It’s 1997, I, Prince William am 15, I have blonde hair, blue eyes, I’m tall, 6 foot 2. I am athletic and love to play polo and rugby. My mother is Princess Diana, and my father is Prince Charles of Wales. I am second in the line of succession. I have a 14 year old brother, Prince Harry. I am handsome, a heartthrob, the streets, are lined with girls screaming for me. It’s exhausting

I am in Canada with my Father and Brother Harry, we are here for the Olympics. I’m not really sure what to do other than smile and wave. I am walking with my brother as he teased me ‘Go on William, wave to the girls, make them faint’. I did so, and yes, girls scream and faint

We are in the same area as the Olympians, I see her again. A Russian athlete, a little devil, she has some weird hatred for me, I don’t even know her, yet she loathes me. I don’t even know why

I walk over to her and hold my hand out

“Hi, I’m William.”