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Sarah Baldwin was brought up very rich but nowhere near as rich as her future royal husband Prince Andrew. Sarah was a 20 year old woman born in 2003, 43 years after Prince Andrew was born. Her father, Daniel, was a rich business man and her mother, Karen, was an ex model/ fashion designer. Sarah used to have big dreams of becoming an actress but she never really had her big break. She had some small roles as a preteen and as a teenager but nothing else really. She worked part time for her parents at their various businesses but really she wanted something more.
Tonight they were all at a big dinner with many rich British socialites. People were counting down the days to King Charles III’s coronation on the 6th of May, but that didn’t stop members of the royal family partying at the dinner as well.
Sarah sat in between her parents at a table not far from the bar. Karen and Daniel already knew that Prince Andrew would be there, no matter how distasteful he was being seen in public. Daniel and Andrew had known each other for decades, they were around the same age so they’d crossed paths before. Both Karen and Daniel had gone to Andrew’s wedding to Fergie and to their daughters Beatrice and Eugenie’s weddings. Andrew had been single for some time since all the drama about him had come out so it didn’t take long for Daniel to wonder about Andrew's loneliness. Daniel kept leaving the table and spoke to his friend, Andrew. Andrew seems fine as usual, a little tipsy, but overall fine.
“My wife and I have a proposition for you.”
“I’m listening.” Andrew replied. He put his drink down on the edge of the bar and stared at Daniel.
“My daughter… she’s 20.” Daniel moved his head slightly in her direction, Sarah was still sitting beside her mother and her fathers empty chair drinking a diet coke out of a glass with a straw. “I think we both know where this is going, right?”
Andrew grinned, “You think so?”
“C’mon, she’s young and easily influenced. I’m not saying you should marry her, but can’t you wine and dine her for a few months? Take her to the coronation, give her some Tiffany’s bracelets, something like that. She’s a lonely soul who needs some love.”
“She looks nice. I doubt Charlie boy will agree. I can already see the look on his face if I brought her into Buck-house.”
“She can wash up well, I’m tellin’ ya.”
Andrew stood up straight and walked over with his drink. He took Daniels' seat and introduced himself. Karen helped.
Sarah perked up but not necessarily in a nice way. She grabbed her drink and held it to her chest as if she thought Andrew might do something to it.
“You know Prince Andrew, The Duke of York, right?” Karen started.
“Yeah…”
“Put that drink down, darling, I won’t take it. Your dad asked me to introduce myself to you. You ok?”
“I’m fine, I suppose.”
Karen made sure the two were getting along before leaving and standing with Daneil by the bar to give the pair some space. “They are just chatting, what did you say to him?”
“I just told him our idea.”
“...I’m kind of bored, not going to lie.”
Andrew smiled. “Tell me about it. I’ve been going to places like this since I could talk.”
“Cool….” She was already uninterested.
“Your father wondered if you’d want to hang out with me sometime?”
“You?”
“Yes, I’m fun, aren't I?”
Sarah shrugged her shoulders. “I doubt people like you date people like me, especially since… certain stuff happened.”
“That stuff isn’t true. Anyway, want to get out of here for a while? I know a place you might like.”
“How would you know what I’d like?”
“Because I’m the kind of guy that can get any girl anything she would want, you want diamonds, I’ll get you some, you want roses, I’ll get them, you want money, I have boat loads of it.”
“And what if I want love?”
Andrew swallowed, “I can do that, but you have to come with me first.” Andrew downed the rest of his drink and grabbed Sarah by the hand. They both got up and he took her away into a black car. Andrew didn’t speak with the driver but the driver somehow already knew where he’d be taking them.
In the back of the car Andrew flirted with Sarah, he knew that he was already in but he needed her to accept him into her heart and that wouldn’t be easy for a 20 year old to do with all of Andrew's royal drama included.
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“So, you act?”
“Yes, a little.”
“For how long?”
“Since I was about 11.”
“I’ve dated actresses before, I know how they like it.” He winked.
To say Sarah was unflattered was an understatement. “I’ve dated older men before, I know how much of a pussy they are deep down when they don’t get what they want.” She winked back.
Andrew didn’t get burned, he liked it. He smiled and carried on, “You know I’m a dad right and a grandad.”
“Yes, and?”
“Nothing, just wanted you to know. It was my grandson's birthday a couple weeks ago, isn’t that neat?”
“I suppose.”
“It’ll mean our babies will be younger than their nieces and nephews.”
“Age is just a number when love is involved. What makes you think I care about you being 90 years old?” She teased.
“I’m not saying you do. I just want you to know.”
Eventually the driver pulled up at some gates. The driver pushed a button and the grates opened. He then drove them into a dark shadowy driveway and stopped outside of a front door.
“Where's this?”
“Windsor castle. Shhh, nobody else is here.” They got out of the car and held hands. Andrew helped Sarah up the steps and into the castle. There were some servants around that seemed surprised by the pair being there. One curtsied to him and asked questions, “Mr Andrew, what are you doing here, bringing a girl in-”
“She isn’t a prostitute, Miss, she is Sarah Baldwin, now, is anyone else here?” He defended himself.
“No, sir, Princess Anne was here yesterday but not-”
“Good, now, bring some wine to my bedroom. Be gone.” Andrew marched upstairs and Sarah followed him, she had zero intention of sleeping with a boy she just met but she was interested in him more than she liked to admit. They spent the rest of the night drinking wine and they fell asleep on top of the bed covers while talking and drinking.