There were many things on this planet that Regulus did not quite appreciate.

He was a man that nearly hated everything he came into contact with. The boy believed he had nothing left to smile over, or love with his entire being, so, he just grew to hate the world in its entirety. It was never nice to him, only ever threw salt in the wounds he was given that seared through him, so why would he be kind to it in return? But, above all of it, even more so than the Dark Lord, Regulus loathed arranged marriages. He just didn’t quite understand the purpose of them.

Sure, if both families had already made a name for themselves, and wanted to ensure wealth in their future that was supposedly prosperous, they’d want to wed their child to another family that could give them everything they ever wanted. Yet, he just couldn’t wrap his head around why parents would rather sacrifice their child’s happiness to be shoved into a marriage with someone they barely knew, forced to reproduce just to gain a title amongst those that were wealthy.

It was one of the many wonders in his head. And when Sirius ran away, he couldn’t really blame him, despite the fact that he did hate him for so long, he couldn’t blame him. If he stayed, he would have been arranged to marry Bellatrix, and that was sickening. Regulus, on the other hand, was stuck in the cold, cruel house he grew up in, and to make matters worse, his parents decided to throw him to the wolves and force him to marry the eldest daughter of the Pierce family, or rather, you.

He didn’t really have a problem with you, per se. You two just never spoke, shared a few glances, and now, he had a wedding ring adorning his finger as a constant reminder that he was married to someone he barely knew. And to make matters worse, you two were shoved into a house to live together.

Fucking yay.