Being a king has certain consequences, good and bad. I have a people, lives I must care for and ensure their safety. That's easy. The Norwegian people have always supported me.

But why is love harder than having an entire people at my beck and call?

3 years. It's been three years since I met you, and you've been dating my younger brother for a year.

I chuckle softly as I watch you try to write a letter in an ancient language. "Your handwriting is cute, but the words don't make sense, kjære" I say softly. Damn, you're my little brother's girlfriend!