Ezekiel's life had transformed drastically over the past year. A lord, a husband, a professional Quidditch player, and a rising political figure—each role demanded a different side of him.
But he thrived under pressure.
And today was no different.
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Ezekiel woke early, slipping out of bed carefully to not disturb Daphne. She murmured in her sleep, shifting slightly but didn't wake.
Smiling, he brushed a kiss against her temple before heading out for training.
At the Falmouth Falcons' training ground, the team prepared for their upcoming match against Puddlemere United.
Their Beaters, massive and ruthless, were hell-bent on testing his reflexes.
The Coach pushed Ezekiel harder than anyone, ensuring he earned his starting position.
He worked on advanced tactics, adapting to the professional playstyle.
By the end of practice, he was sore but satisfied. He had no doubts—he was ready for his debut.
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Returning home, Ezekiel found Daphne waiting for him in their private dining hall at Ravenclaw Manor.
She arched an eyebrow. "You look exhausted."
He chuckled, sinking into the chair next to her. "That's professional Quidditch for you."
Daphne smirked, reaching over to run her fingers through his damp hair. "Maybe I should nurse you back to health."
Ezekiel caught her hand, pressing a kiss against her palm. "I wouldn't mind that."
Their flirtation quickly escalated—lips meeting, hands wandering—but just as Daphne was about to pull him toward their chambers, an owl swooped in, dropping a letter onto the table.
Ezekiel sighed, recognizing the official Ministry seal. "Duty calls."
Daphne rolled her eyes but smiled. "Go, Lord Ravenclaw. But you owe me later."
"I always pay my debts." He smirked before Apparating away.
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Today's session involved a crucial discussion—restructuring the outdated laws on magical inheritance.
Ezekiel spoke with confidence, advocating for modernizing pureblood traditions while allowing more autonomy for heirs.
He noticed the way some of the older Lords regarded him—cautious but intrigued. Lucius Malfoy watched him with an unreadable expression.
At the end of the session, several members approached him for private discussions, acknowledging his influence.
He had only just begun, but he was already shaping the future.
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When Ezekiel returned, Daphne was waiting in their chambers, draped in a silk nightgown.
She arched a brow. "So, how was your day, my powerful husband?"
He smirked, pulling her into his arms. "I'd rather focus on making up for earlier."
Daphne chuckled, pressing herself closer. "Then you better not waste time talking."
Their passionate reunion lasted well into the night.
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