EXACTLY 12:00 AM — THE TRAGIC MIDNIGHT ANNOUNCEMENT
(Purely fictional story for dramatic entertainment)

Midnight struck like a hammer against stained-glass fate. The clock tower above Buckingham Palace boomed twelve solemn notes, echoing across London like a funeral march. Before the final chime faded, an urgent royal summons swept through the halls: all senior members of the monarchy were required immediately. No press allowed. No cameras. No excuses.

Courtiers rushed in half-dressed, whispers swirling through corridors as cold as tombs. The walls seemed to shiver with dread.

Princess Anne stood at the head of the Crimson Gallery, eyes brimming with tears she had spent a lifetime learning to hide. Her voice, usually iron-strong, cracked with unbearable pain.

“Thank you for coming… this late. Or rather… this dark.”

Prince William remained beside her, face carved with worry, jaw clenched so hard it seemed he might shatter. His hand rested gently at his side, where Kate should have been, but wasn’t. Her absence didn’t go unnoticed. The palace staff traded fearful glances.

Princess Anne inhaled sharply, trying to steady herself. William squeezed her shoulder in a silent plea: you can do this.

Finally, she whispered two devastating words that collided with every heart in the room:

“We regret…”

She could not continue. A sob burst loose.

William stepped forward, shoulders trembling beneath the weight of the crown’s greatest nightmare.

“We regret to inform the nation,” he forced out, “that Queen Camilla is in critical condition… and doctors fear the worst.”

A collective gasp swept through the hall like a cold gust.

It wasn’t supposed to end this way. The monarchy had survived scandals, wars, betrayals. Yet now the danger seemed to come from within.

Princess Anne wiped her tears and spoke again, her voice low, haunted.

“There is evidence that her collapse may not have been… accidental.”

The entire room recoiled.

Someone dared to poison the Queen?
Someone inside the palace walls?

A servant stifled a cry. A duke swore under his breath. Fear slithered around their ankles like smoke from a hidden fire.

Prince William continued, words delivered like broken glass.

“My father hasn’t left her bedside. He is devastated… confused… angry. The King has ordered a full investigation. Nobody is above suspicion.”

The chandeliers flickered, as if eavesdropping.

Anne looked directly into the sea of pale faces.

“This family has been torn apart once before by secrets. We will not let it happen again. Starting now, every classified record, every private meeting, every unexplained incident will be exposed.”

Her tears turned to fire.

“No more lies.”

Outside the palace gates, journalists waited like wolves sensing blood beneath the snow. Police increased security. Black cars slipped in and out of Buckingham like shadows carrying dangerous truths.

Inside, a single clue sat locked in the King’s personal vault: a letter Camilla received just hours before she collapsed.

A letter addressed from someone who knew her deepest fears.

Someone who signed only:

“Your enemy in the crown.”

Princess Anne ended the announcement with a trembling warning:

“The monarchy is in danger. Pray for Queen Camilla… and pray that justice arrives before the next strike.”

The bells of Buckingham remained silent.

Too silent.

Tonight, the royal family weeps.
Tonight, trust is shattered.
Tonight, a traitor walks freely inside the palace. 👑🩸