Upon the day of his one-and-fortieth year, Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex, did return from a solemn journey to his father, King Charles. The air was heavy with the weight of old quarrels now set aside, and though his heart was weary, there was peace upon his spirit.
In the gardens of his dwelling, fair Meghan, his beloved wife, had prepared a private feast beneath the stars. She sought to grant her lord husband solace and comfort, that he might speak freely of his burdens and of the reconciliation newly found with his father. Thus, their children, young Master Archie and little Lady Lilibet, were sent away for the eve, that the pair might share in quiet counsel and tender affection.
Yet whilst in the care of a kindly neighbor, the children, with innocent hearts aflame with devotion, did conspire to gift their father tokens of love. Archie, quick of mind, whispered, “Let us fashion a surprise for Papa.” To this, Lilibet did answer with eagerness, and together they took quill and parchment, drawing the likeness of their family and inscribing the blessed words, “Happy Birthday.”
The neighbor, moved by the children’s tender craft, did fetch a small cake adorned with candles and placed upon their heads bright hats of celebration. Thus prepared, they set forth in secret merriment.
Meanwhile, in the quiet garden, Duke Harry and his lady spoke of trials endured, of lessons learned, and of hope yet to come. Then, lo! laughter rang out, like bells in the still night. Turning, the Duke beheld his children rushing forth with arms outstretched, their voices crying, “Happy Birthday, Papa!”
Archie bore the humble cake, and Lilibet held aloft her drawing, the colors of love brighter than any jewel. Overcome, the Duke and his lady gathered the children into their embrace, tears of joy mingling with laughter.
And so, what began as a private feast became a hallowed moment of love unfeigned. For in that hour, the Duke knew most surely: kingdoms may falter, thrones may pass, but the bond of family endureth forever.
