wants to be king

[lmalfoys]

Gifts had always been his preferred way of showing affection and while some others might have thought it was an all too easy and hollow way to express sentiments, Lucius Malfoy would always disagree. Of course, he was fond of grand gestures too where his wife was concerned but when he knew just how easy it was to use words to create something false. After all, he did it every day. But gifts were something tangible - a physical manifestation of his esteem for someone - and with his feelings for his wife as strong as they were he had never been shy in showering her with the best that money could buy. Even though her birthday had only been recent, he hadn’t been able to walk past a particularly fine pair of emerald earrings and purchased them without hesitation. With his son’s attention elsewhere when he arrived home, he seized the opportunity for a quiet moment with his wife. Kiss was pressed to her cheek in greeting before he held out the box. “I couldn’t resist when you always wear green so well.”

@crowningcissa​

[lmalfoys]

M E L A I N A    N O T T :

Theo had been so excited to go and see Draco that Melaina couldn’t turn him down, even though arguments had graced the tip of her tongue when her father suggested it be her to respond to the Malfoys’ invitation. She had never been very good at defying her father though, so she swallowed down reminders that Lucius was married now so that particular plan of her father’s would never see the light of day, and that she was not the best at pretending to be Theo’s sister when it was just the two of them (although, her dad seemed to have missed Ariadne finding out the truth from seeing mother and son interact away from public scrutiny). Instead, she changed into something a little more presentable and gathered the toddler in her arms to Apparate, stopping only to let him grab a new transfiguring plushie he wanted to show Draco. The toy switched between different animals and was a current favourite.

“Beecock,” Theo announced as Melaina placed him on the ground and took his hand so they could walk the path up to the front door. She was praising him for his memory and his almost-pronunciation of the bird when the door opened. Her hand tightened around his as they followed the elf, a subtle reminder not to run ahead and to stay next to her even when they entered the room where Draco was playing, as it was important he learn patience and manners as early as possible. “Mr Malfoy, it is a pleasure. We thank you for the invitation. I trust we find you well?” Theodore squirmed through the niceties but only when Lucius mentioned the boys playing, did Melaina release his hand and let him race off to join Draco, already waving his plushie which was currently in the form of a crup. “Thank you,” Melaina repeated when the tea appeared and she took it as a cue to sit. “Almost hard to believe how quickly they are growing up, is it not?” she said, looking over at the boys. Sticking with conversation about them felt like the most neutral territory and not the fact that them being in a position to make conversation like this had happened very little since the Malfoy heir had turned down Mr Nott’s offer in favour of Narcissa, perhaps unsurprisingly given the age difference but the Notts had always been a proud family and given Cyrus Nott’s current wife was much closer in age to Melaina than himself they clearly gave little thought to how others might not be so comfortable with the idea.

The politics that crept into relations between pureblooded families were something he had always left to his parents to navigate. Even now he still allowed his father some influence despite control of their finances being firmly in his own hands. But the decision of who he would marry had been left in their hands and he couldn’t claim to be anything but satisfied with their choice. Though he had had very little to do with the process, he knew that Cyrus Nott had put his daughter’s name forward at the time, despite her young age. In his mind the decision had been the right one but he knew that it put them in somewhat delicate situation. Or at least it would have, had he felt any particular need to address or acknowledge it but in his mind it was all in the past. Inconsequential.  

He had never been one to dwell on things that barely affected him and so he took his seat with ease, languid smile settling onto his lips as he plays host. “You are most welcome. Though I must confess it was somewhat selfish when Draco enjoys Theodore’s visits so much and I simply wanted to see him happy.” There was no reason in his mid to hide his affection for his own son. Draco was the future of the Malfoy family and he had every faith that his son would grow up to be formidable. There was no harm in making sure everyone knew that already.  “We are both well and Narcissa too, thank you. It would take more than a little unrest to shake us.” Of course, he had been more than a little displeased by recent events but those misgivings were resolved and he saw no reason to air his disagreements with someone who had not been part of them. The house elf brought the tea and he took a small drink as his gaze settled upon his son once more. “Fast indeed. I am keen to see how great of man he will become, so it’s hard too feel too melancholic about him growing up. We simply have to enjoy the time whilst we have it, no?”

