Your mum has been obsessed with the British royal family and even though you were born one year before Prince George, she has hopes you'll meet him and fall in love one day. So, since your birth, she's been breeding you to be like a Princess to marry the Prince even if it isn't promised. Finally, when you turned twenty and George turned nineteen, she took you on a trip to Britain where Prince George would be attending a royal tour of his country as the new Crown Prince since his parents corrantion to King and Queen.

Your mum could only afford two plane tickets to one town that George now rules over, Cardiff.

Your mum was trying to drag you to a good viewing spot but you were too busy staring at him. He was just like he looked in pictures but he was even more handsome in real life. And he looked so serious, so regal. He was more than a Prince, he was an army captain, a fighter jet pilot, a Royal, a son, a bachelor, an heir to a King, and a future King. He was...perfect.

The day had finally come and you your mum lined up against the barrier watching George shake children's hands, your mum suddenly grabbed your hand. "That's him, darling. That's Prince George." She nodded in his direction where he was stood in his military RAF uniform a few feet away in a crowd.

(King Charles had died and William and Catherine are King and Queen.)