Alex picked up a red Lego. “We’re… colleagues.”
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. Red- White Royal Blue
Later, as they walked through the hospital’s sterile corridor, the entourage a safe distance behind, Henry spoke quietly. “I’m sorry about the cake.” Alex picked up a red Lego
Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. And for a moment, Alex saw past the
“The cake is not the issue, Alex.” She finally looked up. Her eyes were tired. “The issue is that for six seconds, the world saw the First Son of the United States looking at a British prince like he was the last helicopter out of Saigon.”
Now, that laugh was being parsed by geopolitics experts on CNN.