Red- White Royal Blue May 2026

That night, in the solitude of his London hotel suite, Alex received an encrypted text from an unknown number. It was a photograph: a close-up of a Lego tower—red, white, and blue bricks stacked precariously high. The caption read: “I think the girl was onto something about the glue.”

Henry gave him a tight, polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “After you, Mr. Claremont-Diaz.” Red- White Royal Blue

Alex stood in the Oval Office, wishing the Persian rug would swallow him whole. “Mom, I swear, it was an accident. He tripped. I caught him. The cake was a rogue agent.” That night, in the solitude of his London