Kurts P.O.V.

I reached into my bag, extracting a leather bound journal with embossed detail and aged paper. Photographs were sticking out and memories were written on those pages. I flipped through the book until getting to the last page that had writing on it. I grabbed a nearby pen and began to scrawl in the diary.

Dear Diary,

About five years ago I was simply Kurt Hummel but after a visit from my estranged grandmother, Victoria Sinclair, that changed everything. She informed me that I was heir to the Genovian throne. To say that I was I was initially resistant is an understatement. So now at (almost) twenty-one years old, I have recently graduated from University of Cambridge with a degree in English Literature.

I looked down at the picture from graduation with a giant smile on my face. My arm was around the shoulders of my best friend Mariana, the princess of Spain.

"Your Highness," a raspy voice addressed. "We are flying over your country now and will be landing shortly."

"Thank you Fred," I nodded with a smile.

I glanced out of the airplane window, taking in the beautiful scenery of Genovia.

This year my grandmother will be stepping down from the throne, and I shall take her place. I knew this would happen eventually but now it is really hit me that I will be the King of Genovia. While there werent exactly classes on how to be a king, I still have the summer to prepare. Here I am living a fairytale with all the fixings except for one thing; the handsome prince who will sweep me off my feet.

I felt the plane land on the ground, and as I peered out of the window I saw a large gathering of people waving the Genovian flag and cheering.

"How did they know I was arriving today?" I mumbled.

"Havent you learned Your Highness? Anything you do is public news," Fred started.