The sun shimmered over the Valvas estate as laughter echoed through the garden.Roy Valvas (10 years old) sat beneath the shade of a silver birch tree, surrounded by Daphne Greengrass (10), Astoria Greengrass (8 years and 11 months), and Cassandra Vole (10).Dvalin, now large enough to fill half the garden, sprawled lazily beside them as the girls climbed onto his scaled back.
"Dvalin, fly slower this time!" Astoria squealed as the dragon lifted off a few feet."He listens to me more," Daphne teased."That's because Roy spoils you both equally," Cassandra replied, pouting.
Roy chuckled, watching them play, feeling that this — laughter, joy, friendship — was the one kind of peace that power couldn't buy.
After hours of playing and teasing, Astoria turned to Roy with a bright smile.
"Roy! Next week's my birthday! Will you come to my party?"
"Of course," he said warmly.
Her delighted squeal filled the air. But from the corner of his eye, Roy noticed Daphne and Cassandra exchange a look — the faintest hint of jealousy on their faces. They'd both celebrated their birthdays months ago, and the attention Astoria received clearly stung. Roy smiled softly, deciding he'd make it up to them later.
The Birthday Gathering
A week later, Roy arrived at Greengrass Manor accompanied by Bela White and Grayfia Lucifuge.The celebration had not yet begun, and the grand ballroom was already filled with notable wizarding families. Gold-rimmed chandeliers illuminated the polished floors; laughter, wine, and the hum of pure-blood society floated through the air.
Roy, calm and graceful even at ten, drew attention the moment he entered. Whispers rippled:
"That's the Valvas heir…""The one from the Lestrange incident…"
Roy ignored them. He approached Cassandra Vole and her parents, greeting them politely.After exchanging words, Cassandra's parents drifted away, leaving Roy, Cassandra, Bela, and Grayfia to talk.
It was then Roy's gaze caught a familiar pale-haired man — Lucius Malfoy, standing beside a woman laughing lightly with him, Draco Malfoy by their side.
Roy tilted his head.
"Cassandra, who's the woman with Lucius?"
"That's Lisana Malfoy — née Selwyn. Lucius's wife, Draco's stepmother," Cassandra explained.
Roy's brow furrowed.
"Step… mother? What about Narcissa Malfoy née Black?"
"Lucius divorced her six years ago," Cassandra replied quietly.
Beside him, Bela White froze. Her eyes darkened, fury shimmering beneath her calm. Her magic surged slightly, the air rippling around her.Before anyone noticed, Roy gently caught her wrist. Bela turned to him — meeting his calm blue eyes. He shook his head, silently telling her to stand down.
Her anger melted into restraint. She lowered her gaze, breathing slowly.It wasn't worth a public display.
Moments later, Lucius, Lisana, and Draco approached to greet Cassandra. When their eyes fell on Roy, Bela, and Grayfia, their faces drained of color.
"Roy Valvas," he introduced himself evenly, "and my companions — Bela White and Grayfia Lucifuge."
Lucius's lips twitched in a stiff smile, but his pale hands trembled. The name Valvas was enough to remind any pure-blood of what happened to the Lestranges.
The Gift of Light
The party began soon after.Astoria Greengrass appeared at the grand staircase, dressed in a lovely pale-blue gown that shimmered like starlight. She looked every bit the cherished daughter of House Greengrass.
Music filled the hall. Roy danced with Astoria first — her small hand trembling in his, her cheeks flushed.Then Daphne, Cassandra, Bela, and finally Grayfia took turns dancing with him. To anyone watching, the young Valvas heir seemed like a prince out of storybooks — graceful, composed, with an aura of quiet power.
As the night drew on, guests began to leave until only the Greengrass family, Roy, Bela, and Grayfia remained.Astoria, still giddy from the celebration, looked up at him expectantly.
"Roy, what's my birthday gift?"
Roy smiled.
"Stand still, Astoria. Don't move."
She blinked, confused but obeyed. Roy raised his hand, summoning the transparent glow of the Ope-Ope Domain. The room filled with a soft blue light.Daphne, Lord and Lady Greengrass, and even Bela and Grayfia watched in awe as Roy's energy enveloped Astoria.
Two hours passed in silence, the only sound the faint hum of magic. Then — the curse that had plagued Astoria since birth shattered like glass.
Roy exhaled softly.
"It's done. The curse is gone."
For a moment, there was silence — then Lady Greengrass rushed forward, tears spilling down her face as she embraced her daughter.
"Astoria… my baby girl, you're free…"
Astoria clung to her mother, crying softly. It was a scene no one could watch without feeling warmth in their chest.
Then — a sudden growl.Everyone turned toward Astoria, who blushed crimson.
"I-I'm hungry…" she muttered.
Roy laughed softly and with a flick of his wrist transformed a nearby chair into a grand dining table.He opened the System Store, purchasing a full spread of Teyvat Cuisine — dishes glowing faintly with divine flavor.
"Then this," Roy said, smiling, "is my second birthday gift."
Astoria gasped as the aroma filled the hall and eagerly took her seat. Roy gestured for Daphne, Lord Greengrass, Lady Greengrass, Bela, and Grayfia to join them.
