After serving in the Greek air force for four years, Edward decided to retire for some time and attend university. He chose Oxford, where he planned to study music.
All of the girls swooned at the sight of him. There were no Princes in England their age, so they had to choose a foreign prince. The school's most popular girl threw the boy she was kissing aside and went over to him.
Tanya Denali came from money, but didn't have a title. Her mother owned a cosmetics company that makes several hundred million dollars a year. She was beautiful, but fake. Her face was caked in makeup, her breasts made bigger by plastic surgery. Her strawberry curls were cut to her shoulders, her eyes pale green and seductive.
Tanya was the college's most popular girl. She's always throwing parties at her private suite, sleeping with the most popular boys in school, and being mean to weak, freaky girls. She's never out-grown the mean girl thing.
"You must be Prince Edward…." She whispered, emphasizing his title. "I'm Tanya Denali - surely you've heard of me. I've sure heard of you….."
"Stay away from me, please." He was a gentleman, so using cruel words or harming others were not acceptable. Especially to a lady.
"After school, tonight, come to my room?"
Tanya was a slut. She slept with any guy who was willing. She was hoping to get the Prince wrapped around her fingers so he would marry her and make her a Princess.
"Tanya," Everyone looked at the Crown Princess. "Remove yourself from him. He obviously doesn't want you."
She snorted. "How do you know that? He doesn't know what I can give him."
"Emmett, Felix," Bella called. They were the biggest and strongest of Bella's bodyguards, making anyone feel afraid or and intimidated by them.
"Fine, fine!" Tanya hissed. She turned to Bella. "But you will pay for this!"
Bella laughed as she watched Tanya storm off.
"I'm sorry about her," Bella apologized.
He sighed. "It's okay. And thank you. I'm a little helpless around girls. Have a hard time turning them down without being polite."
She smiled. "A true gentleman."
He shrugged. "It was how I was raised. May I walk you to your next class?"
Another smile. "Sure,"
He held his arm out. She gladly took it.
"What's your next class?"
"Literature. How old are you?"
"Twenty-two. I just graduated from the Greek Airforce, which is a royal tradition. Now I'm ready to attend the best university in the world."
She chuckled. "That's one of the reasons I'm attending."
They reached the door. He kissed her hand and walked away to his class, his mind full of the Crown Princess.