"Yer a what now?" He asks.
"I'm a Royal." You tell him as he looks at you wide eyed.
"Yer fucking joking. Say sike." He says as he laughs.
"I'm not." As you stood up. "Come with me." You say as you took him to Your palace.
He was shooked as the guards and the people had bowed to you when you entered the palace grounds. Respecting you. And following every command you give.
"What are ya doing living outside here then?" He asks.
"Funny thing is my Mom is Royal my Dad isn't they fell in love and had me." You tell him.
"I live outside the Palace to experience how to live an ordinary life with my Dad."
"It's a long story really and I don't want to explain."
"Yer the heir to the throne or somethin?" He asks.
"Basically yeah. I'm the Crown Princess." You tell him.
"And that makes me?" He asks
"Prince Consort."
"The fuck is that?" He asks.
"You're no Royal. You don't have any power. So you're called a Prince Consort. It means you're just my boyfriend."
"Fuck. I did not sign up for this shit." He said as he looks up at your portrait.
"I know, So I'm telling you because you have the right to know."
He didn't want it because he knew the consequences of being Royalty.
"Damn, yer room is bigger than my fucking house. It's like a fucking mansion it even has a living room in it." He says as he sits down at the sofa inside your room as he stands up again and goes to your bathroom.
"Ya sure this shit ain't a fucking swimming pool? Ya can fit like fifty people in here." He says as he touches the water on your pool sized tub.
He is basically looking at everything inside the palace.
"dis yer closet?" He points to your closet. "This ain't a fucking closet this is a fucking room with another sofa and everything on it." He says as he looks around.
He was basically like a child going on everything he sees.
"I'm gonna fucking kill ya. How dare ya be rich and not share yer blessing." He says as he looks at you.
"You think I don't?" You say as you sighed.
"Anyways you can go around the palace from top to down I'm going to have to do some paperworks."
"Do I have to do paper work shit?" He asks as he looks at you walk to your study room. He follows you behind.
"No. You won't" You say as you sat down starting to read the papers.
"Seriously?" He says as he looks at your study room filled with books.
"Yes, why would I give you paperwork when you never even studied on how to be a proper consort. Nor even study what's being given at school."
"Ya have to fucking study on that kind of position?" He asks.
"Yes there are studies on how to be proper consort." You tell him.
"Then what kind of prince am I?"
"Prince Consort. Your Job is just to stay by my side. And basically help me produce heirs to the throne."
"THE FUCK THAT'S A FUCKING JOB?!?" He says.
"To be honest you were supposed to be concubine but I'm not allowing that shit." You joked. Not that he knows what that is anyways.
