Bellatrix didn't just love Rodolphus for his cruelty. She also, selfishly, loved him for his looks. His gaunt cheeks, dark voice, and thick locks were enough to make any girl dream about him. She had watched as other women fell hypnotized by him, especially if he ever smiled. But she was beyond that. She was into that love-love stage. That true love.
Not only were they marrying because of their bloodlines but something deep inside connected them as well. They could do anything from torturing muggles to snuggling in bed together. And that just felt right.
"I would like to toast my husband..." She crooned as she swayed with him. "...for dealing with this day with complete grace." She laughed softly. "Though I rather hoped for a fire."
She nodded to his question, eyeing the crowd conspiratorially. "My dressing room. The clock on the mantle." She smiled again. "Do we have to actually eat cake?"