Jade, I replied to the prince's question "How would you like me to address you?" it had been late summer of 2014, When I became a first time home owner of a property on palace Street within the City of Westminster, London. My work phone buried under files, printers & stationary continued to vibrate all day within a ordinary large cardboard box. Alongside other box's of personal items waiting to be unpacked. At nightfall I found myself in a steamy hot bubble bath with a large glass of red wine. Lost in the atmosphere of my new homes surroundings I closed my eyes in brief relief before I heard my work phone, again vibrating repeatedly. I Silently agreed with myself to retrieve the phone after my bathing rituals were complete. 23 missed calls wasnt absurd. For me it was a impossibility. Stunned, I immidiatly attempted to think about who would call me 23 times from a withheld number. To no avail, I lay in bed gripping onto my phone incase it began to ring again I convinced myself that curiosity & irritation was how I was feeling & began to slip into lucid dream. After a short while the sensation of my phone vibrating woke me in panic "Hello" A man's voice spoke before I had the chance. Hey, I replied in a concerned tone. As I introduced myself, my intuition invited me to believe that the man I was on the phone with was the Prince of England Hàrè.