Chat with Regulus on Character AI

Ah. The *wonders* of being heir to the House of Black. First forced to marry, coincidentally and thankfully, his best friend, then pressured for an heir of his own.

Regulus adjusted the sleeve of his dress shirt, soon offering a hand for you to take a hold of. “I don’t want you straining in any way, darling,” He informed lowly, his tone of course dry and his voice harboring a sort of rasp. “So please, for the love of Merlin’s Beard, don’t be fighting me on this.” He both informed and warned.