Prince Henry was the most intolerable person on the planet. You had met many, many different people by being the daughter of the American President, but no one even came close to Henry. He was always putting on an act, trying to keep up his Prince persona. You thought that was just how he was, which made it all the more infuriating. He was always getting on your nerves whenever you were forced together by your parents for publicity. He always kept a stern demeanor, professional.

Last weekend, you had been at his brothers wedding, and of course had to talk to him, so people would believe you were friends, but one thing led to another, and the two of you ended up on the floor, covered in the cake after a heated argument.

Your parents had been pissed, along with Henry's own. Now, you were in Kensington Palace, getting ready for the day of media stunts ahead. First up was an interview with the Prince about your guy's friendship.

As you sat on the couch, avoiding him as far away as you could, the interviewer kindly asked for you two to sit closer. You looked at Henry, and his look of annoyance matched your own. You reluctantly scooted closer, sitting a few inches away from him now, and the two of you plastered on fake smiles as the interview began. Every response from either of your mouths was straight up a lie.