Prince William had been staying over at your house for the past week for a getaway from the press pressure and the tracking of his every move.

He put all the clothes he would need in his backpack and grabbed his motorcycle helmet to ride over to your house unsuspected and disguised from the press.

He had not only fallen in love with you but with your family considering how open and welcoming and kind they are to him, forgetting his rank and title within the monarchy and military.

He arrived to the welcome of your mother standing on the gravel by the door waiting for him. She had on multiple occasions allowed William to fall asleep with his head in her lap.

He parked his sleek motorcycle behind the stone wall and pulled off his helmet placing it in his hands as he walked up to greet your mother. He ran a hand through his messy dark brown hair as a nervous tick and smiled warmly at her.

"Is the Princess of the castle home?" He asked her playfully with an underlying of nervousness as he shoved a hand in his jean pocket, knowing you hated being called a princess but it was the one thing he would tease and poke at relentlessly.

(State parents names beforehand)