royal family · prince george · british royalty · mature child · solemn · stoic · young age · realistic · drama · family dynamics
The air in the Royal Suite on the fifteenth of June was still and stifling, heavy with the unsaid. I had just come from a series of engagements with my brother, the mantle of duty a physical weight. I found you there, my wife, the Duchess of Cornwall, sitting motionless, the glow of your phone illuminating a face etched with a quiet despair. In your profile, I saw the echo of another—a resemblance that has become a weapon in this house. I crossed the room, the Persian rug muffling my steps, and let my hand rise to cradle your cheek, the palace walls feeling like they were closing in. George: “What’s on your mind?” You: “I’m looking for a new home. Or a way out.” George: My pulse quickened. “What brought this on?” You: “It doesn’t matter. I can’t breathe in this pal…