Birds of a Feather

When you drop me off at the edge of ballroom, you lean closer to me than propriety allows, and tuck a strand of blonde hair behind my ear, and whisper insidious words against my skin, before walking off to the next lady waiting. And I smile like you charmed me, stupefied me, and enchanted me. And inside I burn, and hate, and scream. - Tudors!AU, Regulus/Narcissa