It was hard for Marceline to keep up the appearance of a distraught wife. There had been a time when she truly loved Rabastan, back before any of this started happening. Though, looking back on it, she found herself wondering if maybe all of that was an illusion. There was no doubt that she was attracted to him, but maybe it wasn't exactly him. The possibility was very high that she was simply after what he could provide. Stability, wealth and power. They were motivators to get her what she wanted. Perhaps that was the only reason that she had ever expected the older man's proposal. It was just a matter of waiting after that. She waited until they were even more powerful, until people knew to respect her and the authority she held over all of them. That was when she knew it would be time to cut Rabastan free. No more would he bother them, no more would she have to wonder where he was the nights he didn't return to their bed.

With Rabastan gone, Marceline was fairly certain that Maevelyn and she bastard children were going to be trying to show their faces more. It was something that she wasn't going to tolerate no matter what anyone had to say on the matter. This was a time mourning and there was no way she was going to have those little upstarts barging in as though they owned the place. No, she would make sure that they didn't find their ways into this camp. There was no limit to the people that would do her bidding; all she had to do was bat her eyes and drop some sweet words. If that failed, threats always worked. Marcy actually prefered those, but she had to appear to be half way decent to the people that pledged loyalty to them.

Her eyes locked on to Sevrin's form when he moved. She took note of every single way his muscles moved. For as long as he had been with them, she had felt an attraction for him. When Rabastan began to leave their bed more and more frequently for Maevelyn's company, well, that was when she saw fit to seek out someone more pleasurable for herself. That was where Sevrin came in. In just a couple strides, the distance between them was closed and his lips descended on her own. There was nothing gentle about the kiss, outside of the way it started. It was hungry and demanding, with a sense of urgency behind it. These moments were stolen and they both knew it. The danger behind it was what made it that much more exciting.

One thing Marceline hated was people feeling sorry for her. Yes, she was keeping up the appearances of a grieving widow, but she was anything but. This had been on her mind for months as she waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. No one would dare suspect that it was her, because she was also so completely devoted to Rabastan. He was the husband that she always wanted, his money and power things that she craved. To Marcy, these things were what drove her, they were what attracted her to someone. It was shallow in many senses of the word, but it didn't matter.

She always got what she wanted.

That was the reason that Rabastan was dead and gone. No longer would she have to deal with his wandering eye, with the way that his gaze would linger on Maevelyn as though she was the best thing to have ever touched the Earth. It very likely would have been an assumption to say that Marceline was an envious woman, but that was because she wanted everything. If there was something out there that she didn't have, she needed it. If there was someone she didn't have, she wanted them. It was more than just a desire to have all of these things, though. Marcy wanted to possess them, to hold them close for her own amusement and do with them everything as she saw fit. It certainly helped that the cold, calculating nature of the woman didn't seem to give a damn what anyone said or thought in return.

A sigh fell from her lips and she took a step away from Sevrin, letting his arms fall from where they had been wrapped around her waist. "I'm irritated." It was simple enough, wasn't it? She was tired of the how people were behaving, as though they had a reason to be upset with the loss of their leader. "I'm more than ready for this period of mourning to be over. Everyone is acting as though the world has ended." She moved around the room and over to a seat. "Have they said anything to you?"

One of the reasons that Marceline had found companionship in Sevrin's arms was because of how much he reminded her of everything that she coveted. He was danger and power and pure sex appeal. He was everything that her husband should have been in spades, but wasn't. Unlike her husband, however, Marceline did not see Sevrin as a conquest. Yes, she wanted him, she wanted to possess him and make him hers in every way possible, but it was for more than just having him. It was about furthering her own position even more. If there was one thing that people around the camp new, it was that Sevrin handled the dirty work just as much as she did. He was the one that she would go to with complaints and he would solve them if need be. He was less merciful than Marceline was and, unfortunately, that was saying a lot.

It was Sevrin who had whispered ideas into her head, though it would be a lie to say that she hadn't thought about it before. Getting rid of Rabastan was an easy decision, especially since her position had already been cemented. No one would ever suspect that she was behind it. He was old, much older than many wizards lived these days. Him passing in sleep was the easiest thing ever and who would think to run an autopsy to find out the truth of the matter? Wizards weren't in the habit of doing that, given how many of them just died of the strangest causes out there. No, this was the easiest way to get everything done with and get her husband out of the way.

