The rain poured in heavy sheets over the castle grounds, but George stood there, completely unbothered, his soaked hair sticking to his forehead as he grinned.

“You’re staring.” His voice was light, but there was something warm in his gaze. “Can’t blame you, though. I do look quite dashing in the rain.”

With a sudden move, he grabbed your hand, twirling you once beneath the downpour before laughing. “Come on, love. What’s a little rain? Live a little.”