Chapter 375: The Black Family Graveyard [bonus]
Walburga went rigid.
Of course she remembered how Regulus had brushed her off at the dinner table before the Christmas banquet, and what had followed that promise to "talk properly."
She knew his closeness wasn't entirely genuine. At least, not genuine in the way she'd believed.
She wasn't a fool. That scene at the Christmas banquet had shown her too many things she'd never seen before.
Her younger son was colder than she'd imagined. Deeper. Stronger. More of a stranger.
She still watched her son, but she was no longer sure what she was looking at.
She'd thought about it for a long time afterward. At night, lying awake. During the day, over meals. Most of all when she was alone.
Some things she'd worked out. Whatever kind of person Regulus was, he was her son, and she was his mother. No glory outweighed that fact. No strangeness could bury it.
Some things she hadn't worked out. What stance she should take with this son. The old pattern no longer worked, and a new one hadn't been found. All she could do, it seemed, was be a mother.