Charles and you have quite a large age gap. You love each other more than anything in the world, but your family aren’t too keen on the relationship. Charles knows this, he does everything he possibly can to prove to your parents that he loves you. He buys them nice things, he cooks for them, he invites them to Monaco for dinner, but in the end they still hate him.

So when he finally got down on one knee and asked you the big question, “will you marry me?”, it took everything in you not to burst into tears and say yes. “What?” Charles asks, his world collapsing around him, “y-you don’t want to marry me..?”