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Peter MacDonald
In the long and bloodstained chronicle of monarchy, princes have been warriors, seducers, plunderers and sometimes murderers, yet they often died with their titles intact. From the Black Prince, whose name was synonymous with both chivalry and slaughter, to the Restoration princes, history has been indulgent toward royal sins. Their excesses were romanticised and their violence mythologised. The divine right of kings offered them sanctuary from judgment.
But the modern age has done what a millennium of rebellion, civil war, and papal censure could not, it has un-princed a prince. For the first time in a thousand years of British royalty, a son of a sovereign has been formally stripped of the title “Prince”. Andrew Mountbatten Windsor, as he must now be known, stands alone in royal history, an achievement in itself. The only blood prince disowned not by death or abdication, but by moral disgrace.
The Ritual of Erasure
This is not merely an administrative act, but a ritual of erasure. The title “prince” is not an honour granted for service: it is a birthright. To remove it is to declare that bloodline itself has been tainted beyond redemption. The monarchy, that ancient temple of hierarchy, has quietly rewritten its own creed and moral legitimacy now outranks inherited privilege.
Royal Lodge, once the Queen Mother’s sanctuary and Andrew’s refuge, is now symbolic of the exile to come. It was the last place where he could still pretend to belong to the world of ceremony and protocol. Its loss is both literal and metaphoric: he has been turned out into the wilderness. In another age, the punishment might have been exile to a foreign court; in this one, it is banishment into the glare of media judgment – a kind of digital stocks where reputation is pelted with endless scorn.
The Palace Playbook, Containing a Fallen Prince
The House of Windsor has endured by mastering one art above all others: the quiet choreography of forgetting. Scandal in the royal lexicon is never erased, but absorbed with its edges blunted by time, ceremony and a loyal press corps that understands the value of selective amnesia. The palace will not silence Andrew with threats – it will smother him with irrelevance.
Expect the familiar patterns: the surge of distraction, a new royal initiative or overseas tour and the re-centering of public emotion around duty, service and continuity. Behind the scenes, negotiations will unfold to secure Andrew’s quiet exit. A financial settlement, disguised as ‘private family support’, will allow him to live comfortably abroad, provided he adheres to the unspoken rule of exile: no interviews, no memoirs and no public rehabilitation without permission.
The public will assume that these measures come from the King himself. Not at all. They are the work of the King’s inner circle: the solemn, duty-bound bureaucratic staff who manage the monarchy’s survival. Much like the mandarins in the 1980s BBC series Yes, Prime Minister, these courtiers present the monarch with a script. Options are laid before him to peruse and, in due course, to approve. The monarchy, after all, exists above the King himself. It is an institution devoted to its own continuity. What is being protected is not the man but the mechanism – the intricate hierarchy of privilege that depends on the Crown for its legitimacy. The King is their piece on the grand chessboard, to borrow Zbigniew Brzezinski’s phrase, and each move is made with the deathly precision required to ensure their survival in the shifting politics of modern life.
If the palace senses renewed threat, it will act decisively to contain it. The British tabloids will now be kept in check: their power over public perception reduced by the palace’s carefully managed narrative and the closure of his royal status.
The British media, in this sense, functions as a guardian of hierarchy. Its silence or reframing shields the broader aristocratic system from scrutiny.
The Beast Behind the Mask
When the King steps into public view, walking among his ostensibly free subjects, the display is one of pageantry, connection and benevolence. The crowds cheer, cameras flash and loyalty is performed like a ritual dance. Yet behind that carefully curated façade lies the instinctive machinery of power. The spectacle of reverence masks the reality of authority – an invisible readiness to punish, exile or erase any who endanger its continuity. Andrew, un-princed and isolated, now feels the reach of that beast.
The New Ruthlessness of Royal Power
The modern monarchy is as ruthless as the old. The swords and scaffolds of the past have been replaced by quieter instruments: public disgrace, exile and the suffocating control of image. Where once a disgraced royal might face execution, imprisonment or disappearance, today the penalty is more refined but no less fatal to the spirit. The fallen are not slain, they are smothered.
Prince Andrew’s fate is the modern equivalent of a royal beheading, carried out not with an axe but with headlines. His life is now governed by the unspoken iron curtain of the palace, with restrictions on speech, movement and association. He lives not in freedom, but in conditional exile, permitted only where the Crown decrees he may go. In this sense, Andrew will live a contained life, reminiscent of Julia the Elder, daughter of Emperor Augustus, who was exiled to the island of Pandateria for her sexual indiscretions and political intrigue, or the Apostle John, confined on the island of Patmos, visible to the world yet powerless, his influence tightly constrained by those in authority.
In this way, the monarchy proves it has never truly changed, only evolved its weapons. The pageantry may glitter with modern compassion, but its survival instinct remains medieval: sacrifice the fallen to preserve the throne. A thousand years ago, the axe would have fallen. Today, the blade is invisible, but it cuts just as deep.
