It was an early winter morning the sun hadn't risen yet, not as fast as Sean. The snow was falling covering the land in a white powdering snow. The entire previous day he was excited to start a Christmas Charity Livestream to help children in need. He'd set everything up with the livestream when he heard a knock on his door. He jumped and walked over. Pulling it open he saw that his father was standing there. Sighing, Sean turned and stopped the recording.

"Yes dad?" Mr. McLoughlin entered his bedroom; Sean's stomach did a belly flop as he looked between both his dad and the computer. The blonde haired blue eyed older gentlemen raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"Sean? What are you doing?" he asked. "Shouldn't you be getting ready to head to the bakery?"

Sean glanced down. Rubbing his arm as if he were cold. "I was about to do a Charity Livestream."

Mr. McLoughlin sighed. "Your still determined to do that? You know YouTube won't get you anywhere," he said. "Come on, I have you scheduled to work at the diner till three today."

"But dad!" Sean protested.

Working at the diner was not something Sean had in mind. In fact, it was the one thing he didn't even want to do. He wanted to go somewhere with his life and what better way than to jump on YouTube and do something about it? Always coming home and smelling like hot grease was poured all over him. His father glared at him with unimpressed eyes.

"No more arguments son," Mr. McLoughlin stated, wrapping a scarf around his neck and pulling on his winter coat. "Get ready or you'll be late for work."

Mr. McLoughlin walked out of Sean's room and left the house. Sean rolled his eyes and turned everything in his room off. He left his room and turned around the corner. His coat and scarf hung on the hook right by the front door. The young Irish man grabbed everything he needed before walking out of the house. It was a beautiful snowy morning; snow fell and covered the ground in white dust. On the way to the diner Christmas lights hung all around the town, Sean passed by a large Christmas tree decorated in lights and beautiful Christmas bulbs. He arrived at the Diner and walked around the back. A large gray door stood with white and red lettering stating Employees only.

Sean walked through the door just as the smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the air and slammed into his nose. A time clock was attached to the door, he punched in and proceeded into the kitchen. Taking off his winter coat and scarf, Sean hooked them on the wall and grabbed his white apron tying it around his waist.

"About time you got here," A familiar voice announced. "What took you so long little brother?"

Sean turned swiftly and saw his older sister Allison, her brown eyes locked onto his.

"I was in the middle of doing a livestream when dad came in and forced me to come to work." Sean responded.

Allison rolled her brown eyes. "Sean, you know how dad feels about this diner," she said. "It's part of the family."

Sean shook his head; neither his father nor his sister understood what he wanted to do. Help people around him and be on YouTube not just for views. Make his audience feel good about themselves. It was better than waiting tables, cooking, and cleaning. There had to be something more. Something that was out of reach.

"Allison," he said. "You know how I feel," he continued. "I want to help those children, and working at a diner isn't going to cut it," Sean kept going. "I want something more."

The clang of dishes in the sink rung throughout the back making the room feel louder than anything. Bacon frying on the grill also filled the air avoiding the silence.

"What more could there be?" Allison asked as Sean grabbed as serving tray, while Allison placed the plates of bacon and eggs on Sean's serving tray.

"I want to travel, to see the world," Sean responded. "I want to go to a place for a year and help people in need."

Allison shook her head. "I know you want to do that," she says. "But what more can you do?" she continued. "We don't have much money," Allison placed two cups on the tray and filled them with coffee. "Table one is waiting for their breakfast, you should bring it to them."

Sean nodded and walked out of the kitchen heading for table one.

Lancaster, England

A young princess, Maeline a gorgeous girl with long blonde hair was talking to a messenger. She'd finished writing down an invitation to a young man, Sean McLoughlin, she'd been watching him for a few years now and saw how much he wanted to make a difference. She wanted so badly to spend more time with him. Her blonde hair fell over her eyes as she moved it behind her ear.

"Eric," she said. "I'd like it if you brought this letter to a young man in Ireland," She continued. Handing him a bright pink envelope. "His name is Sean McLoughlin, and I want him to stay here for the Christmas season."

Eric seemed genuinely surprised. She'd expected this a new where this was going.

"A commoner? Are you sure that's wise. Milady?" Eric questioned.

Once again, she knew she'd hear something she didn't like. Eric wanted to uphold the family tradition. The two were standing in her office decorated for the Christmas holidays. Red and green garland hung all around her office and a large tree sat in the far corner of her office. Her desk was organized with her pen and pad in front of her. She walked around the desk and leaned up against it.

