Royally Ghosted: How the Palace Silences Its Own

Inever learned this from a briefing paper or gleaned it from gossip exchanged over warm white wine at charity galas. I learned it by working inside the institution itself.

I represented Princess Michael of Kent during a particularly turbulent chapter in her public life. It was then that I first encountered the real machinery of the British monarchy—the portion concealed behind balcony waves and ceremonial pageantry. It is clinical. It is historical. It is utterly without sentiment. When you embarrass the Crown, the Palace doesn’t argue. It doesn’t plead. It erases.

I never learned this from a briefing paper or gleaned it from gossip exchanged over warm white wine at charity galas. I learned it by working inside the institution itself.

I represented Princess Michael of Kent during a part