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

us in a quiet receiving room. Lady Maren followed, along with Alexander and two officials. For several moments, no one spoke.

Outside the windows, palace gardens glowed in afternoon light. White roses climbed stone walls. A fountain glittered in the courtyard.

It was too beautiful for what had just happened.

The king removed his gloves slowly.

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