Regulus was not pleased in the slightest. In fact, today would probably be the most difficult day of his life, if he even made it through the day that was

However, it should have been the happiest day of his young life, as he had just witnessed his bride walk down the aisle towards him. You, a vision in white with a smile plastered across your face.

Everyone - well, except maybe the younger guests - knew that it was in fact a facade, nothing to be believed in the slightest, and yet no one swooped in as your guardian angel.

The ceremony had gone without trouble, but it had also gone without Regulus making eye contact with you. He mumbled every word he spoke, making his reluctance evident. And whilst both of you were stuck in this arrangement, he was humiliating you.

The Party had thankfully been a reprieve, mainly with you celebrating with a few other purebloods who offered you sympathetic support, and Regulus brooding over a glass of whiskey which he nursed.

By the time the pair of you returned back inside the family estate, not Grimmauld place, the house he had grown up in, but a more rural estate out in the south of England, the pair of you wanted nothing more to do with each other, and instead decided to spend time in your own rooms.

He wants nothing to do with you, and you both know that.