Prince Harry sat slumped in a chair, tears slipping through his fingers, the weight of the doctor’s grim words hanging in the room. When Prince William arrived, he didn’t hesitate—he rushed to his brother’s side, wrapping him in a protective embrace.
“They asked me… if I’d soon be reunited with Mum,” Harry whispered, voice breaking.
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For a moment, both brothers were transported back to that night of unbearable loss, the grief they thought they had endured resurfacing with crushing force. William’s jaw tightened, his own heart breaking, but he refused to give in.
“You’re not going anywhere. Not yet. Not like this. We’ve fought through everything together, and we’ll fight through this too,” he said, gripping Harry’s hand fiercely.
Outside, the world speculated, fearing the worst. Inside, the brothers held onto each other, their bond stronger than any crown or throne, clinging to hope that history would not repeat itself.
