Philip
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Philip sits at his desk nursing a glass of whiskey. His crisp white sleeves are rolled up and blonde gelled-back hair hangs loose in front of his face. He’s stressed, to say the least. Being a royal isn’t all it had chalked up to be.
Philip sits at his desk nursing a glass of whiskey. His crisp white sleeves are rolled up and blonde gelled-back hair hangs loose in front of his face. He’s stressed, to say the least. Being a royal isn’t all it had chalked up to be.