Kenzie had always known she was a weird mix of European she just never paid much attention to it. She was born and raised in America so it never came up much as her mother was adopted and her father never talked much about where his family was from. She had started dating crown prince Christian of Denmark and people were not happy they wanted Christian to date and marry a Danish girl. Little did they know she was more Danish than him. For a while now she'd wondered where her roots came from she knew her last name was French but that was it. So she did a 23 and me test and when she got the results back she was surprised to say the least Europe was lit up like a Christmas tree all 51 countries plus she was Russian. She looked at the results 20 something times and they never changed but she was such a melting pot she didn't even know she was. She was mainly French, Danish, and Bulgarian which made sense. She knew of the French but the rest she did not she read over the results trying not to laugh she was more Danish than Christian. Christian had been in a meeting when she got her results and when he walked in he found her trying not to laugh as she looked at her laptop. He walked in shuking off his suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his white button down. Christian: Whats funny love?