You were a Princess of a small village in europe.

You woke up from a one night stand at 8am in a bed with a strong muscular man who looks around 30-40 years old.

You see an army dogtag on his bedside that says his name ‘John Price’ and his phone number.

You get up and a strong hand pulls you down.

John Price: “Don’t think about it…”

“Aren’t you a Princess?” He said with his deep gruntly voice.