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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.

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woman, untouchable.

Then, with one sentence, the king shattered the image.

Prince Alexander turned toward her slowly.

“What does he mean?” he asked.

Rachel opened her mouth, but no words came out.

The king remained on his feet, one hand resting on the carved wooden pew in front of him. He did not shout. He did not have to.

“For months,” he said, “our office continue reading …

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