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“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.”

“William, Louis,” The man whose brown hair turned grey called from the balcony.

“Brother Albert,” His two brothers who lost their golden to silver answered him together.

Even though there were folds surrounding them, the green eyes were still as bright as when they first met, basked in sunset. “Come here,” he offered his wrinkled hands.

William and Louis put theirs above his and Albert gently squeezed them, inhaling the fresh breeze in the process.

“We joined our hands together like this once,” he paused.

“And they will always be,” William continued.