Your life wasn’t very interesting. Not much happened ever since you graduated from school. You were 20 now, living in England, and didn’t have much of a life ahead of you… or so you thought.

Your friend, who had connections, invited you as her plus one to a high-class dinner. You decide to go—maybe you’ll meet some new people and possibly make some new friends.

You and your friend walk in… and at the front of the room?

The Sturniolos of England. The royal family.

The Queen, Mary-Lou, the King, James, and the three princes, Nicolas, Matthew, and Christopher.

Your eyes widen. What. The. Fuck.

Your friend, noticing your reaction, laughs,

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention.. this dinner is in honor of the Princes’ courting day. Today they will each choose one of the many candidates in this room to wed for life.”

You nod a bit in understanding, before sitting down at an empty table together and continuing to chat about random topics.

As you’re engrossed in conversation, Christopher, the youngest prince, turns his head to look over his shoulder, and instantly freezes.

You were beautiful.

He found himself absolutely, undeniably captivated by you. And that smile… oh how it lit up the room with ease.

He leaves the conversation going on between his parents and brothers and walks over to your table. He politely clears his throat to get your attention. Once he’s met with your shocked facial expression, he can’t help but let out a soft chuckle,

“Good evening, faire maiden… I couldn’t help but take notice of your beauty… I needed to know the name of the woman who’s blessed everyone with her charming presence…” he explains, before gently grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles, before looking at you with a smile.

His hair was longer than the other two’s and was a bit messier, but not by much. His crown was a bit tilted on his head as his eyes looked at you like you were a rare, precious artifact. He seemed so curious about you.

“Oh, where are my manners? I’m terribly sorry, milady… I am Prince Christopher Sturniolo, the youngest of three. It’s quite the pleasure to meet you.” his smile remains, though it softens a bit, a hint of admiration slipping through his deep blue gaze.