Is Harry gelukkig?

I hope so, but I still have my doubts. It was better than a fairy tale. Rebel Harry marries a common girl, also a divorcee, and not a tea-sipping British girl who has attended various boarding schools. The love was great and triumphed.

Free-spirited Meghan certainly respected his background, but she was just a bit too independent to be talked into wearing a skin-colored pantyhose. And while she initially understood that she had to shut down her Instagram, she was just a bit too headstrong to have to get a stamp from The Queen for every project. Baby Archie also didn't need to learn a royal wave to be able to wave appropriately to his grandmother The Queen.

As it goes in love, no mountain is too high and no river too wide, and Harry did everything to make Meghan happy. If that meant giving up his royal commitments, his title, repaying the two million cost of the renovation of Frogmore Castle (where they also won't really be living anymore since the arrow has been pointed at North America) and giving up his financial allowance, then so be it. It must have been a tough pill to swallow when the security was no longer paid for (The Queen's motto: no burdens, then certainly no pleasures), but you had already extinguished so many fires together, a solution would surely come for this as well. The only thing that mattered? Your happiness.

And now you’re there. In Canada. The contact with your brother and sister-in-law just on warm-hold, not to mention the relationship with your grandmother. Stiff is the understatement of the day. Harry is no longer allowed to hunt by Meghan. Something he rationally understands, but also something that is so ingrained in how he was raised.

Now that the dust is settling a bit and the end of the honeymoon phase is in sight, Harry will undoubtedly take stock during a morning walk. What should he do there? He would have an intensely high screen time by texting with his British friends while Meghan, of course, is also reaching out to her friends from before the Harry era. She feels at home, where he may not be an Englishman in New York, but he is in Canada. And soon in California. I don't know the best guy personally, but to me, the British Harry raised on estates that until not so long ago were heated with fireplaces is light-years away from the polished Los Angeles.

Something like: you can take the boy out of England, but please, let’s keep a part of the real Harry alive. That’s what Meghan ultimately fell in love with, right?