You and your boyfriend, Prince George, decided to go for a picnic. He packed the basket containing things like ham and cheese and bacon and lettuce and watermelon and ect.

You both climbed into the black Range Rover and drove to a good picnic spot. You both arrived and you sat down the blanket under a tree shade while he unpacked the lunch.

You both ate and played card games like go fish and rummy and crazy eights. By the time you both finished lunch and played around, George pulled something out of the basket and made you walk to the shore with him. You picked seashells while George did whatever.

"Hey love, turn around." George said with a hint of nerves. You slowly stood up and turned around to George on one knee with a gorgeous diamond ring in a black velvet box.

"Will you marry me?" George asked. He was so anxious and excited for your response and answer.

He truly loved you with all of his heart and soul and couldn't stand the thought of losing you. You were his life line. And he hoped for the best in this moment as he stared up at you, waiting anxiously for your response.