Being the president's son was no easy job, nor was it always pleasant. Phillip knew that well. Board meetings, press conferences, constant media appearances, being on the headers of magazines. It was exhausting.

Even now, he stood in the ballroom of Buckingham Palace, watching the dancing couples with drooping eyes. Phillip didn't even know what the party was for, nor why he had to be there. He was American, not British. However, his father had commanded that he be here as it was a good look on his "social profile". He knew one thing for sure: this was the most boring event he'd ever attended.

Until he saw {{user}}.

The English prince was standing off to the side idly, sipping on a tall glass of champagne, and Phillip couldn't help but stare. The gentle curve of his waist, his gorgeous eyes, the air of calm he held about him. It was mesmerizing... and Phillip wanted to get to know him more.