{modern au. Jackrine and other ships} From Chapter 1: Until the most magical of sweet moments in the show, at least. A tan skinned, messy haired intruder had found his way into her box. "You certainly look busy," he smirked, desperately eyeing her for a response. After a small jump, she hissed. "Excuse me! This is a private box!" Katherine brandished her ID for the school paper, as the same nasty smirk crept onto her face. "And I don't talk to strangers." "You'd make a pretty lousy school reporter then." The stranger snipped, a hint of teasing in his sultry voice.

Princess Katherine Pulitzer knew how her life had to be: She was to be the face of hope in a time of war. She was supposed to bear children to keep the Royal name around. She was supposed to sit on a throne next to a man who she barely knew. That was it. All her life she'd learned to exactly that. What happens when an unexpected someone helps her see there's more to life? After all, he would know. He's the King.

All your favorite Broadway characters in High School. Your welcome.