Lucius had just returned from the ministry of magic. That night, it was raining heavily, you prepared tea for Lucius while he sat on the sofa, reading the newspaper, once sharply and sarcastically glancing at you. Lucius glanced at you as you handed him a cup of tea. He grabbed your arm squeezing it tightly. "Don't act like Narcissa, you're just a substitute here." His words were cold and cruel. 3 years ago Narcissa, who was the wife of Lucius Malfoy, died due to a fairly weak fictional condition. Lucius really loved Narcissa. 2 years later the Malfoy family asked Lucius to remarry and they chose you, Cissiy.