This is my first multi-fic and I'm really excited about it! I watched the Meghan and Harry movie on Lifetime this past weekend and the concept has just been on my mind, so I'm running with it. I hope you guys like it, and comment, share and continue on this journey with me.

(Characters aren't mine)

Chapter 1: The Beginning

It's been almost an hour and a half of waiting at this private restaurant on the outskirts of downtown London. Michonne checks her phone once again for any sign that this blind date isn't going to happen as if she needs any more of a sign. She has no idea who she's being set-up with by stylist friend Maggie Rhee, but she told her it would be a great match and that the next time she was in the UK to let Maggie know so she could set it up. If only her trusty friend could've warned her that the asshole was going to be almost two hours late. Weren't the British supposed to be punctual? In fact, she's pretty sure punctuality is a part of their DNA, yet here she is, sitting in this restaurant that has been shut down, sipping on her second glass of Merlot, being stood up on a blind date. She decides as she begins to check some more of her e-mails and confirming her flight back home tomorrow morning that if he doesn't show in the next fifteen minutes, she's heading back to her hotel and never allowing Maggie to set her up again. The thought to text her friend and asks if she forgot to let her know he canceled crossed her mind, but usually Maggie is really good with communication, if something had come up, she would've let her know. Maybe he found out who she is and was no longer interested in the idea of dating a Hollywood starlet, or maybe he found out who she was and just wasn't interested at all. Either way, the clock has started on this let down of an evening.

Richard James Grimes is the third in the line of succession for the Royal Throne of England behind his Father and Grandmother, yes, The Queen. Richard, or Rick if you will has always marched to the beat of his own drum. Of course he completed his proper education that aligned with what is expected of the future King, served his necessary time in the military, done his philanthropic duties (which he loves), dated the "proper" prospective girls that could help him lead the country, but now that he's found himself once again single from another failed relationship, he's thrown the idea of following the rules of his life to the wayside and decided to live his life the way he's wanted to. It's for that reason alone he decided to take his best friend Glenn up on his offer to go on a blind date with one of his wife Maggie's best friends. However, as he sits outside the restaurant the idea is becoming more and more unimpressive. They didn't tell him much, other the fact that she was a well-known actress from the States, down to earth, gorgeous, funny, passionate about her philanthropic work just like him, and just an all-around good woman. Rick is at the point in life where he isn't just looking for an "all-around good woman" he's looking for his soulmate, the woman he simply cannot live without. It's the reason that he's been sitting outside of this restaurant that he had shut down for the occasion for the past 45 minutes contemplating if he was actually going inside.

"May I speak freely sir?" his driver and head of security Abraham Ford ask.

"Don't you always" Rick responds with a smile.

"Regardless of if this date goes anywhere, I think you owe it to the little lady in there to either shit or get off the pot, you have had her waiting for the past hour and a half," he says.

'Shit' he thinks to himself, he didn't realize he was running as late as he was. "Okay Abe, usual routine, rush in within the next 30 minutes with some sort of emergency," Rick says not noticing the private car pulling up in the private driveway in front of his SUV behind the restaurant.

"I'm not sure that will be necessary sir" Abe says with sarcastically.

"Why is that?" Rick asks skeptically as he begins to unbuckle his seatbelt.

"You didn't say you were standing up Michonne Anthony sir!" Abe says with a boisterous laugh.

"Who?" Rick states finally noticing what Abe is rambling about. His breath gets caught in the back of his throat as he sees the goddess that he can only assume is Michonne Anthony leaving the private entrance of the restaurant heading to her private car with her driver already holding the door open for her. Rick can't recall a time where he has been graced with such a beautiful presence. As she walks it's as if she is gliding across the ground she stands on. Even in the darkness he can see the silkiness that his her stunning umber skin that he can only imagine glows under the sunlight, her hair is on top of her elegant head in a bun, her eyes covered by glasses but he can only assume that her eyes are just as stunning as the rest of her. But what really stuns Rick, is her smile. The smile she greets her driver with, as she quickly approaches her car. That smile could stop traffic. Rick can't believe this is who Glenn and Maggie set him up with, nor can he believe his stupidity had her waiting in the restaurant for the past hour and 45 minutes. Acting on pure impulse Rick jumps out of the back of his car to try and salvage their evening praying that it isn't too late.

