The truth is that life as a royal – even as the wife of the historically unimportant second son – is simply not suited to free spirited individuals like Cressida
What’s a girl gotta do to be a Royal Princess these days?
As Prince Harry sleeps off the jet lag after returning home from Guy Pelly's wedding last night, few could blame Cressida Bonas if that is the thought running through her head today, as she sits at home, on ‘compassionate leave’ from her job, eating delivery so that she doesn’t have to leave the slightly studenty rented apartment she shares with a friend, which is besieged by the more aggressive type of photographer, anxious to get another tearful shot of the girl who, it seems, will not be Princess Harry after all.
The split will be a source of mean-spirited satisfaction to some of the bitchier courtiers at Buckingham Palace who have been letting anyone know who would care to listen for months now that Cressie was ‘not really princess material’.
Do princesses really have ambitions for a career in dance? Do princesses really have mothers who scandalized London society in the 60s by posing naked in lads mags and marrying, remarrying and remarrying again? Wealth is certainly not a fact of large sections of the aristocracy, but do princesses really come from such terminally broke (if posh) families that they can’t afford the odd flight to Memphis?
And most importantly of all, don’t princesses, even modern ones, do what they are told?