Scorned is my response to (and rec of) the_minx_17's The Truth of Malfoy Brides (NC-17; Lucius/Narcissa; 2035 words): In public she will be afforded everything the Malfoy name has to offer. In private, however, she will be exactly what every Malfoy bride before her has been: a slave to my whimsy, a pet, a toy, a broodmare for the perfect heir.

I actually think that it will be interesting to see how the_minx_17 continues her story, but general irritation at the patriarchy prompted me to write the following drabble. ;) I urge you to read The Truth of Malfoy Brides before Scorned, as I've no wish to spoil anyone.



"If it makes you feel any better, I was nude when I brewed it."

With these words, the bitch leaves me to consider my fate as the poison, an icy fire, slithers through my veins. It won't kill me—Narcissa is a Malfoy now and intends to remain one; indeed, according to the terms of our marital agreement, she must remain one—but her draught will render me a eunuch unless she provides me, quarterly, with its antidote.

And that she will not do if I fail to treat her like a lady.

She is pregnant, she says, with our only child.