Reinhardt patted Narcissa's waist as she sat on his lap, his voice softening into a gentle command. "Go now, Cissy. Have a warm bath and get some sleep. Tomorrow, the work begins, and I will see to it that you meet your sisters."
Narcissa nodded, though she was reluctant to leave the warmth and security of his lap. She slowly stood up, her heart feeling fuller than it had in decades, and made her way to the luxurious bathroom of the West Wing.
As the hot water hit her skin, Narcissa leaned against the marble wall, lost in thought. She couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of her situation. She, a proud daughter of the House of Black, had fallen completely for a boy who was technically only six years old. Yet, in his eyes and his touch, she saw a King—a man more powerful and capable than any she had ever met. She found herself looking forward to a future where the Black sisters were reunited under the Sylveron banner.
A small, wicked giggle escaped her lips as she remembered his promise to deal with Evelyn. She could already visualize the scene: the ever-composed, cunning Evelyn Malfoy being thoroughly flustered and spanked by Reinhardt. Seeing that icy mask shatter would be the entertainment of the century.
Malfoy Manor: The Shivering Queen
In the cold, silent master bedroom of Malfoy Manor, Evelyn sat at her vanity. She rubbed her arms, a sudden, inexplicable chill running down her spine. Her backside felt strangely warm and twitchy again, as if an invisible hand were already hovering there.
"What is wrong with me today?" she murmured, checking the locks on her door.
She walked over to the adjacent room where Draco lay sleeping peacefully. She watched him for a long moment, her eyes softening with a mother's—or rather, an aunt's—desperate love. She was a woman living on a knife's edge, playing the role of a wife to a man who didn't want her, all to protect her sister Lisana's son from the cruelty of Lucius and the greed of the Selwyn family.
"Narcissa..." Evelyn whispered into the darkness, a faint, sad smile touching her lips. "I hope you realize what I've done for you. You are free now. Stay in the shadow of the Sylverons and never look back at this house. Have a good life, sister."
With a heavy heart, the "Scarecrow Queen" of the Malfoys finally went to sleep, unaware that her own fate was already being written by the boy she had once laughed at.
Windsor Manor: The Midnight Hour
Reinhardt stood on the balcony of his study, watching the moon. The System pulsed in his mind, and the Shadowkhans were moving through the darkness toward their targets.
[Darling,] the System whispered. [Narcissa is asleep, and Evelyn is dreaming of things she doesn't yet understand. The board is set.
The next morning, Narcissa woke up in a bed of soft silk, feeling more rested than she had in a decade. As she sat up, a small group of house-elves appeared. Unlike the ragged, miserable elves at Malfoy Manor, these elves were wearing clean, high-quality uniforms—miniature maid outfits that looked professional and dignified.
"Hello, Mistress. I am Zelda," the lead elf chirped with a respectful bow. "I am in charge of house cleaning. Master Reinhardt ordered us to deliver these clothes to you."
Narcissa took the fine fabrics, running her fingers over the quality. "Did Reinhardt order you to wear these clothes?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Zelda replied proudly. "Master Reinhardt orders that every elf working for House Sylverion must be treated with dignity and follow the house dress code."
Narcissa nodded, impressed. She was then led to a luxurious bath where the elves provided a professional body massage. For Narcissa, it felt like being in heaven; the years of tension and the phantom pains from Lucius's cruelty seemed to melt away under their skilled hands.
The Morning Breakfast
When Narcissa finally arrived in the dining hall, she found a scene that was both cozy and chaotic. Reinhardt sat at the head of the table. Dia (Dialaga) sat to his right, while a sleek, fox-like creature (Braixen) sat to his left, glaring intensely at a small, doll-like baby creature (Gothita) that was currently sitting in Reinhardt's lap being hand-fed.
Narcissa couldn't help but chuckle at the "fierce" fox's jealousy.
"Good morning, Cissy," Reinhardt said with a warm smile. "Let me introduce the family properly. You know Dia already."
Dia gave a graceful nod, which Narcissa returned.
"This fierce fox is Braixen," Reinhardt continued. Braixen let out a huff—"Braix!"—looking away proudly. "And this little girl is Gothita." The small creature waved her hand cutely at Narcissa.
"Hello Braixen, hello little Gothita," Narcissa cooed.
Breakfast was served, and the moment Narcissa took a bite, her eyes widened. The food was so delicious she forgot her pure-blood etiquette for a moment and devoured her meal with gusto. When she finished and realized her plate was spotless, she blushed as Dia, Braixen, and Gothita all shared a soft chuckle.
The Hierarchy of Wives
"Rein," Narcissa asked, dabbing her mouth with a napkin. "How many sisters do I have? I mean... how many wives do you have?"
"Well," Reinhardt mused, "besides a certain person I've only spoken to via chat... Dia is my wife, and Braixen is one too."
Gothita immediately puffed out her cheeks and stared at Reinhardt with visible anger.
"Yes, yes, I didn't forget you, little girl," Reinhardt laughed, stroking Gothita's head. "Gothita is another."
Narcissa smiled warmly at them. "Hello to you all. Please take care of me from now on." They all nodded in acceptance.
The Gift of Time
Reinhardt then looked at Dia. "Dia, can you use your power to make Narcissa 21 years old again? Her body has suffered enough; I want her at her peak."
Narcissa froze, her fork halfway to the table. "Wait... what? Dia can do that?"
"I am the Goddess of Time, Narcissa," Dia replied calmly, her eyes glowing with a faint blue light. "Shifting the age of a single human is a simple task for me."
Narcissa's jaw dropped. A Goddess was the wife of her man? Before she could process it, Dia raised a hand. A shimmer of blue energy enveloped Narcissa. She felt a strange, tingling warmth rush through her veins.
When the light faded, Narcissa looked at her hands. The slight wrinkles were gone. She felt her skin become plump, her muscles firm, and her magic flow with the vigor of a woman in her prime. She was no longer a haggard survivor; she was the stunning 21-year-old Narcissa Black once more.
"Thank you..." Narcissa whispered, touching her glowing face in a nearby mirror.
"You're welcome," Dia nodded elegantly.
Status Update
Narcissa's Form: Restored to age 21 (Peak Beauty and Magic).
Family Dynamic: Narcissa has been accepted by the "Other Wives."
System Notification: [Darling, now that Narcissa is in her prime, her 'Finance Master' and 'Management' skills have increased by 50%! She's ready to take over the world.]