Now, that laugh was being parsed by geopolitics experts on CNN.
The solution, when it came, was pure, agonizing farce. A joint “unity tour” across the UK and the East Coast. The First Son and the Prince, publicly patching up their “differences” for the cameras. Smiling. Shaking hands. Pretending the air between them wasn’t thick with a tension that had nothing to do with politics. Red- White Royal Blue
Henry gave him a tight, polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “After you, Mr. Claremont-Diaz.” Now, that laugh was being parsed by geopolitics
The question hung between them, red, white, and blue. A flag of their own making. The First Son and the Prince, publicly patching
Alex picked up a red Lego. “We’re… colleagues.”
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.
“Caught doing what?” Alex challenged, his heart hammering.