LOGINPrince Ken's POVI woke up before the sun had fully risen.The room was quiet…it was the specific quiet of a palace that had not yet started its day, before the staff moved through the corridors and the schedule began and everything that came with being king arrived at the door. I lay still for a moment and listened to it, this particular silence, because I understood already that mornings like this one were going to become rare.Liam was beside me.Still asleep, one arm stretched across the space between us, his face carrying none of the alertness he wore during the day. I think he looked younger when he was asleep, although not in a way that made him seem like less of himself, but in the way that sleep stripped the managed version of a person away and left the real one.I watched him for a moment.Yesterday, I had stood in a coronation hall and put a crown on my own future by saying out loud the thing I had been carrying in silence for weeks. I had watched my uncle be removed by gua
Prince Ken's POVThe hall was still divided as voices were pulling in every direction, while Uncle Jones stood at the front with the satisfied expression of someone who believed the moment was his — when the entrance gates opened.Not quietly. Fully, both sides swinging wide, the kind of entrance that drew every eye in the room before anyone had processed what was happening.A group came through in single file, moving with the specific energy of people who had somewhere to be and were not going to be stopped from getting there. Each of them was carrying a Bahamas flag … the national colours filling the entrance of the coronation hall in a way that nobody had planned for and nobody could ignore.They arranged themselves as they came in, finding their formation naturally, the way people moved when they had agreed on something before they arrived.And at the front of them was Steph.She walked in like someone who had made a decision and was finished second-guessing it … the same Steph wh
Prince Ken's POV"I am gay."The words came out clear and certain, and the sound that followed them was unlike anything I had heard in a room before … not one reaction but many, simultaneous, layered on top of each other. There were gasps and also voices cutting across voices. The specific collective sound of a crowd that had been told something they had suspected and had not been prepared for the confirmation anyway.I let it wash over me and did not move.The Archbishop, standing just to my left with the crown still in his hands, had gone completely still in the expression of someone who had conducted hundreds of ceremonies and had never once had one arrive at this particular moment. He looked at the crown. And then he looked at me again. Then he set the crown carefully to one side, because there was nothing in his training that had prepared him for what came next and he was not going to hold it through whatever this was.The side talks multiplied.I heard fragments of them … voices
Prince Ken's POVThe hall had gone from celebration to chaos in under 60 seconds, and I was standing in the middle of it unable to find a single word.The screen was still playing and the crowd was still reacting. Every second that passed without anyone doing anything made the damage worse, and I knew it, yet I still could not move because the specific, paralyzing feeling of watching your entire life collapse in a public space had taken everything available to me and was using it all just to keep me upright.Then Jenny moved.She crossed the hall fast, cutting through the frozen stillness of the room with the decisiveness that had always made her indispensable — reached the wall behind the technical setup and pulled the socket from the wall in one clean motion.The screen went dark at that moment.And the silence that followed lasted exactly two seconds.Then Uncle Jones filled it.He was already moving toward the stage … not necessarily rushing though. Rather, he was walking with the
Liam's POVKen was seated on the designed seat, specially made for this coronation. Every important personality and all the prominent monarchy family members who were supposed to be here were all present. It was such a wonderful sight to behold and so I couldn't help the thoughts going through my mind, while I stood right beside him with my bodyguard apparel, performing my bodyguard duties.‘After everything, it's finally happening. He is going to be king.’I glanced at him briefly.His face remained calm, but I knew him well enough to know he was nervous.A few months ago, nobody would have imagined we'd make it this far.Not after the scandals, and not after the attacks.I mean, not after everything they had thrown at him.Yet here he was, just one step away from wearing the crown.Ken suddenly looked toward me and for a second, our eyes met.His lips moved slightly."You okay?" He asked under his breath and I almost laughed at that."I'm not the one becoming king."I replied to him
Uncle Jones's POVThe knock on the door was quiet but in the careful, hesitant knock of someone who was not entirely sure they were doing the right thing and had decided to do it anyway."Come in," I said.The maid who entered was young … younger than I had expected when Eric had described her. She moved with the specific nervousness of someone who had stepped outside the boundaries of what they were supposed to do and was very aware of it. She was dressed in the palace uniform, her Samsung phone held in both hands in front of her like she was carrying something fragile.She stopped a few feet inside the door."Lord Jones," she said, keeping her voice low. "My name is Rhoda. I work on the east wing, near the Prince's chambers." She glanced down at the phone and then back up at me. "I got what you asked for."I did not say anything. I simply waited.She held the phone out toward me, the screen already unlocked as the video already pulled up and ready. "I recorded it this morning," she







