[ Son of a King. Gansey’s brows lift, but with interest instead of disbelief. He also doesn’t look remotely intimidated. His smile widens just slightly beyond the edge of his controlled gloss, and there’s more of a warmth to his eyes.

His easy, polished attitude remains. ]

I know the feeling. Though, autographs are slightly beyond the norm – at least for me. [ Gansey is used to dealing with politicians, congressmen, senators, businessmen, all the people who provide the undercurrent for his mother’s political ambitions. He’s not just Richard Campbell Gansey, he’s Richard Campbell Gansey III, which means there’s been two more before him and it’s widely accepted that he’ll end up falling into their lifestyle after them. Politics and maneuvering, playing the game. It makes him want to flee from them all and never look back.

But even politics is not the same as celebrity. Jack seems used to both, which makes sense, for a prince. Gansey notes that he doesn’t introduce himself with his title, despite making it clear that he has one. ]

I arrived today, some hours ago. Coming here ought to have taken me home, but of course it’s not that simple. Do you mind if I ask which King?