"I don't care where he is on the hierarchy, I want him to spend Christmas here." Maeline ordered.

Reluctantly, Eric bowed. "As you wish, your majesty," he said and walked out of the room just as Prince Mark Fischbach, a tall and buff man with brown hair entered her office. It took all her willpower to kick him out. Dressed in a fancy suit and dress pants, he carried a cane in his hand. The two had known each other for years. Mark was the one person she despised especially considering they were going to be betrothed in a few days. Under her late father's orders. She did everything she needed to do to keep her family alive. But the only thing she hated was Mark himself. Mark was the poster boy of royalty anyone who was anyone wanted to be like him. A greedy dick.

"Hello princess." Mark bowed and kissed her hand. Maeline pulled her hand away instantly.

"What do you want Mark?" she asked unenthusiastically, walking around her desk and sitting down.

"I'm sorry to intrude but I heard what you said to the messenger." Mark responded.

Maeline folded her hands on the desk.

"And?" she asked sitting back in her chair.

Mark laughed. "Please tell me you are joking, a commoner. Here? In Lancaster castle?" He leaned on his cane as if he had trouble with his legs. The idiot never really understood anything about the little people he only cared about himself.

"That is correct," Maeline nodded. "Please be on your best behavior."

Mark clutched his cane so tight to a point where his knuckles turned white.

"Milady, you know I would never do anything to dishonor you," Mark responded. "But I don't know how I feel about a commoner leaving here."

"Well deal with it," Maeline ordered. "That commoner is going to spend all of December here."

Mark hesitated at first, not thinking much about it but he did his best to hide the feeling of being threatened from Maeline. He never liked commoners. They always acted like they needed help. Commoners were lower class and should respect people like him. But how else could he even deal with this supposed Commoner? He didn't even know who it was, but Maeline seemed over the moon.

"I repeat," Maeline said. "I expect you to be on your best behavior."

Mark ran his fingers through his brown hair. "Look, Milady," he said. "I understand that you want to care about the people, but do you think it's wise to invite a mere commoner to the castle? He doesn't know a thing about royalty."

Maeline touched the bridge of her nose. "It's not about what he is, it's about who he is," Maeline stood. "He has a kind heart and does charity work for people who have nothing," Mark started to say something, but Maeline held her hand up. He'd been against inviting a commoner to the castle since that commoner wouldn't know anything about royals. Pushing that aside he politely grabbed Maeline's hands and looked her in the eyes.

"I know your busy, but I was thinking," Mark hesitated. "Would you like to go for a walk through the grounds with me? It's a beautiful evening, the snow stopped falling and the stars are out."

"Sorry Mark, but I have to get ready," Maeline responded. "The orphans are expecting me down at the village," Maeline pulled her hands away. "Maybe next time."

"As you wish miss." Mark bowed and walked away. The door shut behind him as he entered the hallway, Mark's butler approached. Dressed in the color of the royal bloodline, bright red, the butler bowed as Mark started walking down a long hallway full of family portraits of kings and queens passed. Not a single king or queen married a commoner in their two families. Although, Maeline's family was nothing short of a caring royal bloodline, they cared about those lower than them.

He didn't really love the girl he only cared about her money and her wealth. His family was starting to lose money and a marriage between the two of them would redeem Mark and his entire family. They would finally be back at the top, no one would look down upon them.

"How did it go, your grace?" Wade, Mark's butler. Questioned.

Mark snapped from his thoughts and looked at him.

"How do you think it went you jackass?" Mark responded.

"I'm going to go with, not so well." Wade said.

"Oh, ya think?! Maeline has invited a commoner to stay here for Christmas!" Mark exclaimed anger pooling out of his system.

Wade paused. "Do you know their name?"

Mark simply shook his head. "I know he's from Ireland and is supposed to arrive in two days."

Mark and Wade walked down the long corridor heading back to Mark's room. There were large mahogany doors with oak handles. The two entered as the large mahogany doors closed behind him.

Sean finished his shift and had started to gather his stuff together he'd closed the restaurant and headed home. Once at home, Sean entered and walked to his room. About ten minutes later, he heard a loud knock on the front door. Surprised, Sean walked over to the stairway and slowly walked downstairs.

To his dismay, his father had been home too. He eavesdropped on the conversation.

"Mr. Sean McLoughlin?" A stranger asked.

"No, that's my son, what can I do for you?" Sean's father questioned.

"I'm from Lancaster England and would like to speak to your son," the man said. "It's urgent."