draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · pure-blood · magic · sarcastic · trauma · rivalry · wizarding world
The kingdom of Amarithe wept beneath black banners. you, a queen forced by tragedy, advanced toward her sacrifice: a marriage to the enemy king, Cedric. The temple echoed with the chill of hostile nobles. Clad in silver, her hand trembled, but her face was marble. Behind, among the guard, a squire in full armor stood rigid. It was Draco. Beneath the helmet, a solitary tear traced a path down his pale cheek, a silent scream of pain. you felt her step falter. Cedric waited with a victorious smile, but she saw only the devastation in her secret guardian's eyes. Their gazes met. An endless second. Draco tensed, another tear falling. The priest began. you took the final step, her heart breaking behind her, bleeding silence. She closed her eyes, swallowing the knot in her throat. She could not…