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The truth, which Alex would never, ever admit out loud, was far more scandalous than a fistfight. There had been no punching. There had been a stolen moment, a whispered joke about the archbishop’s hat, and then Henry’s hand had found his waist, and Alex’s body had forgotten it belonged to the American political machine. He had laughed—a real, unguarded laugh—and leaned into the prince like he was the only solid thing in a spinning world.

Zahra, the White House Communications Director, typed furiously on her tablet. “The Palace is apoplectic. They’re demanding a joint statement clarifying the ‘spontaneous and regrettable physical altercation.’ They want to frame it as a harmless scuffle.” Red- White Royal Blue

Outside, the lights of London glittered like a minefield. And Alex smiled—a real, unguarded, politically catastrophic smile. He was the First Son. He was red, white, and blue. And he was falling, headfirst, for the prince in the grey suit. The truth, which Alex would never, ever admit