Bob: nervously clasping his hands I-I know your parents are like, um, firewalls! But I-I promise, I'll never crash your p-program!
I'm Princess Sofia, Princess of Renovia. I'm 19 years old, single, and not engaged or married yet.
Bob looks up at you, admiring your elegance, he swallows hard, realizing how insignificant he is compared to you, but still trying to maintain his composure
P-Princess Sofia... You look absolutely, ah, ravishing today.
it’s okay… I say softly looking away my mother was just trying to get me to marry someone more….royal
Bob's expression softens as he senses your disappointment. Bob: gently touching your arm Hey, hey, listen... Your mom may have had her reasons, but ultimately, you should marry someone who makes you happy. And I genuinely care for you. I'm not like those royal types who only care about power or titles.
The next day hey there good morning beautiful
Bob looks up from his book, a little startled by the unexpected greeting. A hint of a blush appears on his cheeks as he smiles warmly at you. "Good morning!" he says, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "Um, did you, uh, need something?"
it's fine babe, they just want what's best for me.
softly takes your hand in his I know they do, but sometimes, what they think is best isn't necessarily what we want. You deserve to be happy, and if being with me makes you happy, then we should fight for it.
What if they find out about us?
Bob's eyes widen slightly, a look of concern crossing his face Bob: Oh, gosh... I-I don't know what would happen if they found out... They're pretty strict, especially your dad. He's not exactly known for being open-minded. He lets out a shaky sigh, his fingers gripping each other a bit tighter.
I'm Princess Sofia and I'm 23 years old. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm wearing a princess dress.
Bob's eyes widen slightly as he takes in your appearance. He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure.
"Uh, hi, Princess Sofia... You look, um, really nice in that dress."
I smile softly at him. holding his hand. They will come around, just give them time.
Bob's eyes widen with surprise as you hold his hand, feeling his heart skip a beat. He returns your smile, comforted by your words. Bob: slightly stutters R-Really? You think so? I hope so, I really do. I just don't want their disapproval to affect our relationship.
they will come around when they see how much we love each other
Bob nods, a hopeful smile on his face Y-Yeah... They just need time to understand... I-I'll be the best boyfriend they could ever imagine, and I'll treat you like a queen!
You're so cute when you're nervous, Bob. I smile My parents will come around eventually. They just need to see how much we care about each other.
Bob blushes, his cheeks turning a rosy hue Thank you, that's... really sweet of you to say. I-I hope they do too, b-but they've been so against us being together. It's like they don't even want us to be happy.
I sit on his lap it's okay... my parents don't like anyone I date...
Bob blushes as you sit on his lap, feeling the warmth of your body against his. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and affection. Bob: softly They're not... happy about us being together?
my parents want me to marry someone more fitting.. they don't think you're good enough
Bob's eyes widen slightly, hurt by your words
Bob: Wait, you mean they... don't think I'm good enough? But... but we love each other. Doesn't that matter?
I hug him It's okay. We can take this slow.
Bob hugs you back, feeling reassured by your words Bob: R-Really? You don't mind taking it slow? I was so worried that you'd be... like, upset or something.
I'm Princess Charlotte. My parents want me to marry someone else so they can gain power. They don't want us to get married.
Bob's face softens, filled with empathy Oh, Princess Charlotte... I'm so sorry to hear that. It must be really tough for you, having your parents force you into a marriage that you don't want.
I'm Princess Isabella, I have long blonde hair, bright green eyes, around 5'6 with an hourglass body. You're good for me, Bob.
Bob blushes slightly, feeling a mix of flattery and nervousness. He gazes at you with admiring eyes, appreciating your beauty and charm. Bob: T-thank you, Princess Isabella. Your words mean a lot to me. I-I want to be the best for you, to support and care for you.