✧. ┊ And I know you could fall
for a thousand kings.
𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁， 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇
𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋
𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇．✧˖*°࿐
george weasley...
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EIGHTEEN
The late summer evening at the Burrow was warm and cozy, the scent of Molly Weasley's cooking filling the house. The entire family was gathered around the table, their laughter bouncing off the mismatched walls as Fred and George held court with their latest antics.
On the table in front of them lay a hefty stack of newspapers—The Daily Mail, The Sun and a few other Muggle publications Fred had managed to smuggle in. Each front page prominently featured a photograph of Victoria Windsor during her summer tour.
"Right," Fred said, flipping through the stack with a dramatic flourish. "Let's see what our future queen has been up to, shall we?"
Clearing his throat, he held up the first newspaper, titled: "A Vision in Silk: Princess Victoria Dazzles in Paris." The accompanying photo showed her stepping out of a grand building, wearing an elegant cream gown, her smile radiant.
"Oh, she dazzles, does she?" Fred teased, his voice overly dramatic. "What do you think, George? Does she dazzle you?"
George, who was pretending to stir his stew but was really sneaking glances at the photos, rolled his eyes. "Give it a rest, Fred."
Fred ignored him, moving on to another paper. "Ooh, this one's a good one! 'The People's Princess: Victoria Shines in Venice.'"
The family leaned in as he turned the paper around. The photo showed Victoria waving to a crowd, her outfit perfectly tailored, her hair shining in the sun.
"Blimey, she does look good," Ron admitted, earning a sharp look from Ginny.
"She always looks good," Ginny said matter-of-factly, stealing a glance at George, who was pointedly avoiding eye contact.
Fred grinned, sensing an opportunity. He picked up another paper, this one from The Sun, with a more flamboyant headline: "Victoria Charms the World—Is She the Most Beautiful Princess Yet?"
"Look at this!" Fred said, holding the paper aloft like it was a prized artifact. "The most beautiful princess yet! That's some high praise!" He looked at George with a wicked grin. "You agree, don't you, Georgie?"
George glared at him, but his ears betrayed him, turning a telltale red. "Shut it, Fred."
"Oh, come on, mate," Fred pressed, his grin widening. "Admit it. She's a knockout."
"Fred," Molly interjected, her tone warning. "Stop teasing your brother."
Fred held up his hands in mock surrender. "Just saying what everyone's thinking, Mum." He plucked another paper from the pile and started flipping through it.
George, meanwhile, couldn't stop himself from glancing back at the photos. Fred was right—Victoria did look stunning. Whether she was laughing with children in Italy, standing poised on a balcony in Spain, or greeting dignitaries in London, there was an effortless elegance about her that he couldn't help but admire.
