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.

voice shaking. “The story is already everywhere. Every major outlet. Every social platform. It was scheduled in advance.”

Rachel tilted her head toward me.

“I told you,” she whispered.

But she was looking past me.

Not at Alexander.

Not at the king.

At someone sitting quietly in the last row.

I turned.

A man I did not recognize rose from among the guests.

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