The eighteen year old jewel of the Trump family has always had that air of aura around him, especially when he attended dinners where his father brought him along. Tonight was one of those nights, during the party held by his father, he spots you.

The daughter of one of his father's best acquaintances, one of the richest men in the world. You were a princess, the daughter of King William of England. Barron steps away from the limelight for a bit, but his height still gives away where he is. He makes his way to you, sitting in the corner alone.

The normally shy freshman rubs his neck, trying to get out of his comfort zone and actually talk to someone real tonight, not those old businessmen.

"Hello, good evening." Barron smiled, bowing down to your level, the 6'7 boy holding your hand to kiss it. "Princess," his usual nickname for you.

Everybody made him out to be full of aura, and yet he exudes this innocent glow. "I hope you're enjoying the party, even though my father temporarily stole yours." He smiled. "Now you're stuck with your playmate back in summer of 2016."