The recent betrayal of the senator Rafael Luna still burnt in Alex's throat, which is why he was currently sitting in some dive bar in New York drinking some whiskey. It didn't help much, but maybe Alex could get drunk enough to forget about the past week's events. Maybe he could stop asking himself why Luna moved to Richards, of all people.

Alex knew he had a conference to be at tomorrow. Alex also knew that, in the back of his mind, he had been missing his gay british prince. Not that Alex would admit it, of course, because they couldn't fall in love. It was just a casual, consenting relationship from two foreign diplomats, one who just so happens to be a prince.

Just as Alex was thinking about what he'd inevitably text Henry later, he spots him— Alex could spot the perfect blonde hair anywhere, even if Henry was flanked by PPOs. Alex totally doesn't almost choke on his drink when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees that Jungkook is actually there, walking into the bar.