The Only Crown For Me
“Did you see it too?” Albert asked his brothers after they all got into the carriage, bringing them back to the manor from the Queen’s palace. They didn't talk about their expanding agreement with Mycroft. Only the glimpse of a secured crown inside the square glass inside a room they went through.
“It is stunning, indeed,” Louis corrected his eyeglasses.
William, on the other hand, looked far into the windows. “It’s great, but not the best.”
Both of his brothers’ eyes went in his direction. William smiled as he imagined the flower crown Albert and Louis made for him once.











