najaé’s Reviews > Red, White & Royal Blue > Status Update

i did all my updates on snap & twt…

…a week later [Alex] sees a headline on the cover of People--PRINCE HENRY FLIES SOUTH FOR WINTER- complete with a photo of Henry artistically posed on an Australian beach in a pair of sensible yet miniscule navy swim trunks, and he can't stop himself.
you have a lot of moles, he texts, along with a snap of the spread. is that a result of the inbreeding?
THE GASP I JUST LET OUT ALEX PLSSS😭😭😭

my brain turns off when they actually start talking abt “real” politics like i can’t find it in me to even try caring. i get so confused w names and senates and rules and the whole lot of it i just 🤯

"I don't know. Doing what we do is fucking hard. But it's harder for me. I'm the son of the first female president…People will always come down harder on me. And you're, you know, you, and you were born into all of this, and everyone thinks you're Prince fucking Charming. You're basically a living reminder I'll always be compared to someone else, no matter what I do, even if I work twice as hard.
aww po baby🙁

Henry sits on the prop couch next to him, perfect posture, and Alex smiles at him, making a show of looking comfortable in Henry's company. Which is harder than it should be, because the stage lights suddenly make him uncomfortably aware of how fresh and handsome Henry looks for the cameras. He's wearing a blue sweater over a button-down, and his hair looks soft.
so kiss him then.

"Both sides need to come out of this looking good, and the only way to do that is to make it look like your little slap-fight at the wedding was some homoerotic frat bro mishap, okay? So, you can hate the heir to the throne all you want, write mean poems about him in your diary, but the minute you see a camera, you act like the sun shines out of his dick, and you make it convincing." [zahra says]

it’s his momma that’s the president??!? oh big purr

"Am I offending you? Sorry I'm not obsessed
with you like everyone else. I know that must be confusing for you.”
"Do you know what? I think you are…Only a thought," Henry says, tone polite. "Have you ever noticed I have never once approached you and have been exhaustively civil every time we've spoken? Yet here you are, seeking me out again." He takes a sip of his champagne. "Simply an observation."
he got yo tea

Alex still doesn't really know what kept drawing him back, only that he would sneak into June's room and find the page and touch his fingertips to the boy's hair, as if he could somehow feel its texture if he imagined it hard enough.
bc you like BOYS!

"June. I'm the son of the President of the United States. Prince Henry is a figurehead of the British Empire. You can't just call him my 'archnemesis,’" Alex says. He returns to his donut, chewing thoughtfully, and adds, "’Archnemesis' implies he's actually a rival to me on any level and not, you know, a stuck-up product of inbreeding who probably jerks off to photos of himself.”
this read? oh i’d be sick.