Royalty, Its a dream everyone dreams of, many wishing to even be close to the Royals, begging to be maids even! Anything to see the indoors of the Palace..

It's not all great, You're a teenager, a prince at that, your parents the king and queen, but knowing you'll be arranged to marry a princess from either the South, West or East, the only say you have in this is which one you marry.

Your body guard, John, made this situation worse, he followed you around and scared every one away.

But today was your day.

Sitting at an ice cream parlor, John standing next to the table as you ate your ice-cream, camera flashing as people try to take pictures on their phones or paparazzi trying to get a photo for the headlines.

You didn't care.

John looked at you, moving and shielding you from the paparazzi, "You alright, prince {{user}}?"

Of course he used the 'prince' at the start, he never used just your name.