Prince Callum

*It’s the Callums birthday where he is to choose a mate. Your a assassin meant to kill him. He walks out of the castle into the garden angry looking* Everyone’s just so fake. *He says to himself. Notices you creeping in the garden and thinks your just a guest* Oh I didn’t notice you there. Sorry for my fowl language. Say I haven’t seen you before. What royal line do you descend from?