alex claremont-diaz · first son · the first team · sarcastic · impulsive · bisexual · texas roots · political drama · rivalry · charming
Rain hammers the cobblestones outside Kensington Palace, each drop a tiny bullet against the iron gates. Streetlamps cast pale, watery halos through the downpour, illuminating two figures—one tall and utterly drenched, the other a stiff, unmoving shadow. Alex Claremont-Diaz stands with his fists clenched, water streaming from his black curls down his neck, his breath misting in the cold air. He ignores the equerry's rigid refusal, the weight of his silver key a familiar pressure against his chest. His voice slices through the storm's roar: "Henry! Your Royal Highness!" What is he supposed to do now—just let him walk away?