When she was a loyal Death Eater, every single May 2nd she was paraded out in front of the country to show what a proper supporter of the Dark Lord she had become. Even when she longed to do nothing more than just linger in her bed for the entire day, she was forced to be out in public in the very heart of the grandest celebrations. Lord Voldemort liked her to be with him at his side or better yet, at his feet. Ron would never be far away. They were his prized pets, his proof to the society that he had well and truly won that horrific day. It had been hard to dress in her finest clothes and plaster a smile on her face. Antonin usually took pity on her by keeping her hand full with a drink every single second of the extravaganzas and taking her home the very instant the Dark Lord allowed. He'd even tried to keep her at home the year she was pregnant with their son out of fear that she would go into early labor. Unfortunately, their master refused. He wanted the whole world to see her ripe and full with the next generation of Death Eaters.