"Hey!" he calls out as she is stepping into her car.

Michonne turns at the sound of someone calling out to her. Her security guard and driver Morgan Jones stand at full attention assessing the scene for danger. However, she instantly knows there is no need for his worry. She can assume she is probably the safest she has ever been in her life because rushing towards her car is the future King of England Richard James Grimes. Of course, if she was to be stood-up by anyone, why not let it be the future King of England. Completely unimpressed, she continues to get in the car.

"Wait, wait, please!" he says as he continues to near the car.

"Ma'am wh-what is going on?" Morgan asks being a native to the UK and finally realizing who is approaching his boss. He too can't believe she was setup and stood up by the future King.

"Nothing Morgan, let's just go, the evening is over," she says completely embarrassed.

"Ma'am I'm not sure I can drive away from the future King; this is still my country" Morgan responds completely starstruck.

"Ugh! Fine!" she responds getting back out of the car as if she needs to be rejected for the second time tonight.

What she sees, however, once she finally faces Richard, has her at a complete loss of words and extremely nervous to be rejected by possibly the most beautiful man she has ever seen. He becomes taller and taller as he nears her, and she becomes more and more intimidated the closer he gets. His broad shoulders and strong gait with his sexy bowlegs make her squirm a little bit. But once he is finally in front of her, her knees become weak. Cerulean eyes clear as a Carolina sky stare back at her. She's never seen eyes this blue before. She can't stare too long because it makes her feel like he's staring into her soul. So, she observes the rest of him, which is an even bigger mistake. As her eyes leave his gorgeous blues, that travel down past his slightly crooked nose, to his beautiful rosy lips that showcase one of the most genuine smiles she's ever seen. And his hair, for god sake, it is taking Herculean effort to not run her fingers through the chestnut tresses. Gossip magazines and online interviews she's seen of him don't do the man justice, he is simply beautiful.

It takes a second, but she gets herself together because no matter how beautiful the man in front of her is, he still stood her up and made her look like an idiot. So, she channels her Tisch training and doesn't allow him to see her sweat. Though if she's not mistaken, she can see that he seems a little nervous, and perspiring now that he's closer to her. Nevertheless, it's time to act.

"Hi," she says elegantly, holding her head up high, though literally. The man is somewhat of a giant compared to her, so she has no choice but to stare up at him.

"Hi," he says as he grants her one of his gorgeous smiles. "Sorry, um, I'm Rick" he extends his strong hand out to her.

She meets his calloused hand with her dainty small smooth hand "Michonne Anthony" she states.

'God, she's as smooth as she looks' he thinks to himself as he continues to hold onto her hand longer than a greeting should.

'Holy, he smells divine' she thinks to herself as she tries to ignore his thumb rubbing over her hand as they have yet to release hands.

Neither of them knows what's happening but it's somewhat kismet. She, however, is the first to break the trance that their connection has caused.

"Uh, is there something I could do for you sir?" she asks with a voice that she's never heard before. In her mind, she said it with poise and strength, but what she heard was meek.

"Rick, it's just Rick," he says not loving the formality she's offering, but he can assume it's either because he just stood her up on their date, or because she's apprehensive about being face-to-face with the future King. Either way, he doesn't like it. Especially with the spark that he knows they both just experienced.

"Well then Rick, what can I do for you?" she asks.

"I'm so sorry that I missed our date," he says genuinely.

She can sense his sincerity, but she's tired, and there is no salvaging the rest of their night, she has to leave for the airport in the next 6 hours.

"I'm sure you had a good reason" she responds. If anyone can understand an intense schedule it's her, but something in her tells her that he thought he was being setup with another thirsty female who only wanted him for his name. It's unfortunate for him he didn't have the decency to get out the car.

"No, there's no reason for me being rude and leaving you here without so much of a word. For that, I truly, truly am sorry. I'm sure you had something else you could've been doing other than waiting for my dumb ass. I promise I'm not an asshole, I would never leave a female waiting at a restaurant by herself waiting for me, that's not at all how I was raised…"

As he continues to ramble, she can't help but think how cute it is how nervous he is and truly sorry he is about missing their date.

