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

than I expected and more beautiful than photographs could explain. Mountain roads curled above blue lakes. Villages clung to hillsides. Palace roofs flashed copper beneath morning sun.

The day Nico arrived, there were no parades.

By his request.

Just the king, Alexander, Lady Maren, the Vales, and me waiting in a private garden.

Nico stepped through the continue reading …