Jun 16, 2026 My sister thought my Navy uniform would ruin her royal wedding. So she erased me from the guest list, smiled for the cameras, and pretended I did not exist

to use.

I handed the phone to Alexander when he reached the pier.

His face darkened.

The king arrived moments later. When he saw the image, something old and royal vanished from his expression. What remained was a grandfather and a ruler, both furious.

“Lord Voss,” I said.

Lady Maren’s face tightened.

Alexander looked at her. “You know him?”

She nodded slowly.continue reading …