Prince Harry and Meghan Markle didn’t move to the US alone; they brought their son, Prince Archie, with them when they first flew to Canada. In 2021, they moved into their multimillion-dollar mansion in Montecito, California, and welcomed their daughter, Princess Lilibet.
Even though Archie and Lilibet are still very young, they are often talked about in the news. Lilibet recently turned three, but no members of the Royal Family attended her birthday party. People are wondering what kind of relationship Archie and Lilibet will have with their UK-based cousins – Prince George, Princess Charlotte, and Prince Louis. There’s a rumor that King Charles wants to be more involved in the lives of Harry and Meghan’s children.
This fall, Archie is starting kindergarten, and Lilibet is getting ready for preschool. Harry and Meghan have been looking at schools for them, but one US journalist called them “frauds” because of this.
Prince Harry and Meghan Markle moved to the US to have a more private life, away from the paparazzi and the pressures of being part of the royal family. It’s said they knew just days after their wedding that they didn’t want to stay in the royal family for long.
When Archie was born in 2019, they had already started trying to become more private. They didn’t want to be used as “puppets” by the royal family for fans and the media around the world.
Harry & Meghan ‘tricked” reports when Archie was born
In her book The New Royals: Queen Elizabeth’s Legacy and the Future of the Crown, royal expert Katie Nicholl said that Harry was “almost morbidly obsessed” with keeping Archie’s birth a secret, which is very different from the usual way royal babies are born.
Despite many fans and the public wanting to know about the baby, Harry and Meghan’s wish for privacy was ignored and seen as part of the “unwritten contract between the royals and the public.”
Rebecca English, the royal editor of the Daily Mail, mentioned that things were so tense behind the scenes that some officials were reduced to tears out of frustration and despair.
Usually, when a royal baby is born, the parents pose for photos on the hospital steps and answer a few questions before going back to their private life. But according to Katie Nicholl, Harry and Meghan wanted to handle Archie’s birth differently. Instead of openly facing the media, they tricked reporters and photographers.
Prince William, Prince Harry, and William’s children—Prince George, Princess Charlotte, and Prince Louis—were all born at St Mary’s Hospital, where their first baby photos were taken. However, Meghan’s doctor worked at Portland Hospital, so it made sense for her to have Archie there instead.
Prince Archie & Princess Lilibet
An added bonus for Harry and Meghan was that the entrance at Portland Hospital made taking photos impossible due to safety concerns.
“Harry had always enjoyed outsmarting the media,” wrote Katie Nicholl in The New Royals: Queen Elizabeth’s Legacy and the Future of the Crown. She added that Harry and Meghan were thrilled to have their son at Portland Hospital in London before the palace press office even confirmed Meghan was in labor.
Lilibet’s birth was different. She was born in June 2021 in California, where no paparazzi got close. However, it wasn’t long before Harry and Meghan brought their kids back into the public eye.
Two years after Lilibet’s birth, Harry and Meghan announced that they had given their children the titles of prince and princess. While they claim these titles are their children’s birthright, not everyone agreed it was a good idea. Royal expert Angela Levin believes it could have a negative impact on Archie and Lilibet’s futures.
In an article for Sky, Angela Levin said that Lilibet now has a heavy burden because of her parents’ decision.
“It will take a long time for little Lilibet to understand the burden her parents have put on her,” Levin said.
She added that by giving their daughter an official royal title, Harry and Meghan have now “attached her to the British Royal Family,” which they have criticized for many years.
“Why would you want your daughter to go through such trouble?” Levin asked, saying that Lilibet’s daily life will be more difficult because she has the title of princess.
King Charles ‘desperate’ to meet Archie & Lilibet
“Little girls love pretending to be princesses at parties, but if Lilibet is the only real princess in her class, it could cause jealousy that could be avoided,” the royal expert said.
Archie and Lilibet are growing up quickly. Archie turned 5 in May, and Lilibet turned 3 a little over a week ago. On June 5, Lilibet had a birthday party, but no members of her royal family attended. Princess Eugenie is the only royal who has visited Harry, Meghan, and their children in California.
