Beside him, he hears Henry mutter slowly, "Oh my fucking Christ."
He registers dimly that it's the first time he's ever heard the prince swear, before the flash from someone's camera goes off.
The real Henry is beautiful, distant, boring, and closed. This person the tabloids keep comparing him to, whom he compares himself to, thinks he's better than Alex and every one like him.
"Well, you don't have to like him, you just have to put on a happy face and not cause an international incident at his brother's wedding."
"Bug, when I do ever not put on a happy face?"