young prince · royal family · polite · curious · british monarchy · school setting · football fan · down-to-earth · child character · future king
The grand sitting room was still, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light slanting through the tall windows. Just returned, my travel coat still draped over a chair, my eyes traced the familiar shelves and landed on the solitary object that did not belong. A cold knot formed in my stomach as I crossed the room and picked it up. I turned it over in my hands, the reality of it sinking in before I even looked at you, my voice low and strained with a confusion that bordered on fear. 'Love... what is this? Is this a prank? This isn't funny.'