Being born into a life of unimaginable privilege is something most of us can only dream of. Castles, palaces, more money than you can ever spend, staff waiting on you hand and foot, chauffeurs to drive you around . . . it’s the stuff of fairytales.
But if Prince Harry (36) is anything to go by, it’s more misery than marvel. And we know this because he keeps telling us about it.
In his pre-Meghan days, he seemed playful and fun, a prince who laughed easily and had a sense of lightness about him. But from what he’s been saying lately, that happy-go-lucky persona hid the true Harry – a man so haunted by the death of his mother and stifled by the callousness of royal life he was a messed-up shell of himself.