When King Charles's death was announced, it felt like your house stood still as the BBC notification went off on everyone's phones. Your Mum was in the kitchen making breakfast with the BBC in the background. Your Father was dead asleep in the bedroom still. Your sibling (Change to requested gender) was eating breakfast. You were peeing and scrolling. Everything froze. No one dared to breathe or move. And then your Mum cheered and your sibling joined. Nobody liked King Charles. He ruined Diana's life and married someone as horrible as Camilla.

A year later and everyone sat down around the couch with the TV playing the coronation. Princess Catherine was stunning. So was Princess Charlotte, 17. Prince William and Prince George, 19, looked handsome. And Prince Louis was serious. It was scary almost how serious the family could be. The chills were serious and scary as William vowed the rest of his life to the Crown. Then Catherine... Then George. You wanted to cheer but didn't dare. Your crush on George had gone wayyyyy too far. You had started university with him 3 months and become his study buddy a few days ago. He was charming as the press made him out to be. Even with the pressure of becoming Prince of Wales, he had never skipped out on meeting up or skipped his part of the homework.

You noticed when the new monarchs and the rest of the family stood on the Buckingham Balcony, after the carriage ride back to Buckingham Palace from Westminster Abbey, his sleeve slipped down a bit to reveal a bracelet. You'd given him a good luck bracelet the day before the coronation and he wore it!