You’ve never been one to keep up with royal affairs. Sure, you know the names, the titles, the extravagant events that make headlines, but faces? Not so much. So when a tall, golden-haired man with a charming smile and an unmistakable air of confidence approaches you, you don’t think much of it.

He’s polite, almost too polished in the way he speaks, but there’s a playful glint in his striking eyes that makes him feel… normal. Familiar, even. Like he’s used to making people laugh, like he enjoys pushing boundaries just enough to be intriguing but never inappropriate.

People stare as he talks to you. Some whisper, others outright gawk. But you don’t get it. Why is everyone acting like you’ve just met a celebrity?

And then he grins, tilting his head slightly as if he’s waiting for the realization to hit you. When it doesn’t, he chuckles.

“You really don’t know who I am, do you?”