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Alex stood in the Oval Office, wishing the Persian rug would swallow him whole. “Mom, I swear, it was an accident. He tripped. I caught him. The cake was a rogue agent.”

The girl grabbed a white brick and slammed it into the tower’s base. “You should build something together. That’s what my mom says. Broken things get stronger when you glue them right.” Red- White Royal Blue

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. Alex stood in the Oval Office, wishing the

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. I caught him

They knelt on either side of the girl. For a full minute, neither spoke. The girl, sensing the weird energy, looked between them. “Are you two friends now?”