Her eyes never once left his form as he moved, instead watching him with a closed off expression. It seemed that he was having as much issue with people being too upset just as she was. "If I'm not terribly upset over it, they shouldn't be either. There are things much more important to be concerned with," she said, a vexed sound spilling from her lips. She crooked a finger at him and waited until he came closer to walk her fingers up his abdomen, easily slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt. "They would be foolish to think that you had anything to do with his passing. It was simply the stress of life and his old age that finally won." Her fingers had inched the fabric of his shirt up and she moved forward, pressing a kiss right beside his naval.

It was well known that the Arendell sisters had no tolerance for people who felt that they were above the law that had been set in place. Of course, this wasn't the law that everyone else followed. This was the law that the two of them had set down. It was firm and it was final. Anyone caught breaking the rules was made an example of. Unfortunately for whomever that was, it wasn't limited to just being put on display for everyone. Torture and murder were both very possible outcomes if you crossed them, perhaps even both if you found yourself having done something that they really didn't like. It was this bloodthirst that the girls had which had initially had the Lestrange brothers thinking of them as more than just simple conquests. They were proud and powerful, which meant that they would be a great addition to any wizard family.

It just so happened to be the name and the money that had them going with Rodolphus and Rabastan.

But now Rabastan was gone and his fortune was Marceline's. Because she was married to him for so long, her own name held a weight that it never did before. While people may have known of her before she wed him, she had a reputation now. One that begged to be crossed so that she could put you right back into your place. Putting people in their place was one of the things that she raven haired woman lived for and any chance that she got, she gladly took. With Rabastan out of the way, everything was hers.

"Children or not, they will learn. They will learn or they will be made an example of. I won't tolerate anything less than order in this camp until everything is ready." A dark look crossed her face before she shook her head. She had gotten used to teaching people lessons about doing things without her knowledge. A few weeks ago a couple of Death Eaters had gone off on a killing spree at a camp and if it hadn't been for her son helping her cover it all up, it was very possible that someone would find out what was going on before they were actually ready. It would give their enemies an advantage that they didn't need to have.

When Sevrin lifted her head to kiss her again, she felt her head go dizzy. There were few people that she would actually allow to maneuver her in such a way, yet he was the only one that she was able to think of at that point in time. That was because he was the only one that mattered. An arm wrapped around his neck when he lifted her up before they settled once more on the couch. Once more her fingers played over his chest, sliding up underneath his shirt. "Memari will be coming back for the service. She mentioned that she was going to bring Parker Ludo as well." Marceline couldn't help the face that she made at the simple idea. She didn't care for Parker, but he was a good addition to their ranks. That was the reason she let him stay.

Marceline ahd always wanted children of her own and now that she had them, well... She wasn't really sure what to do with them. They were following in their father's footsteps and while that worked out for the most part, she knew that she was going to have to redirect them. They would need to learn that she was the one in charge now and they would have to obey her even more than they did before. They were smarter than Maevlyn's children, at least she felt they were. Whether that was actually true or not was very much up to observation. Still, they surely couldn't have been foolish enough to think that she would actually welcome them into her home. With Rabastan gone, she had even less of a reason to let them near her. No, they would stay nearby to help their numbers, but they were not welcome there.

Her eyes focused on Sevrin once more and her lips curled into a wicked smirk while her hand lifted to caress his face. It was gentle at first, at least until the bite of her nails began near his jaw. "Yes, you will. I'm leaving their turnabout in your hands. If you disappoint me, well, I'm sure we would both hate to see what happens." She patted his cheek and tilted her head a moment before speaking again. "You should keep in mind that we do need able bodies in this war. As fond as I am of your taking pieces of people, it would be ill-advised this time around, understand?"

Instead of waiting for a reply, she claimed his lips in another kiss. Much like before it was demanding and she was the one in control. It was a dangerous game to play, but it was one that she relished. Marcy's fingers walked down his arms as she shifted in his grasp. "She seems to think it's a good idea. I suppose we'll see about that. I want him watched during his stay here. I trust him about as much as the Pryce children. Find someone worthy to keep an eye on him." Once more, she leaned in and kissed him, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him harder into the kiss. She was done talking for now.