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“Please,” Alex says. “If anything, it’s creepy. I had to sign such a massive NDA that I’m convinced I’m gonna drop through a trapdoor into a torture dungeon any minute.”
“I bet he has a secret lovechild,” Nora says. “Or he’s gay. Or he has a secret gay lovechild.”
“It’s probably in case I see his equerry putting his batteries back in,” Alex says. “Anyway, this is boring. What’s going on with you? Your life is so much better than mine right now.”
“Well,” Nora says, “Nate Silver won’t stop blowing up my phone for another column. Bought some new curtains. Narrowed down the list of grad school concentrations to statistics or data science.”
“Tell me those are both at GW,” Alex says, hopping up to sit on one of the immaculate countertops, feet dangling. “You can’t leave me in DC to go back to MIT.”
“Haven’t decided yet, but astonishingly, it will not be basedon you,” Nora tells him. “Remember how we sometimes talk about things that are not about you?”
“Yeah, weirdly. So is the plan to dethrone Nate Silver as reigning data czar of DC?”
Nora laughs. “No, what I’m gonna do is silently compile and process enough data to know exactly what’s gonna happen for the next twenty-five years. Then I’m gonna buy a house on the top of a very tall hill at the edge of the city and become an eccentric recluse and sit on my veranda. Watch it all unfold through a pair of binoculars.”
Alex starts to laugh, but cuts off when he hears rustling down the hall. Quiet footsteps approaching. Princess Beatrice lives in a different section of the palace, and so does Henry. The PPOs and his own security sleep on this floor, though, so maybe—
“Hold on,” Alex says, covering the speaker.
A light flicks on in the hallway, and the person who comes padding into the kitchen is none other than Prince Henry.
He’s rumpled and half awake, shoulders slumping as he yawns. He’s standing in front of Alex wearing not a suit, but a heather-gray T-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. He has earbuds in, and his hair is a mess. His feet are bare.
He looks, alarmingly, human.
He freezes when his eyes fall on Alex perched on the countertop. Alex stares back at him. In his hand, Nora begins a muffled, “Is that—” before Alex disconnects the call.
Henry pulls out his earbuds, and his posture has ratcheted back up straight, but his face is still bleary and confused.
“Hello,” he says, hoarse. “Sorry. Er. I was just. Cornettos.”
He gestures vaguely toward the refrigerator, as if he’s said something of any meaning.
“What?”
He crosses to the freezer and extracts the box of ice cream cones, showing Alex the nameCornettoacross the front. “I was out. Knew they’d stocked you up.”
“Do you raid the kitchens of all your guests?” Alex asks.
“Only when I can’t sleep,” Henry says. “Which is always. Didn’t think you’d be awake.” He looks at Alex, deferring, and Alex realizes he’s waiting for permission to open the box and take one. Alex thinks about telling him no, just for the thrill of denying a prince something, but he’s kind of intrigued. He usually can’t sleep either. He nods.
He waits for Henry to take a Cornetto and leave, but instead he looks back up at Alex.
“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.”
“I didn’t mean—” Henry falters. “I only meant, do you think we should, er, rehearse?”
“Do you need to?”
“I thought it might help.” Of course, he thinks that. Everything Henry’s ever done publicly has probably been privately rehearsed in stuffy royal quarters like this one.
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 likes and comments immediately pour in. “There are a lot of things worth overthinking, believe me. But this isn’t one of them.”
