“It’s quite clear the king has no love for me; but you know what? The feeling’s mutual.”… MEGHAN MARKLE

“In the subtle nuances of palace corridors and the weighty silence of royal gatherings, it becomes palpably evident that the king harbors a distinct aversion towards my presence. Yet, amidst the whispers and the icy glances, I find solace in the unwavering certainty that this sentiment is reciprocated in equal measure.

Every formal engagement, every ceremonial occasion, bears witness to the unspoken tension that simmers just beneath the surface. It’s in the curt nods, the fleeting eye contact quickly averted, and the thinly veiled disdain that colors our interactions. Despite the facade of civility meticulously upheld, the underlying currents of antipathy remain undeniable.

But amidst this atmosphere thick with unspoken grievances, there’s a curious liberation in acknowledging the mutual distaste. It’s a peculiar kind of solidarity, born out of shared adversity and fortified by the resilience to endure. In the face of adversity, there’s a strange comfort in knowing that I am not alone in navigating the complexities of this intricate web of palace politics.

So, while the animosity between the king and myself may be glaringly apparent to those with discerning eyes, it’s a truth that I hold with a certain degree of defiance. For in this realm of whispered alliances and concealed agendas, there’s a quiet strength in embracing the reciprocity of our disdain.” …MEGHAN MARKL