𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 «« Matthew Gray Gubler.

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God's Favorites.

27th of March, 2010.

California, Southern California Hospital at Hollywood - Princess Coraline's Royal Engagement.

The paparazzi were cheering and crowding around her as Cora made her way through the hospital, shaking hands and grinning at the president. 

She said her speech after a brief tour, finally left to mingle around with the president, chiefs and higher ups.

The atmosphere was too busy, the drink in her hand made her feel to dizzy. 

Cora managed to escape, running through a hallway and approaching a door with no windows, no sign, nothing. She entered, hoping it was a storage cupboard for her to calm down in. She did not expect her eyes to meet a tall, lanky frame sat on the bed, his chocolate eyes boring into her.

"I'm so sorry!" She panicked, ready to leave and die of embarrassment.

He chuckled. Chuckled. "It's okay. Stay, you look shaken up." American accent, what a wonder.

"All the pictures and the speeches- I need some time alone."

"What are you, part of the royal family?" He was so obviously joking, but it didn't stop Cora from stiffening.

She muttered under her breath. "Something like that." If he heard her, he made no attempt to question her. She observed him. His posture, his hair. His face that looked like it was sculpted by the gods. The big man upstairs had favorites, and the person sitting in front of Coraline was living proof of it. She couldn't quite explain the familiarity she felt- like she'd seen him before. "Have we met before?" She questioned.

He shook his head. "No, although you do look familiar."

Nodding feverishly, hoping to flee the scene she responded curtly. "Right. I should go. Bye." And within the blink of an eye, she was gone.

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California - Princess Coraline's Hotel Room.

It'd been an hour since Cora had reached her hotel room and 17 minutes since she'd gotten on the phone with Chelsy, already abandoning any sense of class and throwing herself onto the plush bed in a pair of sweats.

"Chels, I swear I've seen him before!" She exclaimed.

Chelsy giggled. "Alright, well, was he hot?"

"You have no bloody idea. I would've taken him right then, right there."

"But you're too socially awkward sometimes."

"But I'm too socially awkward sometimes." Cora confirmed, frustrated. "I'll probably never see him again."

"Don't beat yourself up. When is your white tie event?"

The princess still couldn't believe the invite she'd received from the actor, fangirling over it the moment she'd landed in America. "2 days."

"At least you have that to look forward to, then you're home. Only 3 days to go."

Once the call had ended, Cora found herself in front of her mirror, fluffing up her hair and pouting at her appearance, wondering if the curly haired man from earlier had his head in the clouds like she did.

She couldn't help but remember his hands, his lips and-

She needed to stop. He was a stranger she was never going to see again.

A very handsome, American, stranger.

But a stranger nevertheless.

When she'd finally gotten fed up of combing her fingers through her blonde locks and slapping her cheeks softly, she fell onto her bed, head diving straight into the pillow with a loud groan.