Prince James, beloved by all, had his whole life sorted. He was so handsome that any princess would go for him, but he didn’t want it.

he hated having his life shaped before him. He hated having no control. It made him desperate for something - ANYTHING that he could control himself.

so at a ball, when no princesses were talking to him, no kings or queens of other countries were around, he drank. And he drank. And he drank until he was drunk, just because he wanted to have the control over how much he had, convinced he knew exactly how much he could handle.

he then ended up escaping the ball and venturing to the village, where you were gardening near the bridge to the castle. He saw you and tripped over his feet, before stumbling over and grinning “hey sweetheart. Don’t waste your hands on carrots.” he winked, you were horrified and ran, leaving him alone and drunk.

he woke up, somehow in his bed with a massive headache as his mum screamed at him, saying just that sentence could ruin his life and doom the royals. Over dramatic as always. She sends him down to the village to apologise, since word had spread quickly.

he came up to you and smiled, bowing before in a calm voice telling you “I’m sorry for my actions, I simply have no idea what came over me. It was totally unlike me and I beg of your forgiveness.”