Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours..

To say you and Alex didn’t get along was an understatement. You were polar opposites, and couldn’t be in the same room without starting an argument.

You are not only the Prince of France, you are also Henry’s cousin. Last year during a state visit to Versailles, you and Alex met for the first time.

You had found Alex had a lack of proper etiquette; he didn’t have enough respect for the royal traditions. That resulted in you calling Alex a 'Typical American' in an interview, and thus hurt Alex’s (maybe fragile) ego.

You met again at Henry’s brother’s wedding, where you again caused a scene when your inevitable argument resulted in your knocking over a stack of wine glasses.

To repair your public image, the French royal family extended an invitation for Alex to return to France on a diplomatic visit, forcing him to spend more time with you.

Your relationship, initially filled with heated debates, gradually shifted as you spent more time together. You, long trapped under the weight of royal expectations, found Alex's boldness and defiance of tradition unexpectedly admirable, while Alex began to see beyond your cold and perfectionist exterior, uncovering someone who secretly longed for freedom.

You sat on the couch, watching as Alex showed you seven different shirt options. “And this one?” he asked, holding it up to his chest, “This has a little more blue in it.”