Red, White and Royal Blue Male Reader One Shots

Not What I Thought - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Y/N's POV

To say that I wasn't absolutely shitting myself would be a lie as I step out of the limo with Alex, my older brother, and Nora, the vice president's daughter. Usually, Alex and Nora would take this job but mother wanted me to start getting out into the spotlight and making a name for myself as Alex is about to start running the campaign in Texas and June has officially become a speech writer for the Whitehouse while I've done nothing. I'm only just eighteen and I have the whole world knowing my name which is rather daunting, but, not as daunting as this...

Buckingham Palace is fucking huge, and gold and full of fancy shit that I don't know the name of. I'm not even sure why I said yes to this. Alex is grumbling and rolling his eyes about how snobbish and pretentious Prince Henry is while Nora is basically bouncing as she walks, full to the brim with excitement, as she drags my stumbling self behind her to line up and greet the royal family as they enter the hall. Or ballroom. I'm not sure, all these rooms are too big to distinguish them.

Prince Philip and his new wife, Martha, look to be the snobbish ones, noses upturned and voice articulate as they shake hands with every important member of governments and royal connections in this line. He looks at us three like we're the dirt under his shoes and shakes Alex's hand like he has the plague before skipping me entirely and greeting Nora with a little better attitude. Next is Bea, the middle child and the wild child from what I hear. She's pleasant if somewhat reserved but she greets the three of us like we're long lost childhood friends reuniting and it leaves a warm feeling in my chest even if I don't actually swing that way. She's waltzing Nora away before anyone can say anything and suddenly I'm face to face with beauty.

Prince Henry. He stands tall - taller than Alex - and regal amidst the opulent surroundings of Buckingham Palace. His blond hair impeccably styles, the locks sweeping messily back from his forehead with natural elegance. The subtle curl at the ends softens his appearance, giving him an approachable air despite his royal stature. The rich hue of his hair contrasts perfectly with his fair, porcelain complexion. His eyes, a light shade of blue that seems to hold a depth of emotions, are set beneath finely arched eyebrows. They radiate a mixture of curiosity, kindred and a hint of despair - a combination that makes it hard to look away.

His features are finely chiseled, with a strong jawline that adds a touch of masculinity to his ethereal beauty. His lips, full and oh so inviting, seem to hold a natural grace that could effortlessly break into a smile or a quick teasing grin. His tailored suit fits him like a second skin, emphasising his lean build and hinting at a strength beneath the refined exterior. The way he carries himself, with an air of confidence tempered by genuine interest in those around him, makes it easy to see why he captures the attention of all who meet him despite Alex's stories of how entitled and narcissistic he is.

As his voice reaches my ears, it's warm and inviting, breaking through the nervousness that has settled within me, "Good evening," He says, his tone polite but not distant, "I don't believe we have had the pleasure of meeting before. May I have your name?"

His hand, when he extends it for a handshake, is warm and firm, his grip confident yet not overpowering. There's a sincerity in the ay he clasps my hand, a fleeting connection that carries a sense of genuine interest. As his blue eyes meet mine, I can't help but feel that beneath all the rumours I've heard and the expectations, there's a complexity to Prince Henry that is both intriguing and captivating.

"Y-your majest- Oh no! Your royal highness-" Alex facepalms from beside me, watching me fumble over my words as my brain displays images of Henry pressing me up against the nearest wall and having me any way he likes, "Y-Y/N. It's Y/N Claremont-Diaz."

"Well," His eyes seemed to have darkened as they sweep over me once, not in the same way Philip did, and oh fuck me. I am not going to make it through this evening if he keeps looking at me like that, especially when he leans in close, breath hot against my cheek, "I hope to see you later."