[lmalfoys]

F I T Z G E R A L D    S H A F I Q :

There was nothing wrong with being by yourself from time to time. Though drinking by yourself, Fitz imagined, might seem as if you have some alcoholic problem to deal with. That was not the case with him. He simply happened to enjoy his own company. It was the sole way to release his frustration caused by the job he had accepted. He knew why he had to take it, but that didn’t mean he didn’t wish to forsake it, if he could. Too much Muggle business to his liking. “What?”, the words left his lips as he heard his name being spoken. “Is there something you need?’, Fitz asked Lucius as he walked up to the table he was at.

If there was one word he wasn’t all that used to hearing it would be ‘no’ and that made him dislike it all the more when it was aimed his way. For all the younger wizard hadn’t said it, he also hadn’t agreed as readily as Lucius would have liked. Manners were clearly lacking in the younger generation. His displeasure wasn’t made known but his expression did cool slightly and tone became that bit more authoritative. “I don’t need anything from you, Shafiq.” Not that he ever admitted to needing anything from anyone but if he were about to it most certainly wouldn’t be to someone lower down the ranks.  “Take a seat, I took the liberty of ordering you a drink.” 

[baharsahin-deactivated20221205]

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A N G E L I N A    B O N E S :

between a toddler who had taken after her father and was determined to be a beanpole and a cat who was almost impossible to please, there was no way for her to cover all of the costs with the paycheck she got from gringotts. ( nobody had accused parenting of being cheap, that much was true enough. ) so she’d gotten a second job, doing the books and the odd bit of paperwork as lucius malfoy’s assistant. all those years of primary school maths and playing with counting cubes had finally paid off. literally. “ alright, so that bit’s done, ” angie said, all big, accomplished smiles before sliding another file over. “ but i need your signatures on all of these. ” she paused, eyeing a pile to the side. “ and those. ”

While Angelina Bones might not have been his genuine first choice ( or even his tenth choice  ) he did have to admit that she had turned out to be of some use to him. The initial hiring had been done solely because her status as both a muggleborn and a single mother did wonders for his reputation. But he would still be able to admit - a rarity when he deemed himself too polished o ever have to admit any wrong doing -  that she had exceeded his expectations.  “Perfect, thank you.” Grin was flashed her way, as charming as ever, before he began to cast his gaze over the  paperwork she had laid out for him. “How’s your daughter?” He didn’t really care, not when that was a privilege strictly reserved for members of his family but he had no intention of them working in silence.

[lmalfoys]

He’d never been one to shun any form of indulgence and so when he had finished dealing with one particular tenant, it hadn’t taken much for him to decide to make a quick stop at one of his favourite establishments before he moved onto the next. Claiming a table of his own, he felt thankful for the exclusivity of the bar when it meant that he was far less likely to run into any unsavoury characters. As his order was placed he spotted a familiar face entering and with a sigh he reluctantly doubled his order of their best Scotch. “You’d better make that two.” As soon as the waiter left he lifted his hand to catch the attention of the younger wizard, always keen to test the younger members of his organisation under the guise of getting to know them better. “Shafiq, join me.” It was more of an order than a request but then again he never had learned to ask nicely for things. Not when his status or money tended to bring him whatever he wanted.

@fitzshafiq​

[lmalfoys]

J O N A S   T R A V E R S :

Travers resisted the urge to argue. He had little hope in the younger generation, and therefore even less for the one below them. If these twenty-something idiots couldn’t do anything right, how could he place faith in the future competence of these little infants? They were already irritating enough as it was, screaming and squirming about - how could they possibly grow to be his own equal? to serve the Dark Lord to success? “If you’d like your son to inherit a world worth living in, then perhaps you should start his training sooner rather than later. Not now of course, but consider Durmstrang for when the time comes. Hogwarts,” he said the word as if he could spit on it, “does not have the same standards.”

He rolled his eyes. Such sentimental emotions between Lucius and his wife - rare love in a society of loveless marriages. It made him sick. It was a weakness, a waste of time. The only woman he imagined as his bride was her sister Bellatrix, his only possible equal, but alas. “If she were playing her part correctly, she would not be so fearful of taking the Dark Mark.” Travers refilled his drink which was not yet empty. “By all means, keep him alive. If you raise him correctly and do you job well, then he will ineherit the world we all hope to create.”

