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Nicholas Galitzine and Taylor Zakhar Perez as Henry and Alex RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023)
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Once, there was a young prince who was born in a castle…He came from a long, long line of princes, but never before had there been a prince quite like him: born with his heart on the outside of his body.
When the queen sent new clothes, armor for the prince to parcel his heart away safe, the prince’s mother did not stop her. For she was afraid, now: afraid of her son’s heart torn open. So the prince wore it, and for many years, he believed it was right.
Until he met the most devastatingly gorgeous peasant boy from a nearby village who said absolutely ghastly things to him that made him feel alive for the first time in years.
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He crosses to the freezer and extracts the box of ice cream cones, showing Alex the name Cornetto across the front. “I was out. Knew they’d stock you up.” “Do you raid the kitchens of all your guests?” Alex asks. “Only when I can’t sleep,” Henry says.
“Have you practiced what you’ll say tomorrow?” “Yes,” Alex says, bristling immediately. This is why nothing about Henry has ever intrigued him before. “You’re not the only professional here.”
Alex hops down off the counter, swiping his phone unlocked. “Watch this.” He lines up a shot: the box of Cornettos on the counter, Henry’s hand braced on the marble next to it, his heavy signet ring visible along with a swath of pajamas. He opens up Instagram, slaps a filter on it.
“Nothing cures jet lag,” Alex narrates in a monotone as he taps out a caption, “like midnight ice cream with @PrinceHenry.’ Geotag Kensington Palace, and posted.” He holds the phone for Henry to see as the likes and comments immediately pour in.
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“Hello?”
It’s Henry’s voice, sweet and posh and shaky and confused, and the relief knocks the wind out of him.
“Sweetheart.”
He heard Henry’s exhale over the line. “Hi, love. Are you okay?”
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Alex’s laugh comes out a half sob, and it’s impossible to know if he moves first or if Henry does, but they meet in the middle of the room, Henry’s arms around Alex’s neck, swallowing him up. If Henry’s voice on the phone was a tether, his body is the gravity that makes it possible, his hand gripping the back of Alex’s neck a magnetic force, a permanent compass north.
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He’s gorgeous in a navy-blue suit and a tie that, upon closer inspection, is patterned with little yellow roses.
"Your tie-"
“Oh, yes,” he says, “yellow rose of Texas, is it? I read that was a thing. Thought it might be good luck.”
All at once, Alex is in love all over again.
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“I’m not like you. I can’t afford to be reckless. I don’t have a family who will support me. I don’t go about shoving who I am in everyone’s faces and dreaming about a career in fucking politics, so I can be more scrutinized and picked apart by the entire godforsaken world. I can love you and want you and still not want that life.
I’m allowed, all right, and it doesn’t make me a liar; it makes me a man with some infinitesimal shred of self-preservation, unlike you, and you don’t get to come here and call me a coward for it.”
Alex takes a breath. “I never said you were a coward.”
Taylor Zakhar Perez and Nicholas Galitzine as Alex Claremont-Diaz and Prince Henry | RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023)
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Alex turns away from him, falling back on his heels like he’s been slapped. “Fine,” he finally says. “You know what? Fucking fine. I’ll leave.” “Good.” “I’ll leave,” he says, and he turns back and leans in, “as soon as you tell me to leave.”
“Alex.”
He’s in Henry’s face now. If he’s getting his heart broken tonight, he’s sure as hell going to make Henry have the guts to do it right. “Tell me you’re done with me. I’ll get back on the plane. That’s it. And you can live here in your tower and be miserable forever, write a whole book of sad fucking poems about it. Whatever. Just say it.”
“Fuck you,” Henry says, his voice breaking, and he gets a handful of Alex’s shirt collar, and Alex knows he’s going to love this stubborn shithead forever.
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“Okay, so,” Alex says. “Yeah. So here’s what we’re gonna do. You are gonna go be, like, five hundred feet away from me for the rest of the night, or else I am going to do something that I will deeply regret in front of a lot of very important people.”
“All right…”
“And then,” Alex says, and he grabs Henry’s tie again, close to the knot, and draws his mouth up to a breath away from Henry’s. He hears Henry swallow. He wants to follow the sound down his throat. “And then you are going to come to the East Bedroom on the second floor at eleven o’clock tonight, and I am going to do very bad things to you, and if you fucking ghost me again, I’m going to get you put on a fucking no-fly list. Got it?”
Henry bites down on a sound that tries to escape his mouth and rasps, “Perfectly.”
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“You don’t dance?” he says, watching Henry, who is visibly trying to figure out what to do with his hands. It’s endearing. Wow, Alex is drunk.
“No, I do,” Henry says. “It’s just, the family-mandated ballroom dancing lessons didn’t exactly cover this?” “C’mon, it’s, like, in the hips. You have to loosen up.” He reaches down and puts both hands on Henry’s hips, and Henry instantly tenses under the touch. “That’s the opposite of what I said.”
The song crossfades into another buh-duh dum-dum-dum, dum-duh-dum duh-duh-dum- “Shut up,” Alex yells, cutting off whatever else Henry was saying, “shut your dumb face, this is my shit!” Henry stares at him blankly, and around them, people start cheering too, hundreds of shoulders shimmying to the shouty, Lil-Jon flavored nostalgia of “Get Low.”
“Did you seriously never go to an awkward middle school dance and watch a bunch of teenagers dry hump to this song?” Henry is holding onto his champagne for dear life. “You absolutely must know I did not...Please tell me nobody is going to dry hump me," Henry says.
Alex whoops and Nora cackles and the crowd jumps around and Henry just gawks at them. “Did that man just say ‘sweat drop down my balls’?”
Henry’s face is shocked and confused, and it’s hilarious…and with extreme trepidation, Henry starts bopping his head a little.
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He takes one of Alex’s hands and turns it to press something small and heavy into his palm. “I want you to know, I’m sure. A thousand percent.” He removes his hand and there, sitting in the center of Alex’s callused palm, is the signet ring.
“What?” Alex’s eyes flash up to search Henry’s face and find him smiling softly. “I can’t-“
“Keep it,” Henry tells him. “I’m sick of wearing it.”
It’s a private airstrip, but it’s still risky, so he folds Henry in a hug and whispers fiercely, “I completely fucking love you.”
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“Would it make any difference at all if I told you not to see him again?”
Alex looks over at Henry, looking rumpled and nauseated and terrified at the corner of the bed. “No.”
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“When I was younger,” Henry says, “I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel, that he’d love it as much as I did, and we’d slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a…daft pubescent fantasy.”
Henry hesitates, before finally sliding his phone out of pocket. He presses a few buttons and extends a hand to Alex, and quietly, “Your Song” starts to play from the tiny speaker.
Alex takes his hand, and Henry turns to face the chapel like a nervous postulant, his cheeks hollowed out in the low light, before pulling Alex into it.
RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE ↳book > screen “Baby.” It’s become a thing: baby. He’s knows it’s become a thing. He’s slipped up and accidentally said it a few times, and each time, Henry positively melts.
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“Hello?” It’s Henry’s voice, sweet and posh and shaky and confused, and relief knocks the wind out of him.
He hears Henry’s exhale over the line. “Hi, love. Are you okay?”
He laughs wetly, amazed. “Are you kidding me? I’m fine, I’m fine. Are you okay?”
“Just hold on until I get there, we’re gonna figure this out.” “I will.” “I’m coming. I’ll be there soon.”
Henry exhales a wet, broken laugh. “Please, do hurry.”