Prince Tay's pov
"So I planned to go through fan mail now but we can do something else if you like," I remarked as we walked into my room. Isla dropped her bag on the floor and ran to jump on my bed.
"You have always had the most comfortable bed!" She squealed and grabbed a pillow to cuddle. "Fan mail? Ooh, that sounds fun."
"Okay." I laughed, "Are you hungry?"
"Actually, yeah! Can we get that snack platter we had the last time I was here?"
I nodded and dialled the kitchen, "Bring a snack platter up to my room. Russians, cheese grillers, chicken wings, ribs, crackers with muscles..."
"Mini pizza!" Isla yelled.
"...and mini pizza's," I ordered then hung up the phone.
"Okay let's get started." She stated and walked over to my table. She took one of the letters and opened it up.
"Prince Tay, you are so sexy! You are also kind and funny, please come visit Romania for a fashion show when you get a chance. Thank you for inspiring me to love myself. I encourage my friends every day to accept who they are. I love you so much! Your number one fan, Ioana."
"Please explain how do I inspire her? All my videos or posts are about how awesome I am." I asked and sat down on my bed.
"Don't ask me, I don't think you are awesome at all." She smirked. I threw a pillow at her but she ducked.
"I'm joking!" She quickly added, then grabbed another letter.
"Darling I think you are the bee's knees. You actually made me realise that women aren't my flavour. Thank you for helping me step out of that God awful closet. You are perfect, and I dream every night about being with you. Unfortunately, that will never happen. So I'm forced to seek a companion from the group of men that are dog water compared to you. Anyways, I attached a photograph of exactly how you make me feel. Winking emoji, H." She read and pulled out the photo.
"Oh, my lord!" She gasped and burst out laughing. "It's a picture of his dick."
"Yeah, I get quite a few of those." I shrugged. He had one thing right, I was perfect. "Open that silver square box over there."
"Okay!" She smiled and opened it up. Isla pulled out a canvas and her mouth flew open. "Woah, this is some real talent!"
I got up and walked over to her. It was a drawing of me on a thrown. It had such detail and l looked so handsome. I smirked and took the canvas from her.
"Come look here," I added and walked over to a closed door. I opened it up and a room full of painting, drawings or sketches hung on the walls. "I get quite a few," I explained and placed my newest piece of the collection onto a hook.
"Wow, this is amazing!" She cheered and spun around to look at all the artworks. Each of them was so well done and praised my perfection.
A knock echoed from the main entrance.
"Food is here." I stated and shouted, "You may enter." The servant opened the door and walked in with the platter. He placed it on another table near my bar area, bowed then left.
"Smells delicious!" Isla beamed and skipped over to the bar. She grabbed a bottle of milk from the fridge and plonked a chocolate-flavoured straw into the milk. As she took a sip, the milk changed colour and absorbed the flavour of the straw. I kept those specifically for when she came over for a visit.
"What would you like to drink?" She asked and took a bite of pizza.
"Just water please," I replied and grabbed a sausage.
"You're honestly such a weirdo, so many great options and you choose water."
"I need to stay healthy; all of this junk food is not good." I shrugged.
"Okay let's make a deal. Drink this bottle of fizzy cooldrink and then I'll marry you." She demanded and handed me a bottle of Coca-Cola.
"That's 11 teaspoons of sugar!"
"I will accept your marriage proposal, how are you considering drinking it or not?"
"Fine, fine. I'll do it." I sighed and took a sip. It was so sweet and I could taste diabetes coming along.
"Good! But you still need to propose, and in public."
"I will. Thank you for accepting my offer Isla. I owe you so much." I smiled and placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Awwh, well you just have the rest of my life to make it up to me. I want to marry you for real, no fake stuff okay?" She replied and took another sip of her milk.
"Okay." I nodded.
"We need to make this believable. Let's make a TikTok together, and I'll be like super flirty and then you should stare at me like I'm the most important person in your life, while I'm talking. We can thank the creator for that artwork."
"That is a pretty good idea. I was literally just gonna tell my father tomorrow that I wish to marry you, then tell my fans once I propose. Your plan is better though." I laughed.
"Hmmm... Isla Nova. Kind of has a ring to it don't you think?"
"Princess Isla Nova." I corrected then smiled, "Indeed it does."
We finished eating then opened some more fan mail while discussing marriage ideas. Isla wanted a small wedding while I wanted anyone and everyone to attend. We finally settled on a wedding with just friends and family. She even agreed to wear traditional Muslim attire for the wedding but not on a daily basis.
We agreed we would do the whole baby thing when she was ready. I also explained a few rules when it came to being royalty.
One she found quite interesting was that I was required to always walk behind her.
She didn't like the fact that in public she always had to look modest and never too casual. That meant her crop tops and bum shorts had to go.
Person displays of affection were allowed but to a bare minimum. You aren't allowed to vote or voice your opinion on political matters. No autographs or selfies allowed. Only once we are married will she be allowed to wear a tiara.
The list can go on and on. She fell asleep listening to me talk and cuddled closer to rest her head on my shoulder. I moved her hair from her face and slowly pulled a blanket over her shoulders. I stared at the mirror on my ceiling, I could get used to having her around.
"Goodnight my Queen," I whispered and closed my eyes. Perhaps I was wrong, maybe I could learn to love her. Only time would tell.