HEARTBREAKING NIGHT AT BUCKINGHAM
The winter wind howled through the iron gates of Buckingham Palace when the doors suddenly burst open. Sophie — often described as the quiet guardian of the Royal Family — came sprinting down the corridor, her breath sharp, her face pale, and her hands trembling as she clutched a folded report.
“Where is His Majesty?” she cried. Guards exchanged uneasy glances. Servants dropped what they were doing. Something was terribly wrong.
Inside the throne room, King Charles sat stiffly, one hand gripping the arm of the chair as though the world itself was sliding away from under him. Meghan Markle — it seemed — had vanished without a trace. No calls. No messages. No explanation. One moment she was there, and the next, it was as if the night had swallowed her whole.
Whispers moved through the Palace like a storm.
“Has she run?”
“Was she taken?”
“Is she hiding something?”
Then Sophie stumbled in, breathless. “Your Majesty… we found something.”
Her voice cracked. The room fell silent.
Prince Harry stood frozen, eyes wide, his fists clenched at his sides. The usually calm prince suddenly looked younger, fragile — as though stripped of every defense.
Sophie’s scream shattered the silence.
“My God… Harry has—”
But the last words caught in her throat. The shock was too great. She slumped into a chair, eyes brimming with tears, unable to continue.
Everyone felt it — a heavy dread pressing against the air.
Charles slowly rose. “Say it,” he whispered.
The report revealed fragments of truth — unanswered calls, canceled meetings, clues suggesting Meghan had been living with unbearable pressure. Arguments had reportedly erupted. Doubts had begun to circle. And now, the disappearance hinted at something far deeper than scandal or drama.
Harry bowed his head, covering his face.
“I should have seen it… I should have helped,” he muttered, barely audible.
Somewhere, church bells tolled in the distance.
William arrived next, his expression grave. He exchanged a long look with his father — the kind that said everything without words. They both knew the world would soon be demanding answers.
But for now, the Palace decided on silence.
“Until we know the truth,” Charles declared quietly, “no one speaks.”
Outside, crowds gathered, watching the darkened windows, whispering prayers and suspicions. Journalists scrambled for information. Cameras flashed against the winter night.
Inside, the family stood together — shaken, uncertain, afraid.
No laughter. No ceremony. No celebration.
Just a chilling echo that lingered through the marble halls:
“What happened to Meghan… and what has Harry done?”
And as the lights dimmed, one thing became clear: this was not the end.
It was only the beginning of a storm that could change everything.
