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

hand curled into a fist.

The king spoke next.

“Release Rachel Carter.”

Voss chuckled softly.

“Majesty, with respect, you are no longer in a position to command. You are in a position to negotiate.”

“No,” I said. “You are in a position to panic.”

Silence.

Then Voss said, “Careful, Commander.”

“You took Rachel because she knows about the file. You sent me the continue reading …