The world woke up buzzing, not with corporate gossip,or with the Dynamite anniversary scandal and not with speculation about the heir who walked offstage and humiliated the Alarics. No. Something bigger had dropped, something no one saw coming.
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7:03 AM — International News Network
The anchor's voice trembled with restrained excitement.
"We interrupt our usual programming for breaking news from the Royal House of Valedonia."
Across the globe, televisions, phones, radios, and giant city billboards shifted to the same headline:
THE ROYAL FAMILY ANNOUNCES RENEWED SEARCH FOR LONG-LOST PRINCESS
The image of the King and Queen sitting together flashed on screen calm, dignified but with unmistakable sorrow behind their composure.
"After twenty years of silence," the anchor continued,
"the monarchy has revealed new evidence suggesting their missing daughter may still be alive."
Social media exploded. Comments, theories, conspiracy posts, millions of shares in minutes.
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7:25 AM — Trending Worldwide
#LostPrincess
#RoyalRevelation
#Valerian
#TheHiddenHeir
And somewhere at the bottom slipping lower by the second,
#DynamiteDrama
People tried to drag Keigh back into the spotlight but were drowned by the global frenzy.
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8:00 AM — Business Feeds
Corporate analysts were already panicking.
"If the missing princess is alive," one expert said, the line of succession may shift. Treaties and alliances could be renegotiated."
"Economies may react strongly," another added.
"This is more than a family matter, it's geopolitical."
The Dynamite anniversary scandal didn't even make the side column.
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8:42 AM — Coffee shops, taxis, elevators
People everywhere whispered:
"They think she survived?"
"Twenty years… imagine."
"What if she's already living a normal life somewhere?"
"What if she doesn't even know?"
Speculation grew wilder by the hour.
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9:00 AM — The Alarics' Private Residence
Fiona's mother's jaw dropped as she watched the headline scroll.
"This… this will bury last night's news entirely."
Fiona's father exhaled through his nose, frustrated.
"Good. Let the press forget the boy's tantrum. We can redirect quietly."
But Fiona wasn't looking at the screen.
She was scrolling through the untouched gossip threads, empty, dead, abandoned.
For once, her obsession had competition.
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10:15 AM — Dynamite Corporation
The PR team sat in silence in their glass conference room. Every screen in the building replayed the royal announcement.
An intern finally spoke:
"…So should we still send the pre-approved statement about the heir's behavior last night?"
Everyone turned toward the head of PR and she closed her laptop slowly.
"No.
The world isn't looking at us today."
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11:00 AM — N&H Events (Nara & Hellen's company)
Employees gathered around phones and laptops, whispering, gasping, refreshing news pages with frantic taps.
Nara stepped into the office just as someone blurted,
"They found new evidence!"
Another!
"Do you think the princess is, like, our age?"
Another,
"Twenty years missing… imagine the trauma."
Another laughing,
"Guys, the Dynamite heir's drama is GONE. No one cares!"
A ripple of relief moved through the room.
Good.
Nara didn't want attention on that night. Didn't want anyone digging. Didn't want her name anywhere near Keigh's.
She walked past the group, giving a small smile.
"Morning."
The team broke into greetings, but the royal frenzy pulled them right back.
Hellen stepped out of her office, eyes wide.
"Nara."
Nara raised a brow.
"Yeah?"
Hellen pointed at the TV screen mounted on the wall.
"This… is going to change everything."
Nara nodded, unaware of how literal that statement truly was.
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11:32 AM — Worldwide
The royal announcement eclipsed everything.
Diplomats scrambled, governments issued statements, scholars dusted off old historical disputes. Media houses reran the story every five minutes.
Journalists dug into twenty-year-old archives.
People debated theories over breakfast, lunch, and hallway conversations. And the Dynamite scandal? Forgotten before noon.
Keigh Dynamite had vanished from the trending list.
But Nara…
Unaware that fate was quietly shifting beneath her feet…
Kept working in her office, blissfully oblivious to the storm inching closer to her life.
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