Who. "Princes" James & Damian + Allison When. February something Where. "The palace gardens" What. Hallmark plot is Hallmark plotting Warnings. lol no
James had been groomed for it from the cradle.
He would rather just get in one of his cars, drive away, and never look back if James was being honest with himself. But he was The Heir and there was no way Damian was any sort of equipped to step into his shoes at this point in their lives. James had been groomed for it from the cradle.
He fired off a text to his younger brother, giving him James' location and in which garden, in case Damian wanted to get away from the noise of a bustling palace that was preparing for the upcoming holiday. Allison knew where to find him. She was supposed to know where to find him, just like his assistant was always supposed to know where to find him. James scrubbed a hand over his face and didn't care that it mussed his appearance even slightly; his father would remark on it regardless even if he had shown up unruffled and spotless.
"At least it's not looking to rain," James said without looking up from his phone, sitting on a wrought-iron bench with an arm slung across the back of it.