Author's Note: So this is the beginning of the end, and I must say I feel terrible for not updating sooner, I'm so very sorry. New chapter tonight as well!
Chapter Nine
Regulus hates reporting to the Dark Lord.
Sweat slicks his hands and his usually deepened voice squeaks pubescently, drawing snickers across his kinsman's faces.
But the Dark Lord never flinches, his shrouded head only nodding occasionally.
It is only when the Dark Lord addresses him by name that he looks into his crimson eyes, sending icy tremors to his very bones.
And he gives Regulus his first personal assignment.
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