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

whispered, “We never knew.”

“Of course not,” Voss said. “The papers were never meant to activate unless both royal parents died. I simply… redirected the process and removed the royal connection.”

The king looked physically ill.

Lady Maren, standing near the entrance, whispered, “There may be copies.”

Voss’s smile vanished.

I saw it.

So did the king.

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