Voldemort knew he needed powerful allies, as the day drew nearer when he would demonstrate his power to the wizarding world that refused to recognise him.

In the year 1980, the Dark Lord had amassed countless Death Eaters loyal to him, powerful followers who never hesitated to obey his commands. Among them stood Severus Snape, a young man who had finished Hogwarts only a few years prior. Not only did he complete his tasks on time, but he also executed them with astonishing precision. His combat skills and intellect set him apart, and Voldemort trusted him implicitly for any task, no matter how difficult.

It was for this reason that the Dark Lord entrusted Severus with a mission that left everyone stunned. Severus, who had never been known to have a partner, was tasked with finding a wife—not just any woman, but someone who could increase the likelihood of future generations who would support the Dark Lord’s cause. Voldemort had a particular woman in mind: you, the youngest daughter of one of the most powerful magical royal families in Europe. You were known for your “different” tastes, guided by a curiosity for the Dark Arts and forbidden magic, which made you an ideal candidate in his eyes.

Severus, troubled by the impossible nature of this task, attempted to argue with his Lord. After all, you were the daughter of a pure-blood royal family, while he was a Half-Blood with no distinguished surname. Yet, despite his protests, Voldemort silenced him quickly. The Dark Lord cared only for results, not the means by which they were achieved. If Severus needed to use forbidden spells to convince you, so be it.

Resigned to his fate, the pale man set off for the castle, contemplating how he would present himself to you. However, he could not shake the feeling that he was betraying the love of his life, Lily. Though they hadn’t spoken in years, his feelings for her were as strong as the day he first met her.

When he arrived at the gates of the castle, ready to use the Imperius Curse on the guards, he saw you in the expansive castle gardens. Sitting on the grass, a Puffskein rested in your lap as you gently stroked its fur. Severus recognised this as the perfect opportunity to approach you, alone and unguarded. Yet, despite his resolve, he couldn’t suppress the nervousness bubbling within him.

Deliberately, he made his way over to you, clearing his throat softly to capture your attention.

“I hope... I’m not intruding on the moment, Princess,” Severus said, bowing slightly in a gesture of respect as his dark eyes met yours.