"Rick…" she says to try and stop his ramblings.

'She should put a warning with that smile, it truly is something dangerous' he thinks to himself as he finally shuts his mouth.

"It's really okay, I understand you might've been apprehensive. I've had my fair share of Glenn and Maggie setting me up. Maybe you saved us both from another failed attempt. No harm no foul" she says with finality to the conversation.

Rick isn't used to this. Most women, once they realize who he is, are foaming at the mouth around him, throwing themselves at his feet. This is refreshing. He can't believe he was such a jackass and messed this up. He has got to figure out a way to fix this.

"Wait, why does this sound like this is over before it began?" he asks nervously.

"I think it's safe to say it is. Isn't that why you didn't get out the car?" she asks.

He's taken aback by her honesty; this whole experience is so new to him. He is so intrigued with Michonne Anthony. He smiles at her dig because she is absolutely right, it's exactly why he didn't get out the car.

"You are not like most women Michonne Anthony," he says extremely impressed and is granted with another one of her gorgeous smiles.

"I'll take that as a compliment"

"I hope so. I wouldn't dare insult you ever again. I truly hope you can forgive me." He pleads.

"As I said, no harm no foul, don't worry about it, Rick. But um, I've really got to get going, I have a flight in the morning, but it was nice to—".

"Wait!" he stops her. "Please, I need to make this up to you, how about a drink? Please?"

"I wish I could, but I've really got to go. I'm sorry" she can't believe she's really turning him down, but there is no guarantee that this one drink would even be successful, so they should just cut their losses.

"Okay, okay. Then, how about another date?"

"Another?" she giggles "We don't have a great track record already Rick."

Even though she is turning him down at every corner, he can't help but smile along with her, especially after she giggles. It's the most beautiful sound he's heard next to her melodious voice.

"I know, and that's my fault, but I promise this second try would be worth your while"

Before she can respond, Morgan chimes in letting know that they have to get going.

"You know what, what the hell. If you can figure it out, and actually show up, then yeah, you've got yourself a second chance."

"Really?" he's surprised she actually is giving him another chance.

"Yep. Now, I really have to go" she turns back towards her car and begins to get in again.

"Wait, how do I get in contact with you? Glenn didn't give me your number." He calls out again.

"I'm sure you'll figure something out, Your Highness. Bye" she waves goodbye, and finally retreats into her car. Before he knows it, he's standing in this private driveway by himself, wondering how this evening started off so bland and in a span of a few minutes changed his life tremendously.

"You are one lucky bastard!" Abe says as he walks up next to his boss.

"Nah I haven't secured that yet Abe" Rick says completely entranced with his thoughts on how he will get into contact with Michonne and see her again.

"What are you going to do? Looks like she isn't going to make it easy for you."

"Well for starters, I need to get her number from Glenn. Then, I need you to come up with a game plan for me to get to the States without a lot of noise."

"Wait, you're serious?" Abe states shocked. He's never seen his boss impressed with a woman like this before. Enough to have to break protocol.

"Absolutely. If we can't get to the US without fuss, then I'll need to get her to me somehow, but either way, Michonne Anthony is going to get the best first date of her dreams." Rick says with conviction as they begin their walk back to the car.

On the drive back to Kensington he sends a text to Glenn.

Rick: I fucked up.

Glenn: What did you do?

Rick: Missed the date completely, was only able to talk to her for like 10 minutes as she was leaving the restaurant.

Glenn: What the fuck dude? Maggie is going to kill you when she finds out. Michonne is her best friend.

Rick: I know, I know. A complete fuck up, but she is willing to give me another chance. I'll need your help though.

Glenn: I don't know dude…

Rick: Please Glenn, I know I fucked up. But man…she's, she's special, and our connection, even in that short time period, it was different. She is different. I have to work this out.

Glenn: Okay, what do you have in mind?

Rick: First, I need her number.

Glenn: Okay, but don't fuck this up again.

Rick: I won't, this is just the beginning.

Next chapter: we'll see what Rick has in store now that he has Michonne's number, and we'll see that just like Harry, their first date will have to be a memorable one.