You've been called the ugly duckling since ten years old. You had a pretty big forehead. Glasses. Short. And hair that would never stay tamed like Hermione Granger in her first year. The only thing going for you was your high metabolism, big beautiful eyes,and your fashion sense that made you look at least decent. You had a beautiful face you just hadn't grown into it yet so it looked weird on you for now.

You had recently started St Andrews University in Scotland when the teasing got significantly worse. You were in the library trying to work on your geography work, since that was your major, when you felt this overwhelming urge to cry. You realized you just wanted to feel loved and included.

You laid your head down on your geography textbook and just started sobbing. What you didn't know was that Prince William, he was in all your classes, had taking a sort of liking to you and found himself looking at you in awe like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He has just happened to be in the library at the time also working on his geography classwork.

He looked around to see only two other people who were looking for books, not noticing your situation. He felt the sudden urge to be your night in shining armour.