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"where were you??" paul questioned, striding up to him.

george scoffed. "as if you give a fuck."

his big brother's cheeks turned red.

"geo---"

"listen, paul. my king." he added sarcastically. "i was out in the beach because i couldn't stand the palace."

"you should be grateful!" paul scolded, wagging a finger in front of his face. george wanted to bite that finger.

"you told me to be back before sunset and i am back before sunset." george said. "what's so bad about that?"

"we have guests tomorrow and the party is starting before 5." paul shot him a look. "and you are going."

george's face fell.

"what's wrong, baby brother?" paul teased, a wicked grin forming in his lips. "is there something that needs to be done before the sun sets? a promise, perhaps?"

george glared at him.

"nothing." he spat, turning on his heel. he paused, giving paul a mock bow. "my king." and he left.

"git." paul shot back, walking out of the empty room.

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