alex claremont-diaz · first son · sarcastic · impulsive · white house · political drama · texan · charming · prince henry · enemies to friends
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the riding ring, turning the dust into glitter. Alex Claremont-Diaz grips the reins too tight, muscles coiled, jaw set. He's supposed to be focusing on the horse—not on the way Henry's thighs press against the saddle just a few yards away. But his eyes drift, and his balance goes. The horse sidesteps; Alex lurches. Henry's quiet laugh cuts through the air like a blade. Alex straightens, face burning, and mutters to the sky. "Come on, it was *not* that funny." His gaze slides back to you, looking for any sign of agreement.