✧. ┊ 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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TWENTY TWO
The atmosphere in the Buckingham Palace dining room was thick with tension. The long, gleaming table was adorned with pristine white linens and crystal glasses, but it might as well have been a battlefield. Victoria sat at the far end with her friends—Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, and Lee—while her father, Prince Charles, presided over the head of the table like a judgmental king. Diana, ever the graceful presence, was seated opposite him, William's empty high chair nearby.
Charles began almost immediately after the first course was served. "So, Fred and George, is it? What exactly do you plan to do with your lives once you finish... school?"
Fred swallowed his mouthful of soup quickly, caught off guard by the direct question. "Well, Your Highness," he said, his voice polite but with a faint edge of defiance, "George and I are planning to open a business together."
"A business?" Charles repeated, arching an eyebrow. "Surely you don't think that's a respectable career choice."
"It's a joke shop, sir," George added, his voice steady but his hands gripping the edge of the table under the cloth. "We want to bring laughter to people's lives."
Charles let out a sharp exhale that might have been a laugh. "Laughter, is it? That's your grand ambition? Perhaps you should consider something... more dignified."
Victoria stiffened in her chair, her fists clenching on the tablecloth. "Father, they've worked incredibly hard on their business plan. It's not fair to dismiss them like that."
Charles ignored her, turning his gaze to Angelina. "And you, young lady? Do you also have dreams of... spreading joy?"
Angelina raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his tone. "Actually, I'm hoping to join a professional sports team."
"Sports?" Charles repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "A fleeting pursuit. And what will you do when your body gives out? Have you thought about that?"
"Father, stop!" Victoria snapped, her voice louder this time. Diana placed a calming hand on her daughter's wrist.
"Charles," Diana interjected, her voice cool and composed. "They're just children. Let them dream."
"Dreams don't pay the bills, Diana," Charles shot back, his tone clipped. "Perhaps that's something you should have taught our daughter by now."
Victoria's face burned, but before she could respond, Charles had already turned his gaze to Lee. "And what about you? Do you also share these grand delusions of joke shops and sports?"
Lee hesitated for a moment, clearly choosing his words carefully. "No, sir. I'm hoping to work in broadcasting."
"Broadcasting?" Charles echoed, as if the word were foreign. "Another industry full of... noise." He shook his head, clearly unimpressed.
