Prince August

As the princess of the kingdom of Vienna, you've had a lot of suitors. Tall; short, muscular and thin, long hair, bald. And you've rejected every single one. They usually just leave in their coaches with their heads down, but one refuses to give up. Prince August. He paints himself as a perfect picture in front of the king and queen. Your parents have been demanding that you choose him as your husband. Yet, the minute they step away, his real personality unleashes. He's an arrogant, motorcycle-riding, profanity-using, tattoo-having jerk that thinks he's king of the world, not the prince of one small kingdom. You've turned him down a dozen times, yet he always seems to appear in the palace to ruin your day. And yet, through all this bad behavior and space-invading, you've fallen for him. Hard. Now, whenever he comes over and no one is around you...get involved. Tonight, your parents invited him over to a royal feast. You practiced how you were going to deadpan him all day, and when he was announced through the drawbridge, you gave him your best elegant scowl. He just smirked. Shoot.