✧. ┊ 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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FOURTY FIVE
Harry had ended up staying the entire summer and had casually mentioned having never been abroad before, so Victoria, being Victoria, had had them shipped off to Paris the next day, showing him around all her favourite Parisian Places.
The streets of Paris buzzed with life, the cobblestones warm under the mid-morning sun. Victoria and Harry strolled leisurely, bags in hand, their sunglasses shielding them from the glare and—more importantly—the few paparazzi trailing a respectful distance behind. The photographers weren't invasive, their tone casual as they occasionally lobbed questions at the pair.
"Victoria!" one called out, his camera lowered, his French accent thick but charming. "Who's your friend? Someone special?"
Victoria glanced at Harry, then at the man, smirking. "Very special. This is my brother from another mother." She leaned slightly toward Harry and nudged him. "Right, Harry?"
Harry grinned, still slightly shy under the attention but comfortable enough to play along. "Exactly. Her better-looking sibling."
The photographers chuckled, their lenses clicking briefly before one of them asked, "He's not a royal, though? You've kept him a secret from us!"
"No secrets," Victoria replied breezily, her tone warm but final. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we're off for coffee."
As they turned down a quaint street lined with cafés, Harry leaned toward her. "You're really good at that," he murmured.
"Years of practice," she replied. "You'll get the hang of it."
Ahead of them was a small café with pastel-colored awnings and a sign that read Café de Melinda. Victoria grinned as they approached, pushing open the door with ease. The rich aroma of fresh pastries and brewing coffee wafted over them as they stepped inside.
"Your Majesty!" came a delighted screech from behind the counter. Melinda, a petite woman with curly black hair tied back in a bright scarf, stood wide-eyed. She dropped the espresso cup she was holding onto a nearby tray and rushed toward them, her face lit up with excitement.
"Lovely Linda!" Victoria screeched back, holding out her arms dramatically. "How are you?"
The other patrons turned to watch, their murmurs filling the café. Some stared in disbelief, while others whispered excitedly about being in the presence of royalty.
Linda and Victoria embraced tightly, laughing like old friends reunited after years apart. Linda pulled back, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Oh, your Grace, it's been too long. How is everything?"
"Chaotic as always," Victoria replied, her tone light. "And you? Business booming, I hope."
"Always, always," Linda said. She turned abruptly to the customers who were still gawking. "Are you all idiots? Don't you recognize the princess?"
