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“Your Royal Highness,” Alex said, his voice dripping with performative charm. “After you.”

Something in Henry’s expression cracked. He glanced at Alex—a real glance, not the camera-ready kind. And for a moment, Alex saw past the royal armor to the exhausted, lonely man underneath. Red- White Royal Blue

The first stop was a children’s hospital in London. Henry was immaculate in a dove-grey suit, his blond hair a helmet of princely composure. Alex wore a bold red tie, a silent statement of American defiance. They were led to a brightly colored room where a little girl with pigtails was building a Lego tower. “Your Royal Highness,” Alex said, his voice dripping

Henry gave him a tight, polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “After you, Mr. Claremont-Diaz.” And for a moment, Alex saw past the

“Caught doing what?” Alex challenged, his heart hammering.