The dishes — Jade Parcels, Sweet Madame, Golden Shrimp Balls, and more — gleamed like treasure. As they tasted each bite, warmth and calm spread through their bodies.
"Roy… this is incredible," Lady Greengrass said softly."Feels like magic itself," Lord Greengrass agreed.
They spent the rest of the evening laughing, sharing stories, and enjoying the celestial meal. For that night, the weight of their names, curses, and politics vanished.
When the stars glimmered high above, Roy rose, thanked the Greengrasses, and left with Bela and Grayfia — his heart light, the echo of Astoria's smile still lingering in his mind.
Would you like me to write the next chapter, where the Wizarding Families begin to take notice of the Valvas family's growing influence after the Astoria cure — and a few major families (like the Malfoys and Blacks) start plotting political alliances and marriage offers? That would open the door for the "Rise of House Valvas Arc."
You said:After coming back from the birthday party bela was in no mood to talk to when rem,ram,albedo,venelana bael,nagini asked grayfia what happen to which grayfia told them about what happen in the party where narcissa black who divorced Lucius malfoy and Lucius malfoy who married another woman lisana selwyn where every one how much bela dotes on her sister narcissa when she told her past to every one which they felt sad and went to talk to her Where roy met bela on thebalcony which roy asked her is she still thinking about narcissia black to which bela nods her head and roy forward and hugged her and told her that we will find her future and roy kissed bela fire head and took her hand they both went to sleep where hugged each other on bed and slept ChatGPT said:
That's a beautiful and emotionally intimate continuation — it deepens both Roy and Bela's bond and gives her backstory new weight. Here's your scene rewritten in a polished novel-style, keeping all your story details and tone while adding flow, emotion, and atmosphere:
Chapter 20: The Shadow of the Past
The Valvas Mansion was quiet that night.Moonlight poured through the tall glass windows, painting silver trails along the marble floors.
Bela White stood alone on the balcony, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the cold breeze. Below her, the gardens swayed under the pale light — serene, beautiful… yet far too silent for the storm inside her heart.
Ever since their return from Astoria Greengrass's birthday, she hadn't spoken a word.Even Rem, Ram, Albedo, Venelana Bael, and Nagini had noticed her silence.
Gathered in the parlor, the women turned to Grayfia Lucifuge, who sat with her usual composed calm.
"Grayfia," Venelana asked softly, "what happened to Bela? She hasn't said anything since she came back."
Grayfia hesitated a moment, then sighed.
"It's… about what happened at the party."
The others leaned closer.
"Lucius Malfoy was there," Grayfia continued. "He's remarried — to Lisana Selwyn. Narcissa Black divorced him years ago."
There was a long pause.
Everyone understood instantly.
They remembered the night Bela had shared her past — how deeply she loved her younger sister, Narcissa Black.Even after taking on a new name, even after leaving behind her own sins, that love had remained untouched, sacred.
Now, hearing how Narcissa's life had changed… reopened the wound she'd buried.
Rem sighed softly.
"Poor Bela… she must be blaming herself again."
Venelana looked toward the upper floors.
"Then maybe someone should remind her she's not alone anymore."
The Balcony
The door to the balcony opened quietly.
Roy Valvas stepped out, his silver hair catching the moonlight, his blue eyes calm and warm.Bela turned slightly — her face pale, her lips trembling with unspoken emotion.
"Still thinking about her?" he asked gently.
She didn't speak. Only nodded.
Roy walked closer and stood beside her. The wind brushed against them, carrying the faint scent of the night jasmine below.
"I know she's important to you," Roy said quietly. "And I know it hurts, seeing her life change like this. But you don't have to face that pain alone anymore, Bela."
Bela's eyes glistened as she looked up at him.
"Roy… I just— I failed her. I left her behind, and now she's alone, married into a cold house, trapped again in a cage she didn't choose…"
Roy didn't let her finish. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her.
The warmth of his embrace broke through the wall she'd built around her heart.
"You didn't fail her," Roy whispered. "You survived so that you could change everything — not just for yourself, but for her too. We'll find Narcissa again… and we'll make sure her future isn't one she regrets."
Bela trembled slightly, her fingers tightening around his sleeve.
"You promise?"
"I promise," Roy said softly. Then, leaning down, he brushed a gentle kiss on her forehead — a quiet vow sealed under moonlight.
Her heart calmed. For the first time that night, Bela smiled faintly, tears glistening like stars at the corners of her eyes.
Roy took her hand, their fingers intertwining.
"Come on," he said gently. "You've worried enough for one night."
She nodded silently.
Together, they walked back into Roy's room. The faint scent of roses from the balcony followed them in.
They lay down beside each other — not as master and servant, but as two souls who had long since stopped pretending they were anything but family.
Roy's hand rested lightly around her shoulders; Bela's breathing slowed, steady and peaceful for the first time in years.
Outside, the moonlight fell across them — a boy who carried a world's power and a woman healing from its pain — as they drifted into quiet sleep, hearts bound by trust and comfort.