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.

by someone I could not see.

The king turned to Miranda Vale.

Her smile had disappeared.

“I didn’t do that,” she said quickly.

For once, she sounded honest.

The screens went black.

Then one final message appeared.

NOT ALL CROWNS ARE WORN IN PUBLIC.

The chapel doors burst open.

A young palace aide ran inside, pale and breathless.

“Your Majesty,” he said, his continue reading …