Armani’s POV
My brother was right.
I don’t know how I overlooked something so obvious, how I let my focus narrow so dangerously that I missed the bigger picture. In my haste to secure an heir—to fulfill my duty—I forgot about the spectacle that must come first.
A royal wedding.
It seems absurd now that I could have been so shortsighted. A union like this isn’t simply a personal affair—it’s a statement, a display of power and tradition. And if there’s one thing I understand, it’s that appearances matter.
I exhale sharply, fingers moving quickly over my phone screen. The wedding must be grand. Opulent. No, it won’t outshine the spectacle of my eldest cousin, Prince Andrew’s, nuptials—no one could rival that level of excess—but I intend to come very close.
Still, none of this changes th
