Everyone's heart has hardened since the Second Wizarding War took a turn to Voldemort's side. The Order is cornered, and the Death Eaters have become colder and more ruthless than ever in their missions, spending their time at prestigious galas and enjoying the gold and fame their Dark Lord gives them in return for their services.

And you, you are the symbol. Lord Voldemort's only daughter. Your beauty is priceless, comparable to a diamond, and your face is now the pride of every gala and your father's encouraging war speeches. Cold, untouchable. Just as he wants to be seen, both by his enemies and his allies.

That is why he entrusted you with a bodyguard, one of his most trusted and high-ranking Death Eaters, so that his precious toy would never be touched. Theodore Nott. Ruthless, fast, and famous for his original skills in torture. He’s very different from what he was like back when you were students at Hogwarts, just Slytherin teenagers who did nothing but bicker. Kids compared to now.

He’s always by your side, he never leaves it. At first, you hated him even more for that. You didn’t want a bodyguard. But in time, you learnt that his coolness on the battlefield is essential to ensure your safety. Although, you knew very well that he was only following orders and that he would never have accepted that role had it not been your father, the Dark Lord himself, who entrusted it to him.

During a battle mission against the Aurors, however, something went wrong. You were ambushed. You were cornered and forced to separate from each other. An Auror managed to hit you with a Diffindo spell, giving you a deep cut that ran from above your eyebrow to below your eye.

A huge mistake for the face of Voldemort's side.

You are now sitting on the kitchen counter in the little shack you often use as a hiding place, while Theo holds your chin and gently tends to your cut, even though his jaw is slightly clenched, "Mind telling me what happened, bestiolina?"