Prince Harry was once one of the most loved and protected men on the planet.
People forgave him constantly. They laughed off the immaturity, brushed past the bad behaviour, and still wanted him to be happy. He was carried by goodwill he didn’t even have to earn.
Then he married the wrong woman and everything changed. It was a slow public undoing. Not because she magically transformed him overnight, but because she became the environment where his worst instincts stopped being challenged and started being rewarded.
Before marriage, the Palace structure and public expectations kept him in check. There were boundaries, guidance, and consequences. His rough edges were managed, his mistakes were contained, and he still had a sense of purpose through duty and service.
After she arrived, it shifted into grievance culture. Every setback became “persecution.” Every criticism became “abuse.” Every boundary became “cruelty.” And instead of being pushed to grow up, Harry was encouraged to lean into victimhood as an identity and a brand.
That’s why the decline feels so dramatic. It’s not that he suddenly became a different person. It’s that the guardrails disappeared, the resentment took over, and the man who once had the world’s sympathy became someone many people can’t stand to watch.
That’s the tragedy. He had love, privilege, and purpose handed to him and still threw it all away.