Gaze sharpened, riled at the notion he wasn’t providing everything he could and more for his son. But almost instantly, features relaxed and words sounded far more cordial than he felt. “Bellatrix and I already have. But you needn’t concern yourself with my son’s education, I will ensure he has everything he needs and more.” It was a dismissal for all he dressed it up to  sound purely conversational. Travers had no children, he didn’t get an opinion on how he raised his son. The subject is changed, somewhat, focusing more on what he would be doing for the cause rather than his son. “Draco won’t set foot in Hogwarts as long as Dumbledore is headmaster. Though I hear there is a seat on the governors opening up, perhaps they could all use a little guidance.” 

If the earlier comments had been enough to make his expression sharpen, the roll of the other man’s eyes was enough to make it positively glacial. Perhaps he shouldn’t have expected anything different from a man who seemed to pride himself on heartlessness. “My wife is no coward, Travers.” He was hardly about to force Narcissa into anything, even if part of him did wish that she would take The Mark. If only to shut Travers up. “He will.” After all, he would move heaven and earth to ensure that his son not only survived but thrived.

[lmalfoys]

A L A S T O R    M O O D Y :

“ there’s a scottish superstition –– ” there wasn’t, but he was scottish and it was his own superstition, so the logic wrote itself, “ –– that drinking whisky alone’s bad luck. ” alastor rarely drank anything that didn’t come from his own flask, especially after the last two times he’d been almost-poisoned. he didn’t even trust his own mother’s liquor cabinet anymore, it was far too close to her potions cabinet. but the leaky cauldron was neutral territory and the auror was in need of a few fingers of whisky too many. “ care to join? ”

The Leaky Cauldron was beneath him, always had been and always would be, but he knew it did his reputation some good to appear more grounded. With his meeting with his tenant finished, he’d been prepare to leave until a somewhat intoxicated Alastor Moody caught his attention. Oh, this would be fun. Grin spread over handsome features, words that dripped with smooth charm falling from his lips. “Who would I be to turn down superstition?” With a wave of his hand he summoned the barkeep, his own scotch arriving only moments later. He raised it in a small toast, gaze fixed on the other man as he did. “To superstitions and traditions.” 

[lmalfoys]

He usually left the entertaining to his wife - she was better at it and he’d always believed in them putting their best forward to the world - but with her at work and him having taken some time off to spend with his son, the responsibility had fallen to him. It was an easy enough one for him to bear, after all he had the charm to deal with almost anyone, and saying no to Draco was not something he intended to make a habit of. So when he had asked to see his friend, an owl had been sent and arrangements made. Even if there was something of an awkward history hovering between the young Nott witch and himself.

As he waited he watched Draco play, interjecting every now and again but his little boy was bright enough that it was mostly just proud comments that left his lip. He’d lost track of time almost entirely when one of the elves brought their visitors through. “Miss Nott, so glad you and Theodore could make it.” He rose to his feet as she entered, motioning to the chair that had been set out opposite him. “Draco was quite thrilled to hear his friend would be making an appearance. The elves will bring tea for us and the boys can play over there.” With a click of his fingers he summoned the tea for them, before somewhat satisfied smile is given when he was certain he’d thought of everything.

@nottsoinnocent

[lmalfoys]

For all having a family might have created a shift in the way he applied himself to aid the Dark Lord’s cause ( he could hardly be a father from Azkaban after all ) there had been no ceasing in his efforts. Instead he’d shifted from more practical, hands on methods to the more discrete and difficult to trace. Underhand deals, bribery and secrets were his new currency instead of his more violent actions in the past. It meant keeping company outside of his usual crowd and he’d organised to meet one such person at a particularly exclusive establishment.

Seeing the blonde walk in, he stood to greet her. “Pleasure as always, Miss Skeeter.” With a click of his fingers he summoned the waiter as he took his seat once more. “Scotch, neat for me and whatever the lady would like. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you to ensure it’s your finest.” Threat was given with a polished smile, attention leaving the waiter as soon as his words had been delivered. His elbows we’re propped on the table with a languid ease, hands clasped as he leaned across ever so slightly. “Tell me you have something good for me.” 

