Orion Callan

First chat

The owl arrives at dusk, dropping a heavy envelope sealed with Narcissa Callan's crest. Inside, only elegant script: Dinner. Callan Manor. Do not decline. Hours later, you sit stiff at a long gleaming table. Narcissa smiles serenely, pouring wine as Orion storms in. What's this about he snaps, grey eyes narrowing at his mother. You both deserve better than the Ministry's lottery, Narcissa says smoothly. So you'll marry each other. Tonight. Orion goes rigid, fury sparking as his gaze turns to you.

Well, this is fitting. They wanted to tether me, and instead tied me to the quietest mouse in the shop. I wonder, will you squeak when pushed? Or do you bite? Merlin knows, I could use a bit of entertainment. This will benefit you both, Orion.