“Thank you, thank you for accepting all that she is.”
Those tearful words from Mrs. Delacour stuck to him. He knew that Fleur was always at odds with her heritage. He saw it through the slight narrowing of her eyes, the almost imperceptible tensing of her shoulders at the mere mention of all that is veela. It fills him with unpleasant emotions, that the woman who accepted him in her heart, didn’t accept a part of herself.
A fierce set of determination enters him. He would spend every waking moment of his life to loving Fleur and all that she is.