@ofrita​

[lmalfoys]

E V A N   R O S I E R :

“None of us were in any danger,” he countered, raising an eyebrow. “The only one in danger was that child-” He paused for a moment, before his lips curved in a challenging smirk, “And don’t tell me fatherhood has made you weak.” Evan adored Draco, he really did but it was also undeniable that Lucius had been far more heavily involved before he was born. Evan saw how Lucius cared for Narcissa and for Draco and though his heart was warmed at the thought of Narcissa having that, there would always be a part of him that viewed any attachment as a weakness. He wasn’t blind to his own fondness for his family; he was also aware it could be used against him. He fixed Lucius with a glare, “I admit no such thing. They didn’t even wake up. What would you have done if you had known? Would you have challenged the Dark Lord? Made him change his mind?” He shook his head, “Shown your hand because you didn’t want your wife and child to be in the same house?” Evan raised an eyebrow and though there was nothing the Dark Lord could ask of him that he wouldn’t do, his family always came first and Lucius was part of it, “You cannot let him know how much you care about them, Lucius. He will not hesitate to use it against you-” His voice had a hint of worry but Evan knew he could speak freely around Lucius. “You already know all of this. If you had known you would have worried about it. And caused Cissa to worry. In a way, it was safer that you didn’t.”

Eyes narrowed at the notion that he had lost his nerve or that somehow his family had managed to weaken him. Could they not see that it had given him more resolve than he’d ever had? Question was snapped back at the man he had considered a friend ( and still would when he cooled off ) challenge clear in his tone. “Since when did protectiveness make weakness? I simply have other interests to take care of now.” “I do not want for them to be targets, I would have thought that would be a given. It’s not the deed I’m faulting you all for but where it was done.” “Who do you think the first person the Order will come for will be if they get wind it happened here?” To him it seemed obvious that their opposite number weren’t quite as saintly as they would claim to be, if they truly wanted an eye for an eye Draco would be an obvious choice.

Usually so composed, he couldn’t help but scoff. “Don’t act concerned for my marriage when you acted in your own best interests.” Perhaps in that moment he was a hypocrite, even though he’d never admit to it, when he had never done anything but put his own interests first. “What do you want me to say, Rosier? That I’m grateful you chose to keep secrets from me? That I thank you for keeping me in the dark?” He was about to say more, wanted to in fact but the desire for a fight was waning. All he’d wanted was to say his piece, perhaps an apology, not for the two of them to wind up driving a wedge even further between them. So instead a dismissal was issue, cadence seemingly final. “If that’s all, you’d be just as well leaving.”

[lmalfoys]

S O F I A    A B B O T T :

who: @lmalfoys where: diagon alley when: lunchtime

The sun was shining as if it hadn’t yet learned about the horrors happening all around them. Sofia hated it. A child, a child Hannah’s age, had just died; the rest of the world needed to hurt just a little bit too. When she’d heard, she’d been shaken to her core, inconsolable for over an hour. It never failed to hit her, just how much she was in over her head. What if Hannah was next? When the smoke had cleared and she’d found a way to breathe again, she’d called out of work for the night and spent it curled around her baby, vowing to spend as much time with her as possible while she was still able to. Hannah had wanted to go see the pretty stores, and so that’s exactly where they’d gone. Stepping outside of the ice cream parlor, she sat down at an umbrella-covered table and pulled the toddler into her lap. While she ate - and made a mess with - her ice cream, Sofia people watched, distracting herself by judging random passerbys. When Lucius passed, she wasn’t sure that she had any desire to speak with him, but seeing his son by his side, she chose to call out. “Lucius!” She waved, holding up Hannah’s sticky hand so she could too. “Who’s that? Is that another baby?” she cooed into her daughter’s ear, pointing at Draco.

He’d taken to spending even more time with his son than usual in the aftermath of what had taken place in his home. There was no chance he’d let such a fate befall Draco but it didn’t hurt to have a reminder to take advantage of every moment they had together. So his quick trip to run errands in Diagon Alley ( there were some things he didn’t trust the house elves with ) had turned into a day out for the two of them, ambling down the street as h If it hadn’t been for the other child he might not have stopped when he heard his name. Feigned a lapse in his perfect hearing and kept walking instead. But he had never been one to deprive his son of a learning opportunity and interacting with other children was one way to encourage development. Of course, he’d much rather the child was pureblooded but he supposed on this occasion he could grace the young mother and daughter with the presence of not one but two Malfoys. Charming smile sprung up onto his lips, jovial tone leaving them moments later. “Sofia and - Hannah, isn’t it? Say hello, Draco.” His voice had softened as he spoke to his son, who dutifully lifted his own hand in a wave. “It’s a fine day to be out and about.” 

