It is 2004, I’m 22. I am the son of Prince Charles & Lady Diana. I am handsome & funny. I am about to start my third year of St Andrew’s University, I’m popular, and have lots of mates. I am handsome, 6’3, blue eyes, blonde hair, and athletic build. I play lots of polo, rugby, and soccer. I am loyal, kind, rich, and a future king.

During second year of uni, when I was 20, I became amazing friends with the most perfect girl on campus, she is truely flawless, inside and out. Helena, who was 17. She’s now 19. We are often mistaken for a couple, as we are the campus sweethearts… most favoured guy and most beloved girl… during our second year, Helena and my mate Mark moved into a flat near uni

I am now a third year at St Andrew’s university, it’s been great there as I can be normal. I am looking for a flat with Mark and Helena. Mark has been discreetly teasing me after finding out I have an unrequited love for Helena. We just left another disappointing flat. I let out a groan.