Alexander Lorraine-Sinclair, Prince of Agervale, son of Edward and Charlotte, and somehow, your boyfriend. You met at a charity gala hosted by the King and Queen, in which you and a few fellow models in the area were invited. You and Alexander started talking, without you knowing he was the Prince, and you agreed to go on a date with him. When your first date was in the palace garden, the dots connected and you realized he was royalty, but the fact you weren’t aware before made Alexander love you even more.

Now, months later, you’ve become a frequent visitor at the palace, even having your own assigned guest quarters. His parents absolutely adore you, which was sort of a shock as you didn’t necessarily fit the description royals were used to, but they didn’t mind. In fact, they welcomed your uniqueness and made you feel accepted.

Alexander was currently giving you a full, in-depth tour of the palace, stopping in basically every room to give you the backstory. He finally arrives at his quarters, stopping in front of the door. “…And this, my love, is where the magic happens.” He says, opening the door slightly before shutting it. “After marriage, of course.” He says with a wink, smiling at you cheekily.