[lmalfoys]

O R I O N   S E L W Y N :

With how stressed he had been finding himself these past few weeks, Lucius was a welcome sight. They had practically grown up together and though their paths had ended up diverging, Orion still knew he was one of the people he could easily count on. He had needed to get out of his own head for a while and had ended up writing to Lucius. “And here I thought you had forgotten about me, Malfoy.” He said teasingly, a smile appearing on his face the moment he saw Lucius. 

“Aren’t I always?” He looked at Lucius, pausing for a moment. He wanted to ask if he was safe, if Narcissa and Draco were safe but he wanted to do it without voicing what truly concerned him. Had Lucius known? He had always known where his friends loyalties lied even if they had learned to step around the subject expertly. Orion didn’t think he even wanted to know the answer to that question. He settled in his seat, “How is everything?” He finally asked, “The past couple of weeks have been insane. Draco’s doing well?” 

If he were a man who felt guilt then perhaps some would have struck him at that moment. After all, he always prided himself in being faultless and yet he had left room for Orion to doubt their friendship. Except he wasn’t such a man and instead he just countered his friend’s remark with easy charm and no accountability. “As if I could.” In truth a very small part of him did feel some regret but only on a selfish level when he’d always enjoyed the other man’s company and saw no reason to deprive himself of it.

“But of course.” Rare compliment ( only in that he meant it ) was given, smile on his lips as he did, only for his expression to drop at the next topic. “As well as they can be, given all the recent unpleasantness.” Hand waved somewhat dismissively about the topic, although there was just a hint of negativity in his tone when he was far from happy with the most recent turn of events. But that soon vanishes at the talk of his son. “Draco is growing more impressive by the day and we’re doing our best for him, of course. And you?”

[lmalfoys]

M I N E R V A   M C G O N A G A L :

Despite everything Minnie knew about Lucius Malfoy, there was a part of her that didn’t despise conversation with him. Of course, as a boy he’d been as arrogant as the rest of them. The pure-bloods were always that way, although there were few, like the Longbottoms and the Potters, who were raised to see the world outside the horrid constraints set by the past. “Ah, despite my rugged nature, I don’t quite get offended all that easily,” Minnie teased, unable to stop herself. She eyed Lucius carefully, nodding at the question that had fallen from his lips. Realizing, quickly, that she was still touching the broom, Minnie pulled her hand back folding it across her chest. “Wanting a new toy,” she said, softly, because really she wanted an escape. “And you? Looking for yourself or your son? I believe he should be old enough now to be on a child’s broom.” Her heart broke at the words as she thought of Harry. Blimey, what’d she give so that James could’ve seen his boy fly. 

Languid smile spread over his lips, lazily platitude falling from them moments later. “Now that’s a relief.” He nodded, expression neutral. “I suppose you might have more time for such indulgences with your new career move.” Her shift from professor to member of the Wizengamot had caught his attention, it would be remiss of him not to mention it when he was so curious about it. Even if he knew that the witch was most likely too clever to give anything too telling away. “My son.” Given his bloodlines it was only natural that Draco would be exceptional but he was still exceeding even his own expectations. Pride took over in his tone when he would never miss an opportunity to wax lyrical about his son. “My own flying days are far behind me but Draco has shown promise everywhere, it seems only right to nurture it.”

[lmalfoys]

P E T E R   P E T T I G R E W :

WHO: Wormtail and YOU?

WHAT: Awkward conversations tbh

WHEN: after Bella and Ally killed Harry :/

WHERE: outside the Ministry

WHY: Why not?

Peter hated being alone, but he hated the idea of having to talk to - just about fucking anyone - more. He knew he couldn’t avoid everyone forever, but he could die trying. Unfortunately, as he was walking out of the Ministry, he saw a familiar face. His fight or flight instincts kicked in but he ignored them in favor of attempting to have an actual conversation. Like an actual human being and not the walking dumpster fire he felt like. “You don’t want to go in there,” he teased halfheartedly, glancing over his shoulder towards the Ministry doors. “Someone dropped a few dungbombs so I snuck out.” Okay so maybe he was the one who did it, but nobody had to know that. He was looking for a quick escape and walked right into trouble.

