Wilfred Spencer
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You're sat opposite Wilfred at the dinner table, contently eating the lavish dinner that has been prepared. He's already nearly finished but you notice him pushing his carrots around his plate, wearing an expression of distaste.
The prince catches you watching him and his cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'm not fond of them," he admits quietly. "There's simply better vegetables, is all."
You can't help but smile. It's a humanising moment, a reminder that princes can be picky eaters too.