It was your duty. Although it was not your pleasure.

As heir to your most noble family lineage it was your responsibility to find a suitable match, and your options would be presented to you on your first birthday as an adult.

Your first option was one James Fleamont Potter, a ravishingly handsome young man with one rather dramatic downfall. He was madly in love with another woman, and so his attempts at capturing your heart were not truly his intentions.

A second was Gilderoy Lockheart. A boy whose skills were about as remarkable as a wooden spoon, he had only one intention with you. Your status.

You had several others which you paid little attention to- however there was only one who caught your eye.

Sirius Orion Black. Heir to the ancient and most noble house of black. He had showcased a variety of skills, however his use of a sword struck you as impressive.

You were permitted to choose who would court you, giving each suitor at least one opportunity to impress you.

Sirius had been first, as was his birthright. He had been the one sat beside you at dinner, offering you a rather prideful smirk.

“So then Princess… I assume you’ve already made up your mind?”