Prince Philip’s brutal nickname for Meghan Markle revealed

According to a royal expert, the late Prince Philip had a rather pointed nickname for the Duchess of Sussex, and it wasn’t so kind.

The nickname suggested a comparison to Wallis Simpson, the controversial wife of the former King Edward VIII, drawing parallels between Meghan Markle and Wallis, both American and divorced when they married into the royal family.

Prince Philip supposedly referred to Meghan with a name that made reference to this connection.

Wallis Simpson and King Edward VIII
Wallis Simpson, an American divorcée who became the Duchess of Windsor, was one of the most controversial royal figures in recent history after King Edward VIII decided to abdicate the throne in December 1936 (after less than a year as a monarch) to be able to marry her.

At the time, royals were prohibited from entering into a marriage with a divorced person – a rule that did not change until 2002, just three years before the then-Prince Charles married Camilla, per the Royal Observer.

Following King Edward and Wallis Simpson’s marriage, they were not allowed to return home without the permission of his brother, the new King George VI, as there were fears it could potentially cause public unrest, Vogue detailed.

During their years of exile, the Duke and Duchess of Windsor constantly attracted headlines – with one of their most shocking incidents occurring in 1937 when they visited Nazi Germany and were photographed giving the notorious Nazi salute upon meeting Adolf Hitler.

Prince Philip’s brutal nickname
Royal biographer Ingrid Seward shed light on Prince Philip’s perspective during an interview with GB News, suggesting that he thought Meghan and Wallis Simpson had many similarities, leading to the adoption of a discreet nickname for the Duchess of Sussex.

Allegedly Prince Philip, who Seward says was known for his astute judgment of character, couldn’t overlook the resemblances between Meghan and Prince Harry and Edward and Mrs. Simpson.

“I think that Prince Philip was very canny about people and he didn’t always see bad in people, he often tried to see the good in them,” Seward said.

“He just could not get away from the similarities between Meghan and Harry and Edward and Ms Simpson, which his why he used to call her the Duchess of Windsor. Not to her face though, he used to call her DOW,” she added.

In her book ‘My Mother and I‘, Seward delved further into Prince Philip’s reservations about Meghan, describing him as “wary” of the former Suits actress and her potential impact on the royal family.

While Prince Philip saw Meghan as potentially disruptive, Queen Elizabeth II held “high hopes” for her, indicating differing perspectives within the royal family regarding Meghan’s role and influence.

Prince Harry and Meghan Markle left royal life
Since stepping back from their royal duties in 2020 and relocating to California, Meghan and Harry have maintained a relatively low profile within the royal sphere.

While Harry is set to visit the UK for the 10th anniversary of the Invictus Games, with a service to be held at St. Paul’s Cathedral on May 8, according to the Daily Express. Meghan is expected to remain in the US, citing safety concerns and a desire to avoid stirring up controversy.

Despite occasional returns to the UK for significant events like Queen Elizabeth II’s funeral in 2022, Meghan has opted out of attending others, such as King Charles III’s coronation, which Harry attended alone last year.

It’s clear that Meghan is choosing to prioritizing her safety and peace amidst constant scrutiny and public interest in her relationship with the royal family.

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My Daughter Called Me Telling about a Screaming Woman in My Bedroom – I Rushed Home but Was Not Ready to See This

When Tammy gets a panicked phone call from her 13-year-old daughter, Piper, she does what any mother would do. She rushes home to make sure that everyone is okay, especially because Piper said that there was a woman with her husband, Paul, and they were locked in the master bedroom. But when Tammy gets home, she sees that not everything is what it seemed.

I was barely paying attention to the droning voice on the other end of the conference call when my phone vibrated violently on the table. It was Piper, my daughter. Heart skipping a beat, I excused myself from the call and answered quickly.

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A woman holding a phone | Source: Unsplash

“Mommy, please come home, there’s a woman screaming!” Piper’s voice trembled with fear.

Panic surged through me.

“Honey, where’s Dad? Wasn’t he supposed to pick you up from school today?”

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A shocked woman | Source: Unsplash

My daughter hesitated, sighing deeply before she continued.

“Dad is here! He’s in your room! He and the woman are in your room,” she replied, a note of confusion in her voice.

Piper was 13; she was still innocent to the world and everything that came with it.

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Teenage girl on the phone | Source: Pexels

But hearing her, my heart started racing.

“Baby, stay where you are. I’m coming right now.”

I quickly returned to my conference call, saying that I had a family emergency to get to. I pulled my keys off the Lego hook Piper had made me, and left the office immediately.

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Car keys hanging on a hook | Source: Unsplash

Thoughts of betrayal sliced through me as I sped home.

But it made no sense, Paul was the most considerate person I had ever met. And he was the complete opposite of me. Paul was warm and loving, whereas I could be cold and straightforward.

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A smiling man sitting outside | Source: Unsplash

He was into alternative medicine and healing and knew everything he could about crystals and the like. He healed through his hands. There was no way that he would willingly hurt me like this.

But then again, my daughter was in the house. And Piper wouldn’t lie about this.

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Assorted crystals | Source: Pexels

Is he really cheating on me? I thought as I gripped the steering wheel. With our daughter right in the house?

It would be unforgivable. It would be the end. I would leave Paul and never go back.

As I sat at a red light, I thought about what Piper was thinking. Surely, hearing a random woman scream was enough to shake her to her core.

Twenty frantic minutes later, I pulled into the driveway, nearly colliding with the mailbox in my haste. Now that I was here, my panic had intensified deeper.

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A red traffic light | Source: Unsplash

I thought about looking for Piper first, but I didn’t want to alert Paul and his guest to my presence. I wanted to catch him in the act.

I took my phone out of my handbag and was ready to confront the worst. I had my camera recording. I heard sounds coming from my bedroom, followed by a woman’s loud whimper.

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A woman holding a phone | Source: Unsplash

Pushing open the door, the scene before me halted me in my tracks.

Paul, my husband, was massaging a woman in our room.

But it wasn’t what it seemed; that was clear. My husband’s hands were professional and focused.

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An opened bedroom door | Source: Unsplash

My husband worked as a masseur and reiki master, and while he had his own rooms, sometimes clients would come home for their appointments.

But this was the first time that he had set up his table in our bedroom. Then it dawned on me; we were renovating Paul’s office outside the house.

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A person giving a massage | Source: Unsplash

Of course, he had no other place to work from home. He had all these ideas about turning our garden cottage into an entire Zen space for himself.

But our contractors were working at their own pace, and the project was taking a lot longer than it should have.

At the sound of my gasp, they both turned and jerked in surprise.

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A home renovation | Source: Unsplash

“I’m so, so sorry,” I stuttered, the blood draining from my face as I realized the gravity of my misunderstanding.

Turning off the camera, I felt a rush of embarrassment.

I went to Piper’s room and found her sitting under the covers with a book.

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An embarrassed woman blocking her face | Source: Unsplash

“Come on, sweetheart,” I said. “Let’s go make some cookies.”

I needed to do something with my hands. I felt an impossible sense of guilt. I should have known that Paul would never cheat on me; he just wasn’t that type of man. If he was feeling unfulfilled in any way, then he would have told me straight out, rather than betray me.

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Mom talking to daughter | Source: Pexels

But it was more than that; Paul was an incredible father, and he always ensured that Piper was taken care of first. It was one of the reasons that he was renovating the space outside, so that he could always be around for her.

The thought of Paul doing anything unsavory in front of our