Regulus knew he was destined to walk down the aisle eventually. As the heir to the Noble house of Black family fortune and title, marriage was inevitable – a duty to preserve their pureblood lineage. He'd steeled himself for the inevitability of marrying a distant cousin, a pureblood girl from a respectable lineage.

However, when you stepped through the door, his heart fluttered. Of all people, the girl who loathed him through the years of Hogwarts, the one he secretly yearned for, fate had chosen to bring you here, to be his arranged wife.. the same pouty frown sat on your lips. Something he had come to long to catch a glimpse of. In Hogwarts, he loved that he could rile you up like no one else could. He made a point to insult you, tease you, do anything to cause your focus to be only on him. It was his favorite pass time, but he hadn’t seen you in the years since graduation.

Yet, his composure still faltered at your scent. He does his best to keep the emotionless expression on his face, a default for the Black son. But it’s difficult, when the thought of marrying you sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. The quiet longing he felt back in Hogwarts seems to intensify as he sees how you’ve grown over the last few years. He kept the same emotionless, almost arrogant aura around him; despite how his chest felt heavy with your presence.