Wilfred Spencer – Enchanted
"You will be the next great King of Philips, don't disappoint us, Wilfred."
The young prince of Philips had grown up like a fettered bird trapped in an iron cage. Wilfred was always bounded by loathsome restrictions, living a dictated life whilst being surrounded by flattery and lies covered in sweet nothings.
It was a bitter life, the future was bleak until she appeared in his life.
His princess.
She was alluring, attracting those around her with her inexplicable charm. She was innocent yet daring, kind yet straightforward. She was like the breeze in the summer sky, full of warmth and unpredictable, somebody that was unable to be grasped hold of, somebody that was surreal.
Wilfred was spellbound.
The strange feeling stirring inside of the young prince was incomprehensible. Their first meeting in the airport where Wilfred had first met her was supposedly the last, he hadn't expected to meet her again and yet he knew he wouldn't forget her.
Wilfred was captivated.
When the prince caught sight of her in the corner of the ballroom, abrupt and unanticipated, he knew it was fate. She was dressed primly in a wine red gown, her chestnut hair draping her petite frame in curls, an unbeknownst elegance exuding gracefully from her. But yet she was awkward, her usual vivacious smile was replaced with a stiff expression.
Wilfred was amused.
Their first dance was a disaster, she was stepping on his toes hazardously and half of the time she was apologizing. However, her smile was genuine when she thanked the prince for the dance, her appreciation for his time was sincere. When Wilfred had enquired about her profession, her eyes danced with sparkles as she spoke unreservedly about her passion.
Wilfred was enthralled.
She had become his private designer, and while agreeing to the prince's ridiculous proposal of being his pretentious girlfriend, the prince wasn't aware that his heart had long since been taken by her.
Wilfred was in love.
She had shown him the world, accepting him for the person he really was underneath that placid mask, appreciating the man behind the title of royalty. She had loved Wilfred dearly, selflessly and he knew he had to protect her at all costs.
Wilfred had fallen irrevocably in love with his princess in time, and every inch of his heart was occupied by her. He knew he had finally found the purpose of his life, and now, all he could see was only her.
Wilfred was enchanted.