The Viscount Who Loved Me {Dreamnotfound}

The Choice

"Does it fly?" The queen asks as she takes in the blue and green bird in front of her, she believes it is called a peacock.

"Uh, some, Your Majesty," a butler admits.

"What kind of answer is 'some'?" She scoffs.

"Well, it does not soar," he tells her. "But if you like, I can place it on a high perch and allow it to glide down,"

"Only if you follow its path," she rolls her eyes before walking away down the marble lined halls.

"The fireworks are ready, Your Majesty," her footman tells her as they catch up to her side. "Timed perfectly to discharge directly after the two grooms utter, 'I do',"

"Whatever you have planned is not good enough, Brimsley," She tells him as he follows close behind. "Make them bigger. Longer. Brighter," her majesty says throwing her hands in he air to imitate a fire work. "Our guests must be captivated,"

Her butler nods before motioning another footman to do just that, a line of maids walking up the stairs to the wing of to a quiet section of the castle. "I believe I asked for His Majesty's wing to be closed off today," she tells her foot man. "I do not wish for anyone to lose their way and end up somewhere...curious,"

"Of course, ma'am," he tells her. "Though, you may rest assured His Majesty appeared in rather good spirits this morning," a soft smile graces her face at the news.

"You must calm yourself, Fund," George urges with a wide smile as he moisturises his younger brother's skin who giggles at the cold feeling. Their mother chuckling from where she moisturises his brother's other arm. "Keep still,"

"It is all so strange," Fundy shares through his giggles. "I have faced a thousand tomorrows, but they have all been leading to this one,"

"Tomorrow is a day you have been preparing for your entire life, dearest," Lady Davidson tells him happily. "You are ready,"

"I believed that to be true," he admits. "But now that the viscount has hastened things..." his eye brows furrow in thought, his smile falling slightly making George's heart rate quicken in worry.

"Oh, it has caused you doubts?" He asks hastily.

"Bringing the wedding forward is a sign of true feeling, but," Fundy pauses. "Well, it has unnerved me too,"

"Rest assured, the viscount adores you," their mother says as she reaches out to cup the side of her son's face. "He has devotedly courted you," George's chest tightens at her words, but he makes sure to make no visible sign of it. "And made his intentions clear from our first arrival," Fundy nods with a soft smile, clearly comforted by his mother's words.

"I still wish that when he looks at me, I could be certain that he truly loves me," Fundy tells them, his eyes distant as he voices his thoughts, his mother humming to urge him to continue. George's heart aching at the worry's of his younger brother. "I fear, in fact, that he does not look at me often enough,"

George sighs deeply through his nose. "Looks can be powerful, Fundy," George tells him as he continues to moisturise his brother's skin. "But also fleeting," he warns. "Displays of mere passion, perhaps. Nothing more,"

"So the viscount feels little passion for me?" Fundy jests, humour sparkling in his eyes.

"Of course not," George chuckles. "What I mean to say is that," he pauses in thought, moving his dry hand to grips Fundy's. "True love is something else entirely," he tells him. "It is when the rest of the world goes quiet. It is not eyes that meet... but souls that dance," he shares, his chest tightening as he knows he will never be able to feel that again for himself, but hoping that is something his brother and the viscount will indeed feel one day. "Settle into each other. Make room for each other until there is nowhere else to hide,"