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After the meeting with the Queen, the senior royals, with the exception of the Duke and Duchess of Sussex, began to slowly pave the way for William’s transition from active, working member of the Royal family into a private citizen. The first step was to move back to Norfolk, for a few months at first and then, permanently. Secondly, the Queen would bestow further graces upon Harry as he would soon take his place as heir to the heir apparent. For this, Elizabeth had decided to appoint Harry as her personal Aide-de-Camp, much like William and Charles were. Furthermore, he’d be appointed the new royal colonel of the Scots Guards regiment as the Duke of Kent resigned from the position.
The news of these new appointments were given to Harry and Elle by Her Majesty on one of their monthly meetings. They were both ecstatic about it. Along with their child, the couple met the monarch in the Blue Drawing Room to chat and eat. As they sat down, the Queen began telling them the great news as Arthur silently slept on his mother’s arms.
“ Thank you so much, granny. I don’t really know what I’ve done to deserve such an honour.”, said Harry to the Queen, who smiled warmly at her grandson.
“ Think nothing of it, my dear. I see great potential in you and I want to reward it. I want to see you grow in your role in this family, representing me and Britain around the country and the world. I truly see a great leader in you, Harry. I’m sure you’ll make me proud.”, said Elizabeth. Harry felt his eyes fill up with unshed tears as his grandmother spoke to him. She had never before expressed herself to him like that and he felt and even greater sense of duty and respect for the tiny woman in front of him, who had always been so affectionate yet firm. Who was truly, a role model to millions of people.
“ I… thank you… thank you so much, granny.”, he replied, hugging her and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.
“ You’ll have a proper ceremony with the first battalion next week, just in time for Trooping the Colour. You’ll be able to march along your brother and father during the parade this year”, she saiid to him. Harry took it as a great honour and responsibility.
“ I’ll do my best to make you proud of me, granny.”, said Harry, emotively.
“ I know, dear. I know.”, she replied.
By the end of their conversation, baby Arthur had woken up from his slumber and blinked tiredly to his mother, eyes softly wondering to his father and great grandmother. The little boy, who was about to turn two months old, loved being cuddled by his great grandmama. He personally loved to put his tiny hands on her glasses and sparkling necklaces. The little patch of red hair in his head was turning darker, closer to Elle’s and the couple agreed that it would be a proper ginger colour and not the golden-amber that was Harry’s. His eyes, however, had now set on an aqua green, much similar to his father’s. Placing the baby in Elizabeth’s arms, Elle smiled as he snuggled closer to the older woman.
“ How has he been?”, asked Elizabeth, smiling affectionately.
“ Very well. A few bumps along the road, especially during the morning, but he’s been such a blessing. He’s a very calm baby.”, said Elle smiling at her chubby son.
“ Takes after you, I imagine. Harry was definitely not a calm child.”, said Elizabeth chuckling.
“ Ahh...children indeed are, aren’t they? Precious little things that give our lives such light.”, commented Elizabeth as Arthur pulled on her necklace with his tiny hands. Chuckling the proud parents watched as the youngest member of the family interacted with the Queen. In a matter of minutes, the baby began wailing and was once again back in his mother’s arms, eager to be fed. Elle excused herself and took the baby to another room, patiently soothing him as she adjusted herself to nurse him. Softly, she sang and caressed him as she watched he began to feel drowsy and sleepy again.
“Sing me a song of a lass that is gone. Say could that lass be I? Merry of soul, she sailed on a day, over the sea to Skye. Billow and breeze, islands and seas, mountains of and sun. All that was good, all that was fair, all that was me is gone.”
Humming along the melody, Harry came into the room smiling adoringly to his wife and son. Elle turned her head to face him and smiled back, urging him forward.
“ How long were you there?”, she asked as he took a seat beside her, looking from her face to his sleepy son’s form.
