The Prince's Little Honey Badger

Chapter 10

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"The pros and cons of humanitarian intervention" Alex's voice is deep when he reads the title of my essay, his finger traces the typed up words when he sits next to me. He flashes his perfect smile at me when I look up at him, my eyes don't move. I feel myself biting the bottom of my lip.

"It's good, the thesis is great. My only recommendation is perhaps not being biased. Let the reader read the facts and judge whether Humanitarian Intervention does more damage than good. The main purpose of your paper from what I'm gathering is to only provide the information. Unbiased," his gaze doesn't leave me, his lips still curved in a soft smile.

My muscles relax from the tension, it was my first time writing a mock thesis as intricate as the one I've allowed Alex to read. It took me weeks to complete, I wouldn't have imagined that I would let someone like him read something so important to me and provide advice, but Alex has become a friend.

Aside from his physical attributes, he was also brilliant. I couldn't help but feel guilty for judging a person before I've even met them. I was foolish for believing the tabloids and any media outlet for that matter. Yet here he was providing impactful suggestions for one of my most significant projects yet.

I nod to his advice tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ears. Without looking at him, I can still feel his eyes bore into me.

"Thanks," my voice is low when I mumble my appreciation.

He shifts in his chair, probably out of the discomfort of the plastic seat beneath him. To be honest, I would be lying if I said I wasn't surprised that he hasn't complained about anything that exists in my apartment. Small, half-broken, uncomfortable, and decorated with a graduate students' budget.

But he's sucked it up and been a great companion these past lonely weeks. I didn't feel like I was in a foreign place, I felt like I belonged.

Over the past couple of weeks, we've built routine. Every Wednesday and Friday at 9 pm, he sneaks out and is by my side munching on a late-night snack, watching tv. Some days he just sits there silently while I'm studying and working on assignments. I'd like to think that I was his escape from being Royal. A break from it all, where he could just be a nobody. Just Alex.

"So are we going to finish the Lord of the Rings series? Since you're finally finished that thesis of yours," he asked, his one foot resting on his thigh. He does things I've never seen him do in public. Little things like crossing his leg and slouching his shoulders, that he would never do anywhere outside of these four walls. It reminds me that he's as human as me.

I couldn't help but notice even with his relaxed posture and laid back attitude he's still dressed in a tailored suit, this time navy blue and a white dress shirt adorned with a matching blue tie. Aside from comfort, sitting and snacking until the crack of dawn - I wondered what made him think that he was blending in with the public. His efforts to go unnoticed seemed trivial when he's trotting around town dressed to the nines on a weekday. Was his attire a mandatory thing for the Royal family?

I scoff, " finished? I'm far from finished, you just made recommendations that I have to start tweaking now. I mean this paper is due in two weeks, I don't have time to finish that now,"

Alex rolls his eyes, I gotta give it to him for being as patient as he was. Recently, every time he's come over, I've been studying, and he's been sitting patiently, not making a peep. I hated that there was a guilty feeling in my stomach, that his disappointed look makes me reconsider how I spend my night. After all, I did have a whole two weeks to re-edit.