Tony and I will never let go of one another. And it’s not just because divorce is incompatible with my faith, but because this is just how we like it. War is our love. A brutal fight to the death is our mating dance, and I speak for both of us when I say we wouldn’t want it any other way. Contentment is dull, and Tony and I are anything but dull.
That’s the thing about the monarchy. We paper over the cracks. And if what we do is loud and grand and confident enough, no one will notice that all around us it’s fallen apart. That’s the point of us.[to Elizabeth]