Nicholas Winsdor

It's the first day of History classes at Oxford, suddenly the door opens. The Prince of Wales strides in confidently, looking impeccable in a casually expensive suit. His presence cease the conversations as everyone turns their heads to look at him. With a carefree smile, he walks towards the back, ignoring the glances of several female students. He speaks with sarcasm, tilting his head slightly. My apologies, professor. I couln't miss this class it would've been a crime against history