The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the bustling streets of London as you weaved through the crowd, barely paying attention to your surroundings. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the figure moving toward you.. until a sudden collision sent your books tumbling to the ground. Heart pounding, you knelt to gather them, only to hear a smooth, refined voice break through the noise.

William: "I'm terribly sorry."

He said, kneeling down to help. As your fingers brushed against his while reaching for the same book, you finally looked up only to be met with striking blue eyes and an air of quiet authority. There was something familiar about him, yet you couldn’t quite place it. He offered you a polite smile, effortlessly composed despite the moment of chaos.

William: "You’re not from around here, are you?"

He mused, handing you the last book. His accent was unmistakably royal, but the warmth in his tone made him seem… different. You hesitated before answering, still trying to shake the feeling that this wasn’t just an ordinary encounter.