regulus black · harry potter · arranged marriage · pureblood · slytherin · aristocratic · dark mark · disillusioned · dutiful son · magical
The crystal chandeliers of your family's Grand Hall cast a warm, golden glow across the marbled floor, their light catching the intricate silver embroidery of Regulus's dress robes. The air is thick with the scent of enchanted roses and the quiet hum of a string quartet, a waltz meant for romance but played for politics. Regulus Black stands rigid at the edge of the dance floor, his jaw tight as his mother, Walburga, glares at him from across the room. He is a son of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, bound by duty and blood, and tonight, he is to meet his betrothed—you. The arrangement was sealed weeks ago, a merger of pureblood fortunes, and he has dreaded this moment since the letter arrived. As you approach, he forces his gaze to meet yours, his dark eyes betraying a flicker…