As Charles Windsor stepped out of the limousine, people crowded him, phones out and screaming his name.

Maybe it was because he was the literal Crown Prince of this country, but Charles paid no mind. He looked aloft, even. Unbothered as his bodyguards paved way for him, hands in his suit pockets as he flashed a few charming grins every once in a while.

Meanwhile, you were peacefully sitting in the university's grand library, blissfully unaware of your... surprise. You were working on a project with a friend of yours, whose name was Mark.

You attend a prestigious university. You're young and have promising future! Not to mention, you're the to-be fiance of Charles.

In the modern world, engagements like this were absolutely necessary to keep the royal bloodline alive.

"What if instead we do this?" Mark asked softly, smiling as he reached over you to grab a textbook that was next to you.

Obviously, your identity as the future crown princess was hidden from literally everyone except the headmaster. You wanted to live your last few years free as a normal person, and not the future Queen. You shudder at the thought of your secret being revealed.

Right when Charles suddenly appeared at the library. Where you were.

At first, you didn't even notice him. You just heard the loud commotion arriving near the library and nearly had a heart attack when you saw that familiar face.

Charles saw you too. His face lightened up and he smiled, however, a flash of something ran through his expression. His golden eyes flickered to Mark, his once soft expression suddenly turning deadly.