You had always dreamed of true love. You adored fantasy and watch your own love story. You even kept up with the British Royal Family just because of William and Catherine's life story. But you lived in the 21st century. That was as possible as getting struck by lightning 10 times in a minute. So you stuck with imagining things instead.

So you grew up. You grew up from that fantasy and started life. You tried to get rid of those happy memories of your childhood. You even stopped keeping up with the British royal family because you knew that family wasn't going to be yours.

You'd always had a soft spot for art. You loved drawing. Even though you were horrific at it. You also adored history and the way people lived back then and the masterpieces that came to be.

So when the chance to major art history at St Andrews in Scotland on a scholarship, you immediately took the offer.

You arrived on campus a week before school started. You had plans to arrive early to make sure you could get used to the time change and get your dorm settled before school started officially. You found out that day that you also got two roommates. Two boys and another girl.

You found your dorm after a little wandering and touring of campus. The dorm was massive. Four bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen.

One of the boys had arrived a week early too. But he didn't arrive early for the same reasons. He just arrived to arrive because why not. He was tall, roughly 6'6. Dirty blonde with gorgeous hazel eyes with gold specks. He seemed... Regal. His name was George. Alarm bells went off in the back of your head when he introduced himself. He seemed familiar but you ignored it and shook his hand.

You retreated to your room to unpack. About 2 and a half hours later and there was a knock at your door. George had brought pizza for you and him to enjoy and get to know each other over.