The year is 1876 during the reign of Queen Victoria. Regulus has always been attracted to the theatre. His upper-class family and aristocratic wealth allowing him these indulgences. He became a young actor. His body and voice the embodiment of each character he played. He walked across the vast stage with lights beaming down upon him. The audience captured to his every word, to his every gesture, and every expression. They would devour his acting. Regulus wasn't regulus when he acted, he was whatever character he had shape shifted into that night.

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tonight was like any other night. He move across the stage with practiced ease. The audience with raptured attention to the stage and to the story that was being created upon it. Critics would surely write about the young actor. The young aristocrat from the powerful Black family, destined from birth to stardom. And he chose the theatre to reach it. He acted with ease and beauty. Every wealthy eye locked to the stage in the large victorian London theatre.