Although King Charles’s relationship with Harry and Meghan is strained, he is reportedly “heartbroken” about not having a relationship with Archie and Lilibet. The King has only met Archie five times and Lilibet once.
Speaking with the Mirror, royal expert Ingrid Seward said Charles’s cancer diagnosis has made his relationship with Archie and Lilibet even more poignant, as he realizes he “won’t be around forever.”
“Family has always been important to the King. He remembers his own fragmented childhood because his parents were always busy with their duties. It is a great sadness to him that he doesn’t see more of Archie and Lilibet,” Seward explained.
“That’s why he will never cut ties with Harry. He doesn’t want to only see his son’s children on FaceTime. He wants to know them and be part of their lives while they are still young enough to learn from him. His cancer diagnosis has made this even more important to him because he knows he won’t be around forever.”
Meghan revealed real reason why Archie will never attend a UK school
Only time will tell what Harry and Meghan’s children will do when they grow up. They can choose any path they want, including working as royals. However, their parents likely plan for them to attend some of the best and most expensive schools in the world.
Their UK relatives have gone to famous schools like Gordonstoun in Scotland and Eton in England. But it’s said that Harry and Meghan wouldn’t let their son go to school in the UK.
In a 2022 article for The Cut, journalist Allison Davis shared a conversation she had with Meghan Markle. Meghan said she didn’t want her son Archie to attend school in the UK because of safety concerns.
Meghan explained that if Archie went to school in the UK, she would never be able to pick him up or drop him off without a crowd of photographers taking pictures. She told Allison, “Sorry, I have a problem with that. It doesn’t mean I’m obsessed with privacy. It means I’m a strong and good parent protecting my child.”
Archie and Lilibet have a lot of time before they start high school or college. For now, they will probably go to a school near their home in Montecito, California, where they live.
Harry and Meghan “inspecting” expensive private school for Archie & Lilibet
One journalist says that Harry and Meghan have started looking at schools in their area, but they’re getting a lot of criticism for their choices.
Richard Mineards from the Montecito Journal told the Mirror that Harry and Meghan checked out a local private school, which is very expensive.
“The couple was seen visiting the school campus last week, getting closer to making a decision,” Mineards said.
He added, “In our area, school fees range from $50,000 to $60,000 or more for older grades, and most students go on to four-year colleges.”
It’s assumed that Harry and Meghan can afford to send their children to private schools. However, not everyone is happy about Harry looking at such an expensive school.
US journalist Lee Cohen has criticized the royal couple, calling them “frauds.” In an interview with GB News, he said it’s “infuriating” that the Sussexes are planning to enroll their kids in an “outrageously expensive” school, especially since they often talk about equality.
Lee Cohen said, “It’s extremely frustrating to hear that Harry and Meghan, who claim to be champions of equality and social justice, are thinking about sending their children to an exclusive, very expensive school.”
Harry & Meghan branded “frauds”
Lee Cohen continued, “Their supposed commitment to equality and social justice is just a show. If they’re willing to send their kids to such an elite, extremely expensive school, they’re not really supporting equality. They’re paying tens of thousands of dollars a year for their children’s education, while many families can’t even afford basic needs.”
Cohen wrapped up by accusing Harry and Meghan of maintaining the “systems of privilege” they claim to fight against.
“Sending their kids to such a prestigious school just shows how fake their claims are. They’re upholding the very privilege they say they’re trying to challenge,” Cohen told GB News.
I set out in my RV to scatter my mother’s ashes, but along the way, I met a man who uncovered a startling family secret
After my mother passed away, I thought I knew everything about her life. But a sudden discovery during my journey led to a truth I never expected. What I found changed everything I thought I knew about my past… and my future.
After my mother’s death, I was completely alone. I stood in the empty apartment, the silence around me pressing in. My father left us before I was born. The walls, once filled with her presence, were bare, stripped of life.
“What do I do now, Mom?” I whispered aloud.
I always have the answers. But now… Now it’s just me.
I sold the apartment. It was a painful reminder of Mom’s last days, and I couldn’t bear to stay there any longer.
I had a vague plan to head to the small town where she once lived. To my surprise, she had a property there and left it to me.
“I’m going there, to where you loved,” I murmured.
