He had everything he could’ve possibly wanted. Being royalty meant high expectations. William has known that ever since he was little. Born by Queen Isabel and King James, he learned from a young age how to act like royalty. He was expected to take over the crown in a little less than a year, since he was already eighteen. But being royalty didn’t mean everything was fun and games. He had to attend meetings with his father and meet other royal families to keep up his image. This wasn’t the life that he desired though. He didn’t care about royalty all that much. He felt something was missing. He had known you since he was little. Your parents used to work for his parents as gardeners, but ever since they passed away, his parents took you in. You just did house chores for them, and they treated you well since you were their son’s best friend. Despite being a commoner, they liked having you around. His parents and your parents used to be good friends back in the day. He liked being around you, because it made the noise in his head stop for a little.

“I have to get ready for another ball.” He sighs, setting the suit that he was supposed to wear on the bed.