She had glowing dark caramel skin, small but full perfect bow lips and hazel eyes, her hair was a mass of curls that could not and would not be tamed. Adenike Afolayan walked proudly through the corridor. No matter how she saw it, she was a princess and she belonged here. Royalty flowed through her veins. Hell, it was even shown through her name Adenike, meaning the crown needs to be pampered. She gave a soft smirk as her heels clicked on the beautiful marble floors. The crown was often pampered- within reason of course, though a princess she wasn't raised to be spoiled. She finally made it to her destination, tall cherry oak double doors. “Presidents’ office” was written on a gold plaque beside the entrance. She knocked once and a gruff voice called her to enter. She walked into the room her face now friendly and welcoming. She closed the door behind her and sat down across from the man in the large oak and skillfully crafted desk who looked at her from over his glasses and paper. She placed a folder in front of him.

"You are not a student here." His accent wasn't posh but she could tell he was still very English.

"However I should be and you are going to rectify that mistake. Especially since you've made such a mistake with what seems to be all of the kingdoms residing in Africa, Asia and the Middle East. It's quite unfortunate, of course it's not as if you all strategically planned to have us all excluded from coming to this University, I'm sure." She said her voice was light pleasant though her words seemed to have a slight bite.

The older gentleman sitting before her shifted in his plush leather seat uncomfortably. "Of course not."

The corner of her lips twitched as she stomped down a smirk. "Brilliant. Then, we should have no problems." She said as she stood and made her way to the door.

"Why should we accept you all into this school?" He asked his tone wasn't threatening but she could feel that he felt proud of himself for asking.

She released her handle on the doorknob and turned to him with a shrug. "Slavery?"

He frowned and then coughed.

"Resources our kingdoms have plenty of, and your kingdoms don't? Racism? I mean honestly this school is full of royalty but how is it every year no one from any of our kingdoms are extended an invitation? We all meet the qualifications, perhaps more than some of the arrogant and lazy logs you call students here. Instead we fill up other universities in the world. While I have nothing against those schools President. Kent, this school was designed to cater to the educational and leadership needs, us, as the next generations of leaders for the world.

This school has been open for nearly 50 years. Shouldn't you start the 50th year on the right foot? Because if you force us to open a better and more dignified school well, let's just say this university won't stand it's ground for much longer after that. Besides can you imagine the fallout if all of a sudden none of us wished to trade with your country and focus instead with primarily one another?"

The university president seemed to change colors as she spoke going from pink to red to purple his fists clenched around his newspaper.

Adenike raised a brow "Is something the matter? Have I made you upset?" She asked

"You have no right to come into my office and threaten me young lady." He said tightly

She fought not to roll her eyes "You can accept us or prepare for when you no longer have applications for your school. You see not everyone is as kind as I am, and they firmly believe you won't accept us and will continue with your segregating antics. You might as well engrave whites only on the steps. With that being said, who are you to think we'd just sit back and not prepare a school of our own? I'll be waiting for your letter and if I do not get one, well your challenge is more than welcomed by all of our peoples."

She never got a letter and neither did any other royal in Africa, Asia or The Middle East. So they banded together and created their own school which opened to following year of 2940 in Dubai. University of The Crown competed against Royal University of the Nations for several decades before the University of The Crown completely fell with no royals sending applications for the past decade. Just as the Yoruba princess promised the university was forced to close its doors to royals and was now a specialized university for those who wished to work for royal households. This time around they accepted qualified students from all across the globe. Our story begins 60 years later at RUN.