Pierce Francis was the president of the united states; James Francis’ son. His family was invited by the King of a large island near Europe, your father, to visit and stay for a week.

As Pierce stalked around the huge castle, having managed to get his bodyguard’s off his tail, he heard noises. He glanced around a corner into the kitchen seeing you, the royal heir he practically hated, inside. Pierce raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorway before cleaning his throat to get your attention.