I walked through the empty rooms in the apartment one last time and shut the door, locking it for the last time.
“Goodbye, Mom,” I whispered, feeling a tear slide down my cheek.
Outside, I handed the keys to the real estate agent. I had nowhere to go. Two suitcases were waiting for me at a hotel. Nothing more.
I glanced at the pile of mail in my hands. Today’s newspaper caught my eye. I flipped through it until a small ad jumped out at me:
“FOR SALE: 1985 RV. Runs, needs TLC. Priced to sell.”
It was a way to leave everything behind. Without overthinking, I drove straight to the address listed in the ad.
The RV sat in a driveway, looking worn and beaten, even more so than I expected. Rust streaked its sides. The paint faded to a dull gray. But it didn’t matter. It represented freedom to leave that place and pain behind.
A gruff man stood beside it, clearly eager to get rid of it.
“You here for the RV?” he asked, glancing at me as I approached.
“Yeah,” I said, scanning the vehicle. “I saw the ad.”
“It’s old, but it runs. Took it out last week. You interested?”
I ran my hand over the chipped paint. It wasn’t perfect, but neither was I.
“How much?”
“Cash only,” he said, naming the price.
I didn’t hesitate. “I’ll take it.”
“You sure? You don’t want to look under the hood?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I just need to go.”
Minutes later, the deal was done. I climbed into the RV, the smell of old leather and dust filling my senses as the engine growled to life.
“Okay, Mom,” I whispered, gripping the wheel, “I’m doing this. I don’t know what’s waiting for me, but I have to go.”
I decided to head straight to the hotel where my suitcases were waiting. I wasn’t going to stay the night there as I had originally planned. No more waiting.
Grabbing my things, I loaded them into the RV, eager to leave everything behind. The open road was calling, and I was ready to answer.I drove for hours. The hum of the radio kept me company as the sun dipped below the horizon. The darkness slowly crept in.
I was tired, my eyes growing heavy. The road stretched on, seemingly endless, and I just wanted to reach a place where I could close my eyes for a few hours.
And then, without warning, the RV sputtered. The engine gave a loud, ominous cough, and before I could react, it died completely. I let out a frustrated sigh, gripping the steering wheel.
“Of course, this has to happen now,” I whispered to myself, staring out into the pitch-black forest surrounding me.
I tried the ignition again, hoping for a miracle, but I got a weak click. Nothing.
Great! Just great! No cell service.
I stepped out of the RV and looked around.
What now?
As panic started to creep in, headlights cut through the darkness. An old pickup truck slowly came into view. It pulled up beside me. An elderly man with a kind face was behind the wheel.
The man rolled down his window. A young woman was next to him.
“You alright there?” he called out, leaning slightly to get a better look at me.
“My RV just died,” I replied. “I’m stuck.”
The man nodded sympathetically.
“Well, that’s no good. I’m Oliver,” he said, giving me a small smile. “This is my daughter, Grace.”
“I’m Emma,” I introduced myself. “Thanks for stopping. I didn’t know what I was going to do.”
Oliver glanced over at the RV and then back at me.
“Tell you what, we can tow you to the nearest station. It’s not too far, just about twenty miles up the road.”
I exhaled. “That would be amazing. Thank you so much.”
“No problem at all,” Oliver chuckled.
Within minutes, he had hooked my RV up to their truck, and we were on the move. I climbed into the backseat of the pickup, grateful to be moving again.
As soon as we hit the road, their conversation flowed easily. They teased each other, each word filled with warmth.
“You remember that time we got lost out here, right?” Oliver grinned, glancing at her.
Grace rolled her eyes. “How could I forget? You were convinced we didn’t need a map. We were lost for hours.”
Oliver chuckled. “We weren’t lost. I just took the scenic route.”
Watching them, I felt a twinge of envy. I had never had that kind of relationship with my mother. She loved me, but she was always preoccupied, her mind elsewhere.
And my father… I didn’t even know him. Their kind of connection was something foreign to me.
When we reached the station, the mechanic gave my RV a quick look and shook his head.
“It’ll take a few days to fix this.”
“A few days?” I echoed with disappointment.
My plans were suddenly on hold. Oliver saw the frustration on my face.
