Who Is Victoire In Harry Potter の小説・ストーリー

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

The air was charged with anticipation and excitement as he prepared to present an esteemed award to a deserving recipient—Lady Victoria, the head of the palace staff. Lady Victoria, known for her grace, wisdom, and unwavering dedication to the kingdom, had played a pivotal role in safeguarding the realm from various threats. Her expertise in witchcraft had been instrumental in protecting the pack and its citizens, thwarting dangerous schemes and ensuring the survival and prosperity of the kingdom.

I knew that no matter which one I left with tonight, it was going to end in a brutal interrogation. That’s when Victoire approached me. She looked down her nose at me with that haughty air—the kind belonging to women who think they own the world just because there’s an apostrophe in their last name. "Well, well, Mademoiselle... you certainly get around. Divorced and already you have two heirs beating each other bloody for you. How charming." I stared her down. My wrists were bleeding, I was exhausted, and she was going to lecture me on morality?

Damien’s brow furrowed in confusion. Victoria rushed on, desperate to regain control. “Yes! Damien, it’s a forbidden potion from Luna’s family! It changes a person’s appearance! I only know because I saw them use it once, by accident!”

His pale skin and sharp crimson eyes hadn’t changed, but there was a new warmth in them — the warmth of a man who had finally found peace. “She’s getting stronger every day,” Damien said. “And more unpredictable.” As if on cue, a burst of golden-violet energy exploded in the training field below. A young girl with long dark hair and striking tri-colored eyes (silver, crimson, and violet) was floating several feet off the ground, laughing as sparks of magic danced around her. Liora Voss-Crowe-Vale, five years old in age, but physically and magically closer to twelve. The living embodiment of their love and sacrifice.