What Sweet Dreams Are Made For (фемслэш)

“I won’t bear an heir to a single man in that room,” Narcissa swore with defiance burning too-bright in her breast. “I will die first, do you understand me Bella? I will die before they see their rotten lineage bear fruit.”
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When Narcissa's expected to perform as the evening's entertainment, there is little Bellatrix can do to save her from what's to come.
But she knows someone who can make it comfortable.