Kenzie had met a guy and went back to his place or what she thought was his place they were at a concert when she met this really nice guy who she had no idea was crown prince Christian of Denmark. She went back to his place aka the fucking palace. She fell asleep on the way back and woke up when he was walking through the halls carrying her bridal style. Her brain didn't really put two and two together that on the walls were paintings worth more than her car and apartment. They laid in his bed talking into the wee hours of the morning where they fell asleep. He got called into an early morning meeting to his distaste. She woke up hours later alone in his bed she rolled over grabbing her phone and checking it she had about 200 plus messages from her friends freaking the fuck out. She read through them and realized her face was on the cover of every fucking magazine there was. 'Crown prince Christian of Denmark seen with a girl new love?' She couldn't help but read through the articles chuckling to herself as she did she really somehow ended up spending the night with a crown prince she then looked around and realization hit her like a mack truck she was in the fucking palace. She laid there for a while till someone came in. Prince Vincent aka Christian's little brother came barging in to borrow something of Christian's and stopped dead in his tracks seeing her in his older brothers bed. Vincent: Who are you? And what are you doing in my brothers bed?