“ Just now. Granny wanted me to tell you she had to leave for a meeting but she promised to visit us a Kensington before the ceremony next week. She said she wants to spend more time with her great grandchildren.”, said Harry, caressing Arthur’s head. Elle adjusted her blouse and carefully transferred the sleeping infant to his father’s arms. With all the care in the world, Harry took him, cuddling him close to his chest, kissing the top of the baby’s ginger head.
“ Come on… let’s get him home,”, said Harry taking her hand in his.
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As promised, on the following week, two days before Harry’s ceremony, the Queen and Prince Philip visited Kensington. The Cambridges and the Sussexes meet the royal couple in the small private garden, where they had prepared baked goods, drinks and playful games for both children and adults alike. Together, the family had the most fabulous time together, one that they hadn’t shared in a long time.
On the day of his investiture as both Aide-de-Camp and Colonel of the Scots Guards Regiment, Harry was excited and a bit anxious about the big task ahead. Dressed in his new uniform -- the traditional red uniform, with a three buttons pattern and the embroidered badge of the thistle on the collar -- he arrived at the barracks with Elle by his side, who wore a tartan dress in shades red, white and blue, the colours of the regiment, along with a navy blue fascinator. Elle took her place as the Queen presented Harry with the gold Aiguillette on his right shoulder, the thistle and the Queen’s insignias on his shoulder straps. A great cheer was sounded from the company and soon, he walked among them meeting the soldiers he was know in charge of.
Elle beamed as she watched Harry with such an ease, walking, talking and laughing among his army buddies, as one of lads -- something he has always been -- and commented how well he looked with Elizabeth, who stood beside her, also smiling.
“ He’s a natural born leader, isn’t he?”, said Elle to the Queen.
“ He truly is. He has the charisma, the charm, eloquence, care and interest. Yes, he truly is a natural born leader.”, agreed the Queen. Somehow, Elle thought that the reflection the old monarch made was a bit more intense than it was supposed to be. She shrugged it off and focused on her husband who was coming back from the inspection of the battalion and walking towards them. As he got closer to them, she grinned, hugged him and kissed his cheek.
“ You were brilliant, Major. Or should I start saying Colonel, now?”, joked Elle smiling at him. He chuckled and kissed her cheek, taking her hand into his.
“ Thank you for always supporting me, love.” He said to her.
“ It’s my pleasure and honour, darling.”, replied Elle, caressing his cheek. “ I will always be by your side. You know that.”
“ I do. As will I. Always and forever, my love.”, said Harry, lacing their hands together and caressing her hand with his thumb. The loving gestures were not missed by neither the Queen not the public present. The old woman smiled softly at the young couple and pondered once again over the decision that had been made and the plan set into as a result of it. Before leaving, the three royal posed for pictures with the battalion; all of them showing Harry with a beaming smile and both Elizabeth and Elle, with a proud look on their faces.
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When Trooping the Colour family came to pass, Elle’s second time as a Royal Duchess, she found herself alone. Harry, now a colonel of the Scots Guards would be on horseback along with his father, brother and aunt, while she rode with Kate and Camilla to watch the parade from a window. There, she found Nanny Maria with George and Charlotte, as well as her sleeping son, who had been graciously taken care of by her. Smiling, she took the baby in her arms and walked over to one of the windows to watch closely. She grinned to herself when she saw her husband standing tall in the scalding June sun, watching with enthusiasm as his battalion passed by, first in slow march then in quick march.
“ Look Arthur! There’s papa!”, she whispered to her son, pointing out Harry amidst the horseback royals. “ He looks so dashing in his uniform and on his horse, doesn’t he?”, she asked her son and the baby babbled, fisting his little hands, shaking them in the air. Elle chuckled and placed a soft kiss on his head before turning her eyes once again to the parade, who’d be soon coming to an end.
Punctually, it was over and she taken back to the carriage, her son returned to Nanny Maria for the time being. On her way back to Buckingham Palace, she, Catherine and Camilla smile, waved and chatted about the parade and how handsome their respective husbands look.
“ Oh you must be so proud of him, Elle.”, said Camilla smiling. Nodding, she grinned.
“ I am. You have no idea how much.”, she replied, waving at the crowd.
