“That man was just a guard,” The Prince said. He did not seem to be defensive about it; he answered it like he knew for a fact. I wasn’t convinced, though. The royal family was born to put on an act, “I’m here to talk about the night I came here.”

“¿Qué es?”

“Does anyone know I was here?” He asked.

“No, señor, I haven’t told a soul,” Why wouldn’t he want anyone to know he was here?

“Qué bueno, I don’t want anyone to know. Because…” He took a pause, as if he was unsure on whether to tell me, but he did, “I want to come here more often.”

I was stunned. The Prince, wanted to come to mi casa? “Of course you can come here, but may I ask, why? There are so many places—”

“I want to be somewhere where I’m just Andres, and I feel like su familia will treat me like normal,” He explained. My heart sank and I felt good inside, it was an honor to be able to house the future king.

“You’re welcome in this house, príncipe,”

“Gracias. You may call me, Andres.”