Chapter 274 - Malfoy Wedding Ⅳ (2/2)
Despite her pain at the loss of someone who she considered more than a friend, but rather a sister, Georgine blinked the moisture from her eyes. Pulling herself straight, Georgine turns her gaze towards the children. Tucking her wand into her gown, she gently removes Rowan's hands from Severus and pulls them both to her.
”Come now, children, let's get you home and in bed,” Georgine croaked not waiting for a reply for them. She only glanced up once to meet the cold, desolate eyes of her brother, Reginald. Reginald merely nodded at her in gratitude as she carefully apparated away with the twins.
The three of them all too soon landed on the gravel path at the edge of the woods, 7th Meadow Lane. The air is warm and humid as birds chirp in the woodlands, while squirrels and various other critters scurry around. A swarm of swallowtail butterflies emerges from between the trees and circles around them playfully before fluttering on their way.
The heartwarming scene does little to warm their frozen hearts. The three remain standing there beneath the warm sun for some time until in a rare gesture, Georgine gently reaches down to take one of the twin's hands into her own, before tugging them along behind her. A slow trail of tears is still dripping down from Severus's opal eyes when Rowan glanced up at the sky in surprise.
There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and yet Rowan had clearly felt a drop of water fall onto her neck. Blinking in disbelief, Rowan brings her free hand to her face to only find that it is wet-. With tears? She couldn't even recall the last time she had ever cried.
Georgine hid her sorrow much better constantly blinking the moisture out of her eyes but never allowing a single tear to fall onto her cheek. The walk across the green lawns of Prince manor felt heavy and extraordinarily long as they seemed to sink deep into the green grass.
Georgine's lips twitch with some emotion at seeing the two small figures waiting for them on the white marble steps of Prince Manor. Dawn loudly sniffed as Tadbey hugged his wife to his chest. They had felt the painful tearing of the binding vows between house elf and that of the Lady of the house, Sirsa Prince. They had instantly without a doubt that Lady Prince was gone.
”Miss Georgine!” Dawn cried out with tear-filled eyes as Tadbey merely kept holding his wife up in his arms.
”And the master?!” Dawn bitterly asked, but profoundly grateful that her son, Laldey did not sense her distress and remained sound asleep in his cradle.
”Brother is with her,” Georgine hoarsely whispered as Dawn burst into tears. ”Prepare the manor to hold her body until cremation. And send for the craftsman to engrave the stone tombstone that is to be placed in the Prince family graveyard.”
”We will,” Tadbey obediently replied for once, before gently dragging his sobbing wife away.
Georgine glances down at the children and tugs them along to her quarters. It had been some time since Rowan had been to see Georgine's quarters, but she found that she couldn't appreciate the gorgeous artwork and exquisite furniture pieces. It seemed as nothing in the world seemed beautiful anymore.
Pulling off her outer robes, Georgine pulls the covers back from her bed, before solemnly saying, ”Climb on in, you two.”
Rowan and Severus didn't need to be told twice as they both shed their robes and kicked off their shoes. The twins cuddled together in Georgine's bed as their heads lay to rest on her lap. Georgine softly hummed to them until they fell asleep or at least pretended to be. Wiping a tear or two from her eyes, she patiently waited for her brother to return. No doubt, it'd be much later. But he would return.