“ Harry looked perfect today. Almost as if he was born to be there. To do it.”, said Kate, quickly glancing to Camilla who nodded her head vehemently. That was the second time within a week that someone close to them mentioned that. Odd, thought Elle. Dismissing the train of thought going through her head, she smiled and once again agreed with the two women, unable to say anything wrong about her husband.
As they entered the palace, she took her son into her arms once again and moved to the balcony behind Kate and Camilla, waiting for the Queen, Charles, William, Anne and Harry return. As soon as the trio saw them, they smiled and waved at their husbands, without first, of course, curtseying to the Queen as she passed on her carriage. The women returned inside and waited for Her Majesty and the others.
Once inside, Harry rushed to the balcony parlour to meet his wife and child. Grinning from ear to ear, he walked over to them, in his new red uniform. Upon reaching them, he kissed Arthur’s head and tickled his belly, earning him a happy babble from the child. Then, he turned to his wife and cupping her cheek, kissed her lovingly, not caring they had other people around them. Smiling, she gently pulled away from him and pecked his cheek, just as baby Arthur began playing with his papa’s gold Aiguillette. They were so immersed in their own little world they didn’t hear the call to join the other on the balcony until William lightly nudged them on his way there. With a hand on her lower back, Harry guided Elle to the famous balcony and they stood a little behind William, Kate and the kids. Smiling, they watched the crowd and the flypast, Elle took care to place some sound protection headphones on baby Arthur, who looked so funny with them on that made his cousin chuckle at the sight of it. The baby however, was asleep during the entire thing, much to the amusement of his parents and family members.
Together, the family had lunch and enjoyed each other’s company, laughing and drinking, telling a few jokes. The mood was light and welcoming, nothing compared to the pomp and circumstance of the parade they had just taken part in. Just before desert, the Queen stood from her seat and called everyone’s attention.
“If you please. I’d like to propose a toast…”, she said looking around the table.”… to my grandson, Harry.”, she said and all eyes turned to him.
“ He’d been an exemplary soldier and ambassador to the United Kingdom, as well a a wonderful patron. He proved time and time again that he’s fit to be an active, serving member of this family. It’s my honour to have him as my Aide-de-Camp. And my privilege to have him as a grandson. To Harry!”, she said, raising her glass.
“ To Harry!”, the family repeated in chorus, Elle raising her water glass. Smiling, she pecked his cheek as her husband shyly smiled, cheeks flustered.
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The Prime Minister, Mr. Christopher Simmons, was beyond himself with the news he’d received from Her Majesty that morning. He couldn’t, but all that is holy, understand what was going on in the Duke and Duchess’ of Cambridge’s mind. And ever more, he had no idea how to make the Privy Council and Parliament understand what the Queen had asked him to do. Of course, she as a monarch had the right to bar people from the line of succession but she couldn’t overcome the institutional laws. He had to find a loop whole. An alternative, in order to keep everyone happy and the country in balance. Sure, Harry was very popular. But not exactly King material. They’d have to make him look more serious, yet approachable. A bit more like William, but without losing his cheekiness or passion. Yes… there’s was a lot to be done and not much time for it.
The exhibitions bring together some of the finest examples of craftsmanship and literary and artistic production from the Indian subcontinent, including items presented to Albert Edward, Prince of Wales (later King Edward VII).
(Don’t have a clue what this is, but the craftsmanship is gorgeous.)
The wedding dress of Princess Margaret, the sister of Queen Elizabeth II, was worn at her wedding to photographer Antony Armstrong-Jones on 6 May 1960 at Westminster Abbey.
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The wedding dress was designed by Norman Hartnell, the favoured couturier of the royals, and was made from silk organza. The skirt comprised some 30 metres of fabric. Hartnell specifically kept the adornments of the dress such as the crystal embellishments and beading to a minimum in order to suit Margaret’s petite frame.
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The dress now belongs to the British Royal Collection and is part of a display of royal wedding dresses at Kensington Palace in London.
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