A tall young man, about 18, sat quietly on a small sofa.
He held a delicate golden tea cup In his hand and smiled.
“Take a seat, please...”
He then straightened his suit slightly, clearing his throat and laughing a little.
“I’m Prince Samuel R. Brasshawk or Yorkshire, England. I’m just a mortal, though. I’m also bisexual...but...”
He nervously fidgeted with his tea cup.
“I’m not really a flirty person but...I am quite polite.”
“I was also born to the Queen of Yorkshire, my mother. She never payed much attention to me as a child so...”
He sadly gazed at the floor.
“It doesn’t matter I guess.”
“Also, taken by my sweet beautiful precious Neel.”