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And he probably never would

His aide let out a sh “Oh, come on no could you possibly knoas her? It’s been…” Harry cut off, clearly doing the math in his head “Ten years You couldn’t possibly remember what she looks like It was just another blonde American They’re hardly a rare find”

With any other woree But his runaway lover was undoubtedly the sao, and never given it back He would never, not in a et the way her lips felt under his…or how fucking a she tasted “It was Alicia She—”

The door to his office opened, and King Henry poked his head through the crack, blinking “Why is there press sitting in the hallway out here?”

“Coffee break” Leo pushed to his feet and saluted his father, hoping he hadn’t heard their conversation That was the last da he needed “Father”

His father waved a hand, frowning “At ease, son Harry”

“How are you feeling?” Leo asked, dropping his arm back to his side “Did you have any more chest pains? I can send for the doctor—”

“I’ether, and his blue eyes skiht against his pale skin, but it used to be as deep as the hair on Leo’s head “You’re the one who’s pale”

“I had a late night,” Leo said drily

“Of course you did” King Henry s more alive than moments before “Who is she?”

His father had been consistently ask

ing hiraduated university, and he clearly thought he’d eable status The king’s health was failing, and age was catching up to him, and it had been his hope to see his son er than Leopold could remember

Leopold, however, had no interest in e

Sure, eventually he’d pick soible to be his wife But he refused to marry strictly for money or country ties If and when he round, some spark of attraction that pushed him into it

He refused to feel nothing for his bride