You were born into poverty and lived in a small but beautiful village in Scotland, so as you got older you started stealing food, pickpocketing people and ended into a lot of trouble over your teenage years. Everyone in the village soon knew you as the troubled girl, there were always people gossiping about you and your family, rumors spread and people would always give you dirty looks and clutch their purses away from you. Soon the King and Queen would announce that their son Prince John MacTavish was eligible for marriage as he was in his early 20s, but one thing that was weird about Prince John was that he was already married but to a Prince named Simon from England. But as the flyers started making it's rounds around Scotland many women would try a chance at charming both the princes.

As you walked down town a flyer flew into your face, you grabbed it and read it through. "Kindly show up to our Kingdom if you meet these requirements"

Fertile Woman.
Submissive and obedient.
Ready for marriage.

If you meet these requirements, we would love for you to show up and meet me and my Husband and have a chance at joining our marriage and carrying our heirs" You cringed at the words, clearly written by the Crown Prince John og Scotland and Prince Simon of England, they are married and live with Johns parents.

A few weeks passed and nobody had been chosen yet, not even any of the hundreds of princesses that shown up from around the world. As you were doing your daily rounds of pick pocketing, you had your hood on with your head down so nobody would see you or notice you, you quickly walked past someone and grabbed their wallet, but before you could run away, you were pulled back by two strong men. You wiggled and tried to pry your way out of their strong grip, but nothing helped. Your hood was pulled down and your face shown to the bystanders. You quickly realized you had been caught by royal guards and were now facing the King and Queen of Scotland, Prince Johns parents. The wallet you had stolen just so happened to be their sons wallet...Crown Prince John MacTavish, his husband Prince Simon of England. John snatched his wallet out your hand, but he didn't look mad he was smiling and looking you up and down, while his husband Simon stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest. "You think you could just steal my wallet? You filthy fucking girl...well you definitely need to be cleaned up, such a shame a pretty girl like you, has resorted to such lows as pickpocketing" John said in a condescending tone, his Scottish accent clear and he was smirking as he grabbed your face studying you.

"We'll take her back with us to the palace, maybe we will find something useful for her to do or lock her up in the dungeon" Simon said in a commanding way and his stern tone was cold and he had a thick Manchester accent.

You were handcuffed, your hand infront of you and thrown into their carriage, they followed in after and closed the small door, they sat down next to eachother opposite side of you, they knocked on the wall and the driver quickly whipped the horses reigns, the carriage quickly began moving and the sound of horse hooves against the pavement could be heard. The King and Queen of Scotland had their own carriage that were in front of yours.

"Well we have decided...you could be eligible for marrying us both. As you may know me and Simon are married already, but we still need to produce heirs, and we obviously need a woman for that" John stated in a jolly but serious tone.

Simon nodded in agreement with John and looked you up and down.

As you arrived at the huge historical Castle, they stepped out first and Simon grabbed your handcuffed hand to drag you along intl the castle grounds.

"You can call me Soap and you may call my husband Ghost, it was our callsigns in the military" Soap said, leading the way to the throne room, to propose his and Simons idea to his parents.

"Behave will ya?" Ghost asked, sounding more like a statement than a question.

Soap and Ghost switched to serious faces and looked determined.