Plain displeasure was written all over aristocratic features as his attention turned to the boy ( he still refused to acknowledge that he was a man ). The first source of it was the inconvenience caused to what should have been a simple trip to The Ministry and the second was that he just couldn’t stand the other wizard. Whether he had been useful or not was inconsequential when his very being was a constant source of annoyance. “I find it hard to believe that that someone was anyone but you.” There was a sharpness to his airy words. Cloaking his insults with a pleasant tone as though he was dishing compliments instead. “Unpleasantness and you seem to go hand in hand, Mr Pettigrew.”

[lmalfoys]

Though his anger had long since faded, the blow to his pride still stung and he found himself wanting to put some space between himself and his fellow Death Eaters for a few days. Nothing too much when unity was important but just enough to prove a point. The added bonus of his temporary isolation was that he had the chance to catch up with another close friend, one that would provide a welcome respite from his usual company. “Selwyn, good to see you.”

Languid grin stretched over his features before he spoke. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.” ( and sore pride ) But truth be told, even without the temporary grudge he was holding against the rest of his peers, Orion would always be a welcome sight. The pair of them had been close since school and despite having to carefully avoid each other’s stance on the war, Lucius had never once doubted their friendship. That alone was enough of a reason to congratulate himself for having made time for the other wizard.

@orionselwyn​

[lmalfoys]

A U G U S T U S   R O O K W O O D :

“Really? I hear your night was quite eventful.” Perhaps it was dangerous to adopt such a casual, teasing tone with one of his superiors, but he’d always been too laidback for his own good. Augustus waved him off, tone dismissive, even as his eyes hardened. “Just a disagreement with one of our own, nothing to worry about.” Without thinking about it, he reached up to gently poke at a bruise on his cheekbone. There was nothing he could say that would get Lucius to drop the next line of questioning, though, and he really wished his foggy brain would come up with a satisfactory excuse. “Nothing worth missing the excitement over,” he shrugged. “Some of us just needed to take the edge off after everything at the festival, and we figured firewhiskey would do the trick.”

The tattoo on his arm was a constant reminder that everything he said came with a risk. There could be no doubt, no insubordination - or else. Usually, he was the perfect little soldier, and today was no different, but still, he couldn’t help but ask. “They didn’t ask you first, I take it?” On the one hand, they had to know it would put the Malfoys at risk, but on the other hand, they were more than capable of handling themselves if it came down to it. “Who’s been taking care of the kid, then? I can’t imagine there are many of us with strong parental instincts, aside from yourself.” As much as Augustus loved children, it was really more of an in theory type of thing. They were great from afar, in small doses, but he was truly blown away by Lucius’ ability to care for a child day in and day out. Morbid curiosity had him half tempted to take him up on the offer, but he shrugged it off anyways. “I think I’ll take your word on it.”

“Careful now, I can take that breakfast away from you just as quickly as I gave it to you.” It was a playful threat but nonetheless a reminder of the hierarchy. He liked the younger wizard well enough, could see he had potential, but he was never one to let someone forget when he was above them. “Disagreements between one of our own is something to be concerned with.” “The fact that you missed the excitement would suggest otherwise.” While he was far from a saint he’d always managed to keep any fall outs to a minimum. After all, they were the best of the best - what sense was their in fighting one another when they should be focusing on the real enemy. “Some of you? Having parties without me now are we Rookwood?” Brow raised as a smirk flickered over his lips, light but demanding words leaving his lips. “Tell me, who was lucky enough to get an invitation to this little soiree of yours?”

At the question he ensures he remains relaxed, jaw not tightening as it so wants to. “No. But we have the space so it’s not all that much of an imposition.” A lie of course, something he would make known soon enough but he saw no reason to ruin pleasant company with is own bitterness. “Anyone and everyone. I can get them to let you take a shift if you’d like.” Eyes narrowed slightly at him in partial warning before he was quick to clear up the notion that he was soft for just any child. “Those parental instincts, as you called them, extend as far as my son and no further. Certainly not to the child of a mudblood.” It wasn’t entirely true, he did feel something towards the other child under his roof. He wasn’t completely heartless after all. It was simply the case that he would always care about his own child more. Infinitely so. There wasn’t enough room left in his heart for any child that didn’t bear his name.