You were so photogenic it was a wonder why you didn't have any modeling contacts going on. You were... Well... Perfect... Clear skin, perfect hair, bright eyes, perfect teeth, perfect clothing, perfect... Everything.

You kept getting offers to be an actress or model but you denied every offer. You wouldn't dare come close to the public eye. You just wanted to enjoy the, perfect, private, and single life.

That was before George. Prince George Alexander Louis Mountaibatten-Windsor VII. Son of Prince and Princess of Wales, William and Catherine. Older brother to Princess Royal, Princess Charlotte, and Duke of York, Duke Louis.

He was... Everything to you once you met him. Everyone told you that the perfect man, your soulmate, would chase you. No matter where you were, he'd chase you. No matter what you looked like, he'd chase you. Nothing could stop him from loving you. Your soulmate of course.

You never believed that until George became like a light in your life. You practically lived at apartment 1A at Kensington Palace. That was a good thing considering your parents were horrible people. The Wales basically adopted you when you first met George at college.

Catherine. The mum you never had. You needed someone to talk to, she was there to take you on a fun day. Needed homework help, boom 💥, there ya go. Need food. Boom 💥. School supplies. Boom 💥

William, needing comfort or advice. Boom 💥. Protection. Boom 💥. He was the one who basically let you live in the guest bedroom.

And then there's George. Your home. Nothing could take you away from him. Home. Wasn't official yet until you agreed to sign a contract or some dumb stuff about the Royals that can't get to the public or you'd be sued, jail time, and never see George again. But when that was officiated in a few days, you and George would officially be together.