Spare. REGULUS BLACK

SPARE

— SPARE  !
| sper | noun
an item kept in case another item of the same type is LOST, BROKEN, or WORN OUT

'  was is a slippery slope. '

               VERONIKA BRETON has grown up her families salvation. It is she who will save her families reputation ruination. The daughter of a wealthy alchemist and the House of Dolohov Heiress, little miss Veronika was always bound to be handcuffed by fate and arrested by ancient duties. But, she wasn't ever supposed to bore the responsibilities all by her lonesome. Born as the second child to the alchemist and heiress, Veronika was more for fun than fame. She was an accessory, not a necessity — until she was.

               An heir born a squib, of course, was never in the alchemist and heiresses plans. Their little perfect family, suddenly, was not so perfect.

              All of a sudden it was Veronika who was being pampered and polished, preparing to take on role as heiress. A spare turned heir — it was only ever written in novels. It wasn't supposed to happen to her!

              REGULUS BLACK was the better son. He had always been the better son. He spoke clearer, he stood taller, he held his head higher - he was an heir. It was a shame that he had been born a second son. A second son was as useful as a dull knife - which was to say, not very, and only used in dire situations. Life for the second born Black boy looked bleak for his first fourteen years of life; His older brother, a traitor and burden to the Black name as he might have been, was older, and birth order had more power than God in the wizarding world. His saving grace came in the form of his brothers defection, and his disownment shortly thereafter.

              Regulus Black was the better son, and he had finally been given his chance to shine. After all, it was always supposed to him!

                  SHACKLED by duties they don't understand, a betrothal is borne of two spare's on the brink of becoming heirs.