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

Carter. I wondered how quickly the soldier would take charge.”

“Where is my sister?”

“Safe. For now.”

Rachel’s voice shouted in the background. “Emily, don’t—”

The line muffled, then Voss returned.

“Emotional, isn’t she? Always has been. But useful.”

Alexander stepped closer, face hard. “Voss.”

A pause.

“Your Highness. My condolences on the wedding.”

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