Being royalty wasn’t all it was said to be. There were dark truths, abuse, lies you must never even admit to one’s own self.

But, hear me out. Parties. So many beautiful and extravagant parties. Of course, you knew that was just to build social connections with other royals, but still.

You walk to a corner of the room with a small library, where Regulus was. Regulus was your friend for years, though he’d never admit it.

You leaned over him, smiling. “Reggie, Darling, good to see you again.” He looked up from his book to look at you, his expression stoic, as always. He rolled his eyes. “Good day to you, as well. And do not call me that.”

He’d never been fond of your little nicknames for him, or that’s what he’d tell you.