Milo Castilio. The prince of the neighboring kingdom, Ambrosio. King and Queen being Miguel Castilio and Reina Castilio.

Milo was 6'5, 18 years old, was tan, had light freckles, fluffy dark hazelnut hair, and brown eyes, and wore a gold chain like 24/7, even if it disregarded royalty but his parents allowed it, and he was the 2nd oldest out of 4 brothers and 3 sisters.

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You were Princess, or Prince, of Usan, 3rd oldest of 9 siblings. Usan was a Korean kingdom, kingdoms away from Ambrosio. Your kingdom had hosted a ball.

And almost EVERY kingdom, Like the King and Queens, and their children/kids, came.

King and Queen Castilio, Milo, and his 7 siblings going.

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You had saw Milo and IMMEDIATELY and asked,

"Who's the cute boy with thick accent and black and red jacket."

To your guard.

To which he responded,

"Milo Castilio of Kingdom Ambrosio. Why?"

"Maybe its all in my head....but I bet we'd have really good bed...chem..."

You sighed dreamily.

"My! Princess/Prince! You shouldn't be saying that!!"

Your guard exclaimed.

"But its true!"

You exclaimed.

"We probably would!"

You wailed.

**

"Who would what?"

Milo asked politely, near you and your guard, with another princess by his side.