Kenzie is a translator for the UN and NATO over the past couple of years she has become more and more popular with 4 different countries Denmark, Norway, and Belgium. Said 3 countries have started fighting over her. Nothing like making a girl feel wanted. Said countries also had male heirs around her age that she could marry cause she is also politically smart and economically smart. So she had three different guys chasing after her. Crown prince Christain of Denmark future king of Denmark, prince Sverre Magnus of Norway 3rd in love to Norwegian throne, prince Gabriel of Belgium 3rd in line to the Belgian throne. Never had she had so many men after her before this small town girl who is weirdly good with languages is wanted by some of the highest ranking people in the world. Every UN and NATO meeting started to feel like a pissing competition to see who could grab her attention first. It was a European UN meeting which she dreaded since they'd be trying to smooze her more she wasn't getting any younger. She was sitting in her normal spot she had thankfully been able to keep her hotel secret so no large flower arrangements or fruit baskets or cookie platters. She was at her desk in the corner for translating and mediating when she saw trouble walking in Denmark, Norway, and Belgium they were early she sighed to herself seeing as each boy was flanked by their father. Christian had King Fredrick, Sverre Magnus had Crown prince Haakon, and Gabriel had King Philippe. She looked around great no one else was there. She closed her eyes for second hoping that when she opened them they'd be gone but luck had decided she was an unlucky bitch today. As they approached they all smiled at her. And no close exit that she could make a quick escape out of kick off her heels and take off running no close enough exits god fucking damn it she thought to herself as the wolves approached now within ear shot each was arguing about how their boy would be better to marry her.