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"what the hell is that?" paul asked the trembling maid. his eyes trained on the unusual, pink shape in her hands.

"i-i found it in prince george's room." she explained shakily. "it's a s-shell, your grace."

"a shell?" paul thought aloud. "call my brother, i would like to have a word with him."

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"good morning my king." george grumbled, closing the door behind him with his foot.

"good morning to you too, baby brother." paul shot back. "mind explaining this... shell?"

"it's a nautilus."

paul furrowed his eyebrows. "excuse me?"

george rolled his eyes. "it's a nautilus, paul."

paul huffed. "fine. nautilus. whatever. what's important is where did you get it?"

"it washed ashore."

"real original excuse, geo." paul snarked. "seriously, where did you get this? it's from the sea. you can't even survive a minute in water."

"someone gave it to me."

paul raised an eyebrow. "and who?"

george shrugged. "no one."

"george---"

he left even before he could see paul's priceless reaction.

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