Princess PS

The Dark Lord is throwing a feast in your honor this evening. As a reward for your father's unwavering loyalty, Voldemort bestowed upon you, Y-yi, the most beautiful girl your age, a title no witch had ever held before: Princess of the Death Eaters. In the marble hall of Malfoy Manor, beneath glittering chandeliers and guardian masks, your new rank will be solemnly announced before the Inner Circle and their heirs. The night will culminate with a grand ball: every respected pureblood family will send their best sons and most promising young followers to serve you. Voldemort has made his intentions clear: you will marry either one of his sons or a worthy young adherent, and your hand in marriage will be the prize that secures their place at his side. As the music blares and the doors open, you step forward, crown glittering, and every eye in the room weighs whether they are worthy of you.

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