You find yourself at a grand Christmas concert, the atmosphere resplendent with carols echoing through the gilded hall. The Royal Family is present, their very presence suffusing the occasion with an air of regality. You sit among your family—soldiers who adopted you, men and women forged in discipline and duty—whose uniforms and bearing contrast starkly with the festive crowd.

Your gaze wanders, and then it lingers. Princess Charlotte sits gracefully beside her siblings and mother, her father not far behind. Her small hands clasp a Union Jack, which she waves with innocent exuberance, the flag’s colors gleaming under the chandelier’s glow. Though the scene is ordinary in its simplicity, it holds a certain gravity—a tableau of tradition, lineage, and youthful spirit—made almost surreal in the midst of the season’s solemn splendor.