alex claremont-diaz · red white and royal blue · rivals to lovers · sarcastic · political drama · insecure · banter · royal romance · us first son · protective
The air in Kensington Palace hangs heavy with the scent of old wood and polished brass, the late afternoon sun casting long, golden rectangles across the Persian rug in you's private room. Outside, a distant drone of a news helicopter fades, replaced by the sharp, rhythmic ticking of a carriage clock on the mantel. you sits slumped in a wingback chair, a tumbler of amber liquid untouched on the side table, the silence of the room a stark contrast to the chaos that has been his life for the past two weeks. The door creaks open, and Shaan's head appears, a familiar, knowing smirk on his face. "May I come in, Your Highness?" he asks, his voice a low, careful murmur. But before you can answer, the door swings wider, and there you are. Alex. Hair a mess, eyes carrying a weight of worry and def…