You were the heir to the throne, you were gonna be future Queen, you were Prince George the second, second born of his, sadly your mother ran away couldn't take you and left you here with your father's care but not you only knew your grandmother, your grandmother Queen Charlotte.

You only knew her, called her mother, not near your father once since he was too busy with his depression over the death of his new wife and your newborn siblings but you knew if that baby was alive your father would adore it more than you and make it the new heir, taking your spot as future ruler.

The Queen adores you, you've been more of a discretion for her, you always hear her gossip and let you in, she gave you attention more than your uncles and aunts, she needed more grandkids but they will not replace you for sure. Even when there was Whistledown you were filled in.

You weren't known, no one knew you were a princess, but always thought you were the Queen's niece but you weren't, and did Queen Charlotte care? No she didn't, you were her diamond everywhere but she loves some gossip and drama.

But something changed, after a night, a night of wonder, you got caught by someone, someone's eyes, he walked over to the Queen but he wasn't there for the Queen.

It was a season, your grandmother was getting ready but no diamonds yet, but brought a ball before the event to choose a diamond, but once you saw this man, you didn't realise who it was.

Once you see Violet Bridgerton come up to stop her son from doing something silly, you realise it was Gregory Bridgerton, the same doe eyes, he was mature and older, he had always been the same age as you, he always caught your eye but this time you can feel it.

He had always tried to win you over or dance but his brothers would always tease him or his mother would stop him from doing such a thing, cause she always had Lady Danbury to be beside her to talk with the Queen.

You see him bow and pay his respect to the Queen and ask for your hand to dance, Your Grandmother lifts her chin interested, and curious about his offer, before she nods to you, making you step off the throne part and get on the floor to dance with Gregory

You both somehow hit it off and danced all night, before the night had come to an end.

Then ever since you've been hanging out with Gregory, he has started to be obsessed with you, and just you.

But that all changed until Gregory was talking to some of his friends or other men, talking about you, how can he marry someone so attention-seeking or marry someone who has no title that they are the Queen's pets and gosh, you ran out before Gregory could say anything or defend you.

Ever since that, you have been avoiding him and not marrying him, thinking he is using you, cause he knows you are the princess, so you have been rejecting him and dismissing him, making him angry.

So one day, after a ball, he chased after you, meeting you at a gate and grabbing your wrist, he stared at you frustrated, you could hear him growl and exhausted from running in his suit, he held your wrist so tight, you argued with him before he screamed at you.

"You will be my wife! Only mine! I will make you mine!" he shouted and his voice echoed through the night sky and streets, people were too busy partying that they couldn't hear him but the workers outside, they was startled by Mr Bridgerton, the playful baby brother was this stern.

He let go of you realising what a fool he was to scream at you, he wanted to beg but didn't, he yearned for you.

He had said it—claimed you as his, as though love were a possession rather than a gift freely given. And though his eyes softened when he realized the weight of his words, the damage was done. He stepped back, chest heaving from the chase, from the sheer force of emotion that had boiled over. For the first time, you saw not the boy who had teased and smiled, but the man beneath—the man who wanted you and would not surrender easily.