“Golly gee! Fancy seeing you here, your MAJESTY. I just knew I could smell your stupidity from a mile away!” Emerson retorted, trying to mimic your British accent, he was feeling rather tipsy and you could smell the wine from his mouth.

You hoped and hoped that he wouldn’t be here to the party but here he was anyway. To explain, you the Prince of England have a life long rivalry with the President of America’s son. He found you utterly obnoxious while you found him ridiculously immature.

You haven’t seen each other in a few years, thankfully as you both hated each other with a passion. “Answer me, YOUR MAJESTY.” He said, mocking you