Some house notices before we start.

There's strong language in this episode.

And just so you know, this series hasn't been timed deliberately to coincide with what's happening,

but we obviously couldn't release a Royal series at the moment without addressing the ongoing case against Andrew Mountbatten Windsor.

Yes, so we thought we'd borrow some words from the King himself to summarise our position.

Fucking hell, Andrew, you've right royally fucked it up.

But with all that said, my family and I will continue to do our duty and service to you all.

March 2019, Kensington Palace, London. Prince William crosses the sunken garden, its perfectly symmetrical

tulips swaying gently in the spring sunshine. As he arrives at the door of the picture postcard

cottage, he thumbs his signet ring, ever mindful of its royal crest and what it means.

William loaths conversations like the one he's about to have. But if he's to protect the family,

the crown itself, he must get through to his brother. William takes him in, his easy smile,

creased shirt, scruffy hair, and all the tensions of the last few years melt away. It's just the two of them again.

Great to see you, Harold. Hi, Willie. William follows Harry into the cramped sitting room. It used to be full of souvenirs from Harry's overseas tours with him and par.

Now it's all carefully arranged white peonies.

Kashmir throws, and almost every picture has been replaced with photos of her.

William bristles, but keeps his tone casual, warm.

Listen, it gives me no pleasure saying this, but I've been hearing rumours about Meg.

What do you mean rumours?

William eyeballs Harry as he stiffens.

He didn't want to have to spell it out.

That she's being increasingly difficult, rude, abrasive.

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