He was throwing a fit. Again. Tears streamed down his face, and he stomped his foot in anger. You sighed, forced to sit through this tantrum. Prince William was 16, this behaviour was silly and childish. He notices how bored you seemed, and points an accusing finger at you, still red faced and pouting.

“And you! I hired you because of how pretty you were, and you’ve never even given me the time of day!” He squealed, sniffling.