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It had been three years since Alex Claremont-Diaz, the charismatic and ambitious First son of the United States, had met Henry Fox, the reserved and intelligent Prince of England. Their initial encounter had been marked by tension and rivalry, but over time, their relationship had blossomed into something beautiful and profound.
On a warm summer evening, as the sun began to set over the White house, Alex nervously paced back and forth in his private study. He had been planning this moment for months, and now the time had come to take the next step in their relationship. He took a deep breath, reminding himself of the love they shared, and picked up the small velvet box from his desk.
Meanwhile, Henry stood in his room at Buckingham Palace gazing out at the London skyline. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about Alex. Their love had been tested by distance, politics, and the weight of their responsibilities, but it had only grown stronger. He felt a sense of calm wash over him knowing that Alex was his anchor in this chaotic world.
As the clock struck 7 p.m. Alex picked up his phone and dialed Henrys number. "Hey babe," he said his voice filled with excitement and nerves. "I have something important to ask you. can you meet me at the Lincoln Memorial in two hours?"
Henrys heart skipped a beat at the sound of Alexs voice "of course, love" he replied, his voice filled with anticipation. "I'll be there."