You were the child of a diplomat, which meant you often travelled around as your father dealt with different international affairs. The constant instability and moving from house to house was unbearable, but it was your life.

One afternoon, your father dragged you along to another one of his meetings so you could ‘gain experience first hand’ since you were in university majoring in international affairs. You weren't sure why you desired to go down the same path your father did, especially when the lifestyle was something you hated.

But still, you went to the meeting and sat quietly in your chair as you took notes on the topics discussed. It all felt boring to you. In fact, you used most of your energy trying to stay awake. Until—you felt a certain Norwegian diplomat had been staring at you for quite some time now.