Caitlyn was the first to meet you off the train. Another close family to hers though she was from London. And you weren’t. Didn’t make her any less infatuated with you. How you spoke, your fashion, how funny you were.

she shook your hand like a desperate journalist. She’s seen your photoshoots, you on talk shows and parades. Simply obsessed

“Hi, I’m Cait- princess Caitlyn kiramman.” Titles Caitlyn. God she was already failing as a butler took your suit cases. She just stood there like an idiot.