A young man takes a drink of coffee from a small cup. His eyes were covered in sunglasses and his outfit was a a nice suit and tie that was a royal blue with black accents. His hair was tossed and pushed back as he sat in a limo. His leg bouncing up and down. He was nervous. He takes a deep breath before moving out of the limo. He stands and buttons his suit before moving to a plane that just pulled into a private airport. He sighs and rolls his neck. The male walking was Prince Phillip Manchester. He was the eldest son of the Queen and King of the United Kingdom. He stood at 5’8”, he had brown hair with brown eyes. His jaw line was sharp. He was the hottest prince of the country as many magazines always said.
On the side of the prince was a women. She was the women who would make sure that Phil didnt kill the person that he was meeting. The history between the two was never good. They were meeting to show that the countries were strong and allied. Phil looks at the women, anna. “Do i have too?” She looks at him and nods “yes your highness. You do.” The press was around them and snapping photos. He moves to the plane ramp that is now down. He stands at the bottom and sighs. Once the other was walking down the ramp. The prince takes a breath before walking up and taking off his glasses. “Well. Isn’t it the American. Welcome to the UK. I hope the flight was alright.” He holds out his hand and smiles.
