My Boyfriend Who Was Royalty.

“No way, No way! I don’t believe it!” 

I stared at the TV screen questioning my whole relationship with the love of my life, Michael Thomas. I immediately thought of the only person I could rely on in the moment; my best friend, Charlotte. I picked up my phone and called her, luckily she answered. 

“Hey Kristy, What’s up?”

“Charlotte, did you see the news!” I said in panic.

“Kristy, are you ok? You sound panicked?” 

“Are you stupid or something! Of course I’m panicked!”

“Alright, Alright. First, tell me what’s going on.”

I quickly try to gather my words, I know Charlotte is understanding, but will she actually get this. 

“Charlotte, you know my boyfriend, Michael.”

"Yes?! What about him?”

“Umm.”

“Girl, just say it!”

“He’s royalty.”

For about 10 seconds I heard nothing. Thinking my best friend probably even didn’t believe me!

“You’ve gotta be kidding, there’s no way he’s royalty! If he was royalty, wouldn’t there be paparazzi around him all the time, when you guys go out!” 

“Well, there was this one time where these weird group of people were watching us.”

“Oh, c’mon girl, that’s obvious!”

“Didn’t you met his family last year at thanksgiving? I mean you’ve been dating him for 3 years!?!” 

“Actually, I was with my family last year."

“Wait, you said you were with his family last year! Did you lie to me?” 

“Ummm, yeah sorry.”

“Based on what you just told me it’s a dead give away! He’s royalty.”

“Ok, now that we know it’s a dead giveaway, please tell me what I should do Charlotte!?!?”

“You should probably call your apparent “boyfriend”, Girl!!”

“OK!” 

“Kristy, I’ll call you later, because I gotta know what he says!” 

“Sounds good, byeee!” 

“Byeee!”

I hung up on Charlotte, and called Michael. I totally thought he wouldn’t answer because he probably thought I already knew, and was upset, which I am, but not because he’s royalty, because he didn’t tell me. I sat on my bed dialing the phone anxiously, secretly hopefully he wouldn’t pick up.

“Hello Kristy.” He said with his soft British tone. 

“Ummm, I have something to tell you.”

“I already know what you are going to say Kristy.”

“You do?!” I say with worry in my voice. 

“Yes, I saw the news too. I took a interview, and they told everyone. I thought you wouldn’t understand,that you would’ve not wanted to be together,and also I didn’t want you to feel stressed by paparazzi, because it’s very stressful for me, I don’t want you to know what I feel like.”

“Michael, you know I love you, and I don’t care if you’re royalty or if you weren’t. I want to be in your life, and I want you in mine. Paparazzi or anything else you could think of wouldn’t stop me.”

“Kristy, I love you too. Umm can you meet me tonight at vigilucci’s at 7?

“Uh ok?!”

“See you there.”

“Ok, bye.”

I hung up the phone, and decided to go take a quick shower. It was already 5:30, and I had to drive 20 minutes, so I didn’t have much time. After I go out go of the shower, I quickly curled my beautiful blonde hair. I put on my favorite red dress that I only wear on special occasions. I picked matching red heels. Grabbed a purse that I worn way too many times, and rushed out the door at 6:35.

***

I arrived at vigilucci’s at 6:55pm, Earlier that Michael wanted me here, so I was a bit early, but Michael was already there, in my favorite tux that I designed for him. 

God, he looks so hot! I thought to myself. 

I walked over to the seat next to him, and sat down. 

“You’re here early.” 

“I came early cause I knew you’d be here early, doll”

Uhh, I love when he calls me doll. It’s really hard to be mad at him right now. 

“Michael, why did you invite me to dinner?”

“Huh, that’s a simple question, I thought we needed to talk about the elephant in the room.”

“You mean about you being royalty, and that you’re a prince. 

“Well, yes.”

The hostess came, and directed us to the finest table in the restaurant, as we continued our conversation. 

“I understand that you’re a prince, and hopefully one day I’ll be your princess.”

“That’s another thing I want to talk to you about.” 

“Ok.”

I saw right before my eyes him get down on one knee. 

“Kristy Roberts, I want to be with you forever and always,even if paparazzi takes pictures of us all the time does not matter, will you become my princess and one day queen,doll?”

My heart was filled with uncontainable joy. I didn’t not care about him not telling him that he was the prince before. I forgave him 100%. 

“Yes!”

He got up, and showed me one of the most beautiful rings I had even seen. We kissed, and hug as the whole restaurant clapped for us. 

We sat down, and I asked him, 

“Is that you’re grandmother’s ring?”

“Yes, it is. She promised she would give it to me, if I found the one,and here you are, the one for me. 

We spend the rest of the night, living a dream, eating some a the most fabulous food, and loving and learning each other. Once we were done with our amazing night, we said goodbye, and I drove home, on my way back I called Charlotte.

“Charlotte, you’ll never believe what happened tonight.”

“Kristy just tell me what happened, you’re making me nervous, I don’t want to have to be someone up.”

“Michael proposed!”

“Wow! Two major shocks in one day!” She laughed.

“I wanna tell you one more thing.” “Ok?! What is it?” “Charlotte Watson, will you be my maid of honor?”

“Omg! Kristy, of course! Woah, you’re getting married!” “Charlotte, we got work to do!” “Planning your wedding is something I will gladly do.”

“I love you, Charlotte!”

“I love you too, Kristy.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

As I hung up the phone once more I started thinking, I would’ve never thought that by the end of this day I would be engaged, and on my way to being a princess. I honestly love that my used to be my boyfriend, now fiancé, is royalty.