“You’re welcome to ride with us for a while if you like,” he offered kindly.
“We’re heading in the same direction. We’ll keep you company until the RV’s ready.”
It wasn’t just the convenience of a ride. It was the warmth they shared, something I hadn’t realized I needed until now. Of course, I agreed.
***
Later that night, we pulled into a small roadside motel. Just as Oliver was handing over the money to the clerk, something slipped from his wallet.
A photograph fluttered to the ground, catching my eye. I picked it up and froze.
“Who is this?” I asked, holding up the picture.
Oliver turned, his expression shifting from casual to uneasy. Before he could answer, Grace cut in.
“Oh, that’s the woman he can’t let go of,” she snapped. “Even after Mom died, he still carries her picture around like some kind of token.”
I glanced at Oliver, expecting him to say something, but he just sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“She was someone I loved a long time ago. We were living together in the town we’re heading to. But one day, she just… disappeared. I didn’t know what happened to her. I only recently found out she had passed away. I’m going back to honor her memory.”
My heart pounded as his words sank in. The woman in that photo was my Mom.
“That’s my mother,” I whispered.
Oliver’s eyes widened. Grace did the quick math in her head.
“Wait,” she said slowly, “does that mean… you might be his daughter?”
The words hung in the air. Oliver shook his head quickly.
“No, no, that’s not possible. If that’s true, it means your mother left me while she was pregnant. And I never knew.”
“She left you because you told her you were leaving for another woman,” I said, my voice shaking. “She kept a letter. You said goodbye.”
“What letter?”
I pulled out the worn piece of paper my mother had kept all those years and handed it to him. Grace leaned over Oliver’s shoulder, her face going pale as she read.
“That’s… that’s my mother’s handwriting,” Grace whispered. “We lived in that town too… Dad? Could it all happen at the same time?”
“Yes. I was friends with your mother back then, Grace. We were close, but nothing more.”
Grace’s eyes narrowed, realization dawning. “She must have done it to be with you. She knew what she was doing.” Oliver signed.
“Emma, your mother disappeared, I was lonely. And, and… Grace’s mother was always around. She helped me through it. Over time… we started dating.”
Suddenly, everything began to fall into place. Grace’s mother had torn them apart. I turned to her with anger.
“You had a father this whole time! I had no one! Your mother ruined their relationship, and you got everything while I was left with nothing!”
Grace’s face hardened.
“I didn’t know! Do you think this was my fault?”
The argument grew heated, both of us yelling. Years of resentment and grief spilled out.
“I can’t do this,” I finally said, backing away.
I couldn’t stay with them any longer, not after that. I took my suitcases and started walking down the road. I needed to reach the town to end that once and for all.
After a sleepless night of traveling in a stranger’s car, I met with the lawyer.
“The house your mother left you is only half yours,” he explained. “The other half belongs to Oliver.”
After everything I learned, that felt like one final twist of fate. I was ready to walk away from my share. But the lawyer stopped me.
“Why don’t you take a look at the house first?” he suggested.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I agreed. The house was small but cozy.
Memories seemed to fill the space. Mom’s sewing tools were neatly arranged, her old machine still in place. Piles of fabric were stacked in the corner, waiting to be transformed.
I found framed photographs of her and Oliver, both of them young and happy. They smiled back at me.
My mother, fiery and proud, had run away because of one forged letter. She had hidden the truth all those years. But Oliver… he hadn’t come after her. He moved on, married another woman, and gave another daughter the life I never had.
That thought weighed on me heavily as I heard a car pull up outside. Oliver and Grace entered the house quietly. We sat there all together in thick silence.
“We should scatter her ashes,” I finally whispered.
Together, we did. As I watched the ashes drift into the wind, something shifted inside me. The anger I had carried began to fade.
Grace softly embraced me. “I’m sorry. I think it’s time for me to head back to my family. It’s your turn to get to know our father.”
“Thanks, Grace,” I finally whispered.
She gave me a small smile. “I hope we can move past this.”
As she left, I looked at the fabrics and the sewing machine. It was time to follow my dreams to bring my designs to life. And with my father by my side, we had all the time we needed to become the family we never had.
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