An arrangement.
Regulus Black x Oc
"There's no getting out of this is there?"
"Unless you or I ends up dying? No." He said, his gaze lingering on her.
"Do you have any plans of dying?" She asked.
"None that I know of, no," he answered, watching her...
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As the cutlery clattered against the porcelain, the atmosphere grew uncomfortably tense. Thea and Regulus, seated across from each other, exchanged furtive glances and made exaggerated facial expressions, trying to amuse one another. To their sides sat their mothers, while their fathers presided over the table's head.
An awkward silence hung in the air until Orion, Regulus's father, broke the ice. "I propose an earlier wedding for our children." he declared.
Regulus's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He ceased his antics and turned to face his father, his confusion evident. The words seemed to reverberate through the dining room, leaving a trail of unanswered questions in their wake.
"Yes, I agree. When your boy turns 17." Roland hummed in agreement, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Eloise's eyes widened in disbelief, her lips parting in a silent gasp. She glared at her husband, her heart pounding with indignation. How could he even suggest that? Her daughter was still a child, and the thought of her being married off at such a young age filled her with horror still.
"Aren't we too young?" Regulus asked, his voice timid as he spoke up. Clearly, he hadn't received the memo that the children were not supposed to speak. Roland shot him a nasty look, his eyes hardening.
"Not with parental consent." Walburga answered smoothly, her gaze resting on her son. Orion merely rolled his eyes and continued eating, seemingly unfazed by the conversation.
"You'll be old enough to perform magic outside of school, you'll have our consent, and we could probably get the both of you a house together aswell. The earlier the better, it means kids sooner." Orion's words hung in the air like a tantalizing promise, his gaze flickering between Regulus and Thea. The prospect of freedom and independence ignited a spark within them, their eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. However, Thea's father's stern expression cast a shadow over their elation.
Thea's lips parted slightly, but her father's piercing gaze silenced her. She clamped her mouth shut, her lips pressed together in frustration. Her mother mirrored her daughter's expression, her own lips a thin line. Regulus noticed Thea's discomfort and glanced down at her wrist, his eyes widening at the sight of the large, hand-like bruise. Concern washed over his face as he looked back up at her.
With a swift movement, Thea pulled the sleeves of her cardigan down, hiding the bruise from view. Regulus's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he turned away, his heart heavy with unspoken words. He understood Thea's desire for privacy, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. He quickly looked back down at her wrist, immediately feeling sick to his stomach.
"I think it's a good idea." Regulus declared, his unwavering gaze still fixed upon the fading bruise that marked Althea's wrist. Orion, taken aback by his son's sudden interjection, nearly choked before a wide smile spread across his face. He turned to Roland and the young boy, his expression a mixture of amusement and approval.
