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The Discovery
Mrs. Emily, a veteran royal assistant of over 20 years, was conducting her usual inspection. Sharp-eyed and strict, she never missed a detail. When her gaze landed on the empty spot on the table, the color drained from her face. The clock was gone.
“Impossible,” she whispered, checking the surface again and again. In the royal household, losing an artifact was more than misplacing property—it was a betrayal of heritage.
Acting on instinct, she triggered the internal alarm and contacted security. “There’s been a theft in the storage room. Queen Victoria’s clock is missing,” she reported, her trembling voice laced with dread.
The news raced through the palace like sparks on dry parchment. Prince William, working in his private office at Kensington Palace, received the alert mid-review of his charitable event schedule. His untouched coffee sat cooling beside him as the security chief’s urgent voice came through.
“Sir, a historical artifact has disappeared from Buckingham Palace.”
William’s brow furrowed, blue eyes darkening with concern. Principles and discipline anchored his worldview, lessons instilled by his late father and Queen Elizabeth herself. A theft of this magnitude was more than a security lapse—it felt like a breach in the order he tirelessly upheld.
“Check the security footage immediately,” he said with calm authority.
The recordings were rewound. There, in crisp clarity, appeared Freddy, lifting the golden clock, admiring it, then sliding it into his pocket.
William watched in silence, a heavy weight pressing on his chest. He knew Freddy well—Camilla’s beloved grandson, always cheerful and charming at family gatherings. Now, disappointment washed over him. Why would he do something like this? The conflict in his heart wavered between anger and reluctant sympathy.
Regardless, the royal code demanded fairness. No exemptions, not even for family. His course of action was swift. Camilla and Freddy would be summoned for a private discussion.