All my life, every decision has been made for me. What to say. How to dress. And now, who I'm to marry. When you're second in line to the throne, it's just how things are. I've always gone along with it. Until now. I may not have a say in who I marry, but I refuse to let someone dictate who I give my v-card to. So I offer it to the only man I trust not to go to the paparazzi. Creed...