The Queen of Tricks
Prologue
Author's note: First upload to AFF so I hope you all like it. I haven't dived straight into the plot as there are important parts of the OC's life that we need to know before the fluff and smut that will occur in later chapters as the plot develops.
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Sitting in a corridor with his head in his hands, Henry Silverman couldn't believe the news. No one could have prepared him for the cards that fate had dealt him and there was no knowing what he would do next. As a single tear ran down his cheek, there was a tiny squeak and his head snapped up to look for the source. There, in the arms of the nurse who stood a few meters away, was a baby girl. His baby girl. She was beautiful. Her big eyes stared into his, so much that he thought she could see right to his soul. She was perfect. In all his life, he never thought he would feel this way: so overjoyed and yet so morbidly upset. It was almost too much to bear.
Henry had been shocked when Victoria had given him the news that she was carrying his child. He'd gone out of his mind with worry. They couldn't afford a child and they'd been so careful. Well, that's what he thought. It seemed fate had decided they were to be parents. There was no talk of abortion. It had crossed his mind but Victoria would never have had it. She was a very maternal woman and he could see that, despite how hard it would be, she wanted to be a mother. How could he stand in the way of the woman he loves?
As the nurse approached, offering the child for him to hold, he knew what he had to do. It was obvious to him that she was blessed with the gifts of a Guardian, just as Victoria was. This meant he would bring her up to be just like her mother; a Guardian of Frith. With talk of a secret society that plan on disrupting the peaceful world of Frith, she would be a valuable protector when she comes of age. All he would have to do is teach her the ways.
“E… Excuse me, sir” the nurse stuttered, “your baby needs to be registered. She needs a name.”
Looking down into her emerald green eyes, one name came to mind. When he was a child, a travelling man had visited the village his family lived in. The man had told stories to the children of the village. One particular story had stuck with him for his whole life. It was of a female warrior who had protected her people from evil and slavery that had been threatened upon them by cruel masters of magic. She was strong and loved by all who knew her. She followed the destiny of her name, which was Bellatrix.
“Bellatrix. Her name is Bellatrix.”