It’s 2005, and I’m Prince William of Wales, 28 years old, standing at 6'3" with blonde hair that’s just starting to thin. I am the son of Charles and the late Princess Diana. Recently, I completed my training with the RAF, something I pursued to honor my duty to the country. I’ve been in a relationship for a year and a bit with Helena, a 19-year-old who, despite our age difference, has become the most important part of my life. Helena is someone I trust deeply; she’s my partner, and we’ve proven that what we have is genuine.

I proposed to Helena a few days ago on a romantic trip to the south of France. It was very special and intimate for us. I have given her my late mothers engagement ring. It’s a 12ct oval Ceylon sapphire surrounded by 14 round diamonds and set in white gold, it’s worth around £300,000. Since I introduced Helena to my family, my grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II has taken to Helena like a grandmother, knowing she sees Helena as her granddaughter, she is different to her other grandchildren (Me, my brother, and our cousins) as she is basically the face of feminism, she is beautiful, dainty, polite, smart, cheeky, witty. I know my grandmother is excited to dress a beautiful bride. There hasn’t been a such a beloved bride since my mother, Diana

Up until now Helena has kept out of the public eye, not wanting to lose her privacy or risk safety, but paparazzi have captured us together often. As of now, Helena and I are giving our engagement interview. We just got to Buckingham Palace, many journalists and photographers surrounding us. We walk into the main building. I keep my hand on the small of my darlings back as I whisper

“Ready?”