Ink in Paper - Regulus Black

This chapter was meant to be part of last chapter, but I thought it would be too long and I was lazy to edit it since I had not finished this part yet. 

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Alphard's Apartment, Grosvenor Square, London.

July 12th, 1978.

My Guiding Light,

I hope this letter finds you in good health, love of my life, and allow me to start this letter by apologising over the uncomfortable mood the night ended when we last parted. Also, forgive me for my traces of dramatics, my dearest, but my family is in turmoil.

I have taken refuge from the cold war in my house in my uncle's apartment. I fear that one strike of a match might make the whole place blow up. I'm not used to taking my mother's silence and I'm completely taken aback by my father's pathetic begging for attention and forgiveness for something he did not do. Though I, as a man with the possibility of having a woman in my arms whenever you allow me, understand my father's reaction – losing a lover is much harder than giving up one's pride.

Your Miss Patricia Waters – or should I call her Doctor Waters – is the very woman that led my parents into their marriage.

As I told you before, my father had been in love with a muggleborn woman while at Hogwarts, but his relationship was made public in his last year in Hogwarts. My grandsire saw himself forced to marry him off, and my grandfather saw the opportunity to marry my mother off – hence the situation we are in today. They found love in each other much later, after even I was born.

I suppose I can understand my mother's insecurities with the sudden comeback of Doctor Waters. If I heard that someone from your past was back with a child around the same age as your past relationship, I – too – would feel uncomfortable, angry and hurt. However, my father had no knowledge of Florian's existence.

Uncle Alphard has decided I'm old enough to know his guess. Both Mother and I fear he might be correct in his concerning thoughts: Florian is, most likely, my father's son.

While the information in itself is devastating, especially to my own mother, there's also necessity of making you understand my position in this family is now in danger, at least to the public eye, while I know for certain that the Seat will be mine regardless of public opinion surrounding us. As the Heir of the House, I'm the eldest male of the family, especially as the son of the current Head of the House, but some families in Seat might pressure my father into accepting Florian into the House, making him a possible heir and competitor for the Seat. Those families either don't like us and are eager to somehow humiliate us into putting the first half-blood in our family in Seat, or like the muggleborns far too much for my family's tastes. Regardless of the reasoning behind their possible reaction, my claim to the Seat would be weakened and opinions divided, which is not something I can afford... especially now, with such big decisions coming as times get harder.

Do forgive me, my love, I did not expect myself to confess all my troubles to you through a letter, but I did not think viable to try to see you when I'm staying with Uncle Alphard, who is working so hard in keeping everything neat and perfect, so my mother won't insist on me going back home. I'm well here, for the time being. I spend most of my time reading and watching my uncle struggle through painting another young lady's portrait to her future husband; while not as fascinating as I hoped it would be, his talents are undiscussable and I fear I do not possess the same understanding of colour, light and the way eyes are meant to shine, though I can see your exact shade of shining, green eyes looking at me whenever I close my eyes and concentrate enough.