In Klosters in January 1995, I saw something small but telling in the young Prince who would one day shape the monarchy. The snow was crisp, the cameras ready, and the four cousins – William , Harry , Beatrice and Eugenie – lined up for the traditional skiing photocall.

I, then with the Daily Express , asked a couple of pre-arranged question: "How were they enjoying the holiday? Who was the best skier?"

Harry, wearing a bandana, smirked. Little, he looked set to seize the moment. But before he could speak, William – thirteen, composed and already aware of the weight of a single sentence – cut in. The holiday was "good fun" and his cousins, "improving" and "very good skiers."

A simple line, but a revealing one: calm, protective, instinctive. Beatrice and Eugenie smiled.

© Gett

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