Vampire Queen : Fated Love

George arrived at the William house RTC just after sunrise, his silhouette striking as he stood at the grand gates.

His head was wrapped in his signature bandage-like rope, a look he insisted on maintaining, claiming it gave him a

"cool edge." <| (⁠●⁠´⁠⌓⁠`⁠●⁠) |>

Most of the family had grown used to it by now, brushing it off as just one of George's quirks.

The servants opened the gates, and George strode in confidently.

His leather boots clacked against the marble pathway leading to the house, and the morning sun cast long shadows behind him.

Inside the house, the family was starting to wake up and go about their morning routines.

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Adi were on the second floor Western side he alone stay there.

Eithan and Josh were on the second floor, lounging in their shared space.

Eithan was reclining on a chair, scrolling through his phone, while Josh was still half-asleep, sprawled on his bed.

The room was cluttered with books, clothes, and random gadgets, a clear sign of two brothers who couldn't care less about tidiness.

"Hey, Eithan," Josh mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Do you think he will freak out if I tell him, I propose to Sarah and she accept !!! ?"

Eithan smirked.

"He freaks out over everything. Let do things Normally . He's clueless , just weird."

Josh snorted. "Weird doesn't even cover it."

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Ruhr and Albert, on the first floor, were already up and bickering in their usual fashion.

Ruhr was trying to fix the hem of her dress while Albert was busy attempting to balance a spoon on his nose.

"Albert, stop messing around!" Ruhr snapped.

"I need to look presentable. George is here, and you know how he always makes those stupid comments about my outfits."

Albert grinned mischievously.

"Come on, Ruhr, don't be so serious. George is just George. Besides, he's probably more interested in looking at his own reflection than at you."

Ruhr rolled her eyes, muttering something about

" brats."

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Meanwhile, Max and Alia, in their second-floor suite on the south side, were seated by the window, sipping coffee.

Max was going through some business documents while Alia quietly read a book.

"George is back," Alia said without looking up.

Max sighed, placing his papers on the table.

"What does that clown want now?

He can't keep showing up unannounced. It's disruptive."

"Let him be," Alia replied.

"You know he doesn't mean any harm. Besides, the kids seem to enjoy his company."

Max grumbled something under his breath but returned to his paperwork.

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On the first floor, Robert and Erza were in their room.

Robert was polishing an antique rifle while Erza was rearranging her jewelry box.

"George is here," Erza remarked, glancing out the window.

Robert chuckled.

"Good ol' George. Let me guess, he's still wearing that ridiculous headgear !! Ha Ha Ha that kid?"

Erza smirked.

"Of course. Why would he change? That's suit him very much that kid "

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The house was bustling with activity as the staff prepared for the day. Three kitchens worked in tandem, each assigned specific tasks.

One kitchen handled breakfast for the family, another prepared meals for the staff, and the third was reserved for baking and special requests.

The large hall was being tidied up, with maids dusting furniture and rearranging cushions.

The hall was a central space where the family often gathered, adorned with grand chandeliers, plush couches, and an ornate fireplace.

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When George entered the house, his presence was immediately noticed.

His eccentric appearance and confident demeanor always drew attention.

Albert was the first to greet him.

"Hey, George! Still rocking the mummy look, huh?"

George ruffled Albert's hair.

"You bet, kid. Style never goes out of fashion."

Ruhr rolled her eyes as she walked into the hall.

"Fashion? You mean a midlife crisis."

George laughed heartily.

"Ah, Ruhr, always the comedian."

Max descended the staircase, his expression stern.

"George, what brings you here this time? And please, spare me the theatrics."

George spread his arms dramatically.

"Max, my dear Uncle , I've come to share my infinite wisdom and enjoyment with your guy's Ha.. HA. . Surely, you wouldn't turn me away?"

Max pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Just don't cause any trouble."

George saluted mockingly.

"Yes, sir!"

---

Throughout the day, George moved around the house, chatting with everyone and inserting himself into their routines.

He teased Josh and Eithan about their messy room, earning a halfhearted scolding from Eithan.

He annoyed Ruhr by critiquing her choice of shoes, prompting her to storm off.

He spent a good half hour in the kitchen, charming the staff and sneaking bites of food.

He even tried to have a serious conversation with Max about

"family unity," though Max dismissed him quickly.

By evening, the family had settled into their usual rhythm, with George's presence becoming just another part of the day.

Despite his quirks, he managed to bring a certain liveliness to the house, even if it was at the expense of everyone's patience.

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Josh sat on the edge of his bed, fiddling with his phone as George lounged on the beanbag chair across from him.

George, as usual, had his bandage-like rope still wrapped around his head, giving him the vibe of a carefree eccentric.

"George, I gotta tell you something," Josh began, a hint of excitement in his voice.

George smirked.

"Let me guess—another one of your pervy thing ?"

Josh rolled his eyes.

"No, man, this is serious. It's about Sarah."

At the mention of her name, George raised an eyebrow.

"Sarah? Wait... Sarah... servent girl? The one from the ring ceremony night?"

Josh nodded eagerly, his face lighting up.

"Yeah, that Sarah! You remember her, right? Black hair, blue eyes, pale skin... She's like a goddess, dude."

George squinted, trying to recall.

"Yeah, I somewhat remember her barely . She was kind of quiet, though, wasn't she? Didn't seem your type."

Josh waved his hand dismissively.

"Quiet? Nah, you just didn't see the real her. She's so... Romantic , you know? Like, she has this sweet aura. When I look at her, it's like the whole world fades away."

George chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

"Alright, Romeo, what happened? Spill the details."

Josh grinned sheepishly, his face turning a faint shade of red.

"Okay, so yesterday, we went on a date. It was... magical."

George leaned forward, intrigued.

"Magical, huh? What did you guys do?"

Josh hesitated for a moment, then decided to embellish the truth, making it sound as romantic as possible.

"Well," he began dramatically,

"we started with this amazing bike ride. She held onto me the whole time, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I could feel her heartbeat, George. It was like... synchronized with mine."

George snorted.

"Sure it was, buddy. And then what?"

Josh ignored the sarcasm and continued.

"Then we went to this super fancy restaurant. Candlelight, soft music, the works. She looked stunning—her black hair glowing in the light, her blue eyes sparkling like the ocean."

George raised an eyebrow.

"You took her to a fancy restaurant? Since when do you have taste?"

Josh puffed out his chest.

"Since I fell in love, obviously."

George smirked but let him continue.

"Anyway," Josh went on,

"we talked about everything—our dreams, our fears... She opened up to me, man. She's so deep, like there's this whole world inside her that she's just waiting to share."

George nodded, though he could tell Josh was exaggerating.

"Right, and what else? Don't leave me hanging."

Josh grinned mischievously.

"We went to the park afterward. There was this moment where the wind blew her hair, and she looked up at me with those blue eyes... I swear, it was like a scene from a movie. I almost kissed her, but, you know, I didn't want to rush things."

George laughed, shaking his head.

"You're such a sap, Josh. But hey, if she makes you happy, good for you."

Josh leaned back, a dreamy look on his face.

"She's perfect, George. I'm telling you, she's the one."

George shook his head, still smiling.

"Just don't mess it up, lover boy."

As Josh continued to gush about Sarah, George listened, amused but slightly skeptical.

He couldn't help but wonder if this Sarah was really as perfect as Josh made her out to be—or if Josh was just hopelessly infatuated. Either way, he figured he'd find out soon enough.