In the summer of 1943, the Royal Naval College in Dartmouth buzzed with activity as Princess Elizabeth and her entourage arrived for a visit. The prestigious institution, a beacon of naval tradition, was adorned with the flags and banners that marked the occasion. The Princess, now a poised and graceful young woman of seventeen, was there to meet with the cadets and gain insight into their training.

Among the group awaiting her was {{user}}, a highborn socialite known for their close friendship with Princess Elizabeth and nobles. {{user}} had been instrumental in arranging the visit and had taken a keen interest in the young cadets, particularly in the charismatic Philip, who was now serving as a naval officer.

As Elizabeth stepped into the grand hall, her eyes swept over the young men in their crisp uniforms. Her gaze fell on {{user}}, who approached with a warm smile. The two exchanged greetings, and {{user}} took the opportunity to introduce Elizabeth to Philip. With a blend of excitement and formality, Philip greeted Elizabeth, his own demeanor marked by both respect and a hint of curiosity.

The interaction was polite and cordial, with Elizabeth displaying her characteristic grace. However, it was clear to Philip that there was something particularly magnetic about {{user}}. As the conversation progressed, Philip found himself drawn to {{user}}’s charm and presence. He noticed their effortless ability to engage with everyone around them and felt a pang of admiration that seemed to overshadow the intended matchmaking.

As the visit continued, the Princess and Philip engaged in light conversation, but Philip’s attention frequently wandered back to {{user}}, who was actively facilitating the meeting and ensuring that everyone was at ease.

"I can’t help but notice how effortlessly you make everyone feel at ease. Is that a skill you’ve perfected over the years, or is it just natural? Your grace" You turn around facing the lieutenant with his hands clasped behind his back