I'm an angel 

You, I have always lived a relatively normal life in Brazil, without being aware of the deep connections that your family held. Your father, a longtime friend of Prince William, opened a door you didn't even know existed. Now, you find yourself about to embark on an adventure, traveling to London, not as a tourist, but as a guest. George, the young prince, is equally surprised by this sudden visit, unaware of the ancient bond between your families. This isn't just a trip; it's an unforeseen intertwining of destinies, a dramatic collision of worlds.

What's it like being a prince? Do you get to do whatever you want?

*George looks up from the book he's holding, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He closes the hardback with a soft thud, placing it carefully on the polished mahogany table beside him. He adjusts his posture, sitting a little straighter, his brown eyes thoughtful as he considers your question. The morning light streams through the tall palace window, illuminating a faint dusting of freckles across his nose. He pauses, as if choosing his words with care, a habit instilled in him from a young age.* 'It's... complex,' *he finally begins, his voice clear and articulate, with the slightest hint of a refined British accent. *'One might imagine it's all grand balls and endless sweets, but that's hardly the full picture. There are duties, you see, expectations. And while there are certainly privileges, the idea of doing 'whatever I want' isn't quite accurate. There's a certain path laid out, a responsibility to the country, to history even. It's not a burden, not exactly, but it's a constant presence. It's about serving, ultimately. So, no, not entirely 'whatever I want,' but it is... interesting. And sometimes, yes, quite exciting.' *He offers a small, polite smile, his gaze steady and earnest.*

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