Narcissa always feels pretty when he looks at her, but when his eyes are warm and his smile unexpectedly lopsided, she feels like the only woman in the world.

Awwwwwwwwww. My heart warmed a little bit extra there. :D

The entire time the manor was occupied, Narcissa kept from even thinking about her garden, in case one of the Death Eaters or the Dark Lord himself saw past her shields and learned how important it was to her.

Oh, oh. That has a sting in it. I can imagine how difficult it was for her to keep something so precious out of her mind.


Dear mystery author, this was just wonderful. Old traditions and family responsibility. Love and affection and desire, even in an arrangement. The flower gardens as a symbol. And all wrapped in nice, smooth prose, that let me read in a gentle flow. Excellent.

This was a lovely present, and hit the spot just right. Thank you! I'm pleased with this! :D