My sister believed my Navy uniform would spoil the image of her royal-style wedding. So she removed me from the guest list, posed happily for the cameras, and acted as if I had never existed.

breath caught.

The king finally stepped into the aisle.

“Miss Rachel Carter,” he said, and the loss of the royal title she had almost claimed seemed to wound her more than the accusation itself, “you provided documents to this palace. You gave interviews. You repeated claims that were later confirmed to belong to your sister.”

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