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Now, that laugh was being parsed by geopolitics experts on CNN.

“Exactly,” Zahra said, arching an eyebrow. “Laughing. Intimately. The British press thinks you’re lovers. The American press thinks you tried to start a second revolutionary war. We need to triangulate.”

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. Red- White Royal Blue

“It was a rather undignified way to be caught,” Henry admitted.

The backdrop was the Royal Wedding of the year. The crime scene: a forgotten linen closet off the main gallery. Now, that laugh was being parsed by geopolitics

Henry picked up a blue one. “Tentative allies.”

The girl grabbed a white brick and slammed it into the tower’s base. “You should build something together. That’s what my mom says. Broken things get stronger when you glue them right.” Intimately

Then: “I don’t know. But for the first time in my life, I desperately want to find out.”

Zahra, the White House Communications Director, typed furiously on her tablet. “The Palace is apoplectic. They’re demanding a joint statement clarifying the ‘spontaneous and regrettable physical altercation.’ They want to frame it as a harmless scuffle.”