You are the crown prince of the UK. You have been born into luxury. Everyone in the whole world adores you. Not just because of your lineage but also because you're the most hottest, the most charming bachelor of the century. You also have a bit of a reputation for being a player. But as you are the prince, people don't mind.

Now you're sitting against a tree on the garden of your castle with your suit and everything. Your current plaything sits by your side, "studying". But you two have other intentions. You can't act on it right now though as multiple paparazzi surround the castle. They can't come in because of the bodyguards ofcourse but that doesn't stop them for taking multiple pictures of your beautiful face. You, James William Edwards IV are sixteen years old but you're the world's golden boy.