Lost In You Ron Weasley

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟡- ~Birth~

yes, I am posting at 3 am again. 🦧✨

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆:👹 .* :☆ﾟ. ───

-A week later-

I woke up in a cheery mood, but immediately it was ruined when I noticed Ron wasn't sleeping next to me. I must have slept in, I looked at the large clock on the side of my room, and it was 1:00 pm. Groaning, I flipped to my side and noticed a little letter on my nightstand, along with a plate of bacon and eggs.

You looked so beautiful sleeping. I didn't want to wake you, xoxo Ron Weasley.

I smiled and got into my cheery mood again. Stepping off of my bed, I started humming a familiar tune. I grabbed my plate, twirled over to my window, and opened the curtains. Sunlight streamed through, causing glowing rainbow hues on the walls.

I took a bite of my bacon and sighed.

"Good morning," I said, smiling at the large painting situated on the wall.

"Mornin' miss," the little boy in the portrait said softly. He was standing alone in a field with a sword in his hand and a crown on his head. Engraved on the frame were the words "Prince Alexander, 1457,"

"How do you do?" I said, making my accent thicker. I then took the sides of my nightgown and curtsied.

He smiled and straightened his back.

"Very well, ma'am, you?"

" Marvelous," I sang.

I finished my breakfast and set the plate back down on my nightstand.

I noticed an old muggle phonograph record player hidden in the corner of my room. There was already a disk in it. I pressed down on the needle, and a classical song started playing. I danced around the room with an imaginary partner, pretending I was at some sort of royal ball. I heard some of the paintings snicker, but I didn't care.

"Ladidadida mmm, mmm, mmmm." Singing along to the orchestra, I spun over to the window again and opened it.

From the window came a warm, refreshing blow of fresh air. I inhaled and looked down onto the courtyards below. I sat on the little ledge and admired the gorgeous view.

Tweet, tweet,

A tiny bluebird swooped in from the clear skies. I extended my arm out the window and pointed my dainty finger out in hopes of the bird landing. To my luck, the little bird perched itself on my pointed finger.

I whistled gently along to the music playing in the background, and the bird echoed me. I reached out and stroked its little head, letting it lean into my fingers.

The bird then jumped off of my figure, and I watched as it plummeted to its death.

"Oh," I jumped.

I shook that off and continued to dance around my room. A new song started playing. It started light and gentle.

I skipped over to the nursery, in the other corner of my room. The nursery had a lovely beige crib with a soft, flower-patterned rug underneath. There was a wooden rocking chair on the side and a little white dresser filled with baby clothes that I had recently bought. A galaxy scene was floating above the crib, and I watched as the planets slowly moved around.

The music started to get a bit more heavy dark, almost. Thrilling.

I leaped onto my bed, indulged in the song. I imagined I was a captive princess, alone in her tower, surrounded by dragons, awaiting her prince.