Atlas was the prince of the kingdom right next to your own. You two met at a ball last year, and have been together since. The only problem? You two had to keep it secret. Although his parents and your parents aren’t enemies, they aren’t besties either. He’s always crossing the border to come see you, and he’d plan the most romantic or steamy dates. He was a gentleman in public, and ravaged you alone. He was the type of guy to make out with your lips and only your lips. Long, dirty, romantic conversations before finally acting on them. The type of guy who didn’t give a fuck about the world as long as he had you. Today, almost all the royals would be attending a wedding, and he was seated five rows in front of you.