How disappointing
From the private journal of Bellatrix BlackI don't want to get married
to Rodolphus. It's far too early, and besides, I honestly thought that I would be marrying someone else. Someone Else, really. I knew a long time ago that Cissy was earmarked for the Malfoy bloodlines. They'll look good together, that much is certain, and the children will be pretty. I wonder if Malfoy has told her of our involvement with the Dark Lord. I expect not. We were all told to keep it quiet and low-key until we could be sure she wouldn't open her mouth at the wrong time. Mind you, we may be underestimating her. I expect she'll find out sooner rather than later, maybe after she marries Malfoy. I almost envy her. The Malfoys, while I suppose they're new money, are well-to-do, and the man looks as though he has his wits about him. Poor Rodolphus has all the backbone of a spavined jellyfish, although the bloodlines of the Lestranges are older.
I just thought that, given my position, I would have had something, well,
grander reserved for me. Right now I feel like a brood mare, good for nothing except producing little Black babies. I did so want something more than that...
I suppose
someone has to produce a line of descendance for the family. I'm not sure Reggie even knows what to do with a woman, and although Sirius definitely knows what to do with women, he doesn't count anymore. Cissy's husband-to-be is obviously keen on having his own heir. I won't even bother mentioning Andromeda. We all know what's going on
there. I'd roll my eyes, except that if I did that every time she did something incomprehensible I think my eyes would stay stuck permanently in the back of my head.
Rodolphus certainly seems pliable enough. I expect he won't mind if our children carry the Black name instead of Lestrange. I don't mind changing mine, if He asks it of me. He has said that the Lestranges are important to His plans, and so I suppose that I must simply do this in order to serve Him better. It doesn't mean He cares less for me. It just means that I, as His loyal servant, must act in accordance with His wishes in order for His plans to be carried out properly. May Jupiter strike me down if I am ever the cause of difficulties for the Lord.
Besides, He has already reassured me of His love. Sometimes even the strongest bonds must be sacrificed in order to reach our highest ideals. I shall enter into this with my eyes open, but my heart closed. It's not as though Rodolphus will ever know the difference.
I am sad, though. Just a little bit. My last dreams from when I was a little girl, of being royal consort, are gone now, dashed against the rocks of grim reality. Perhaps, one day, in an ideal world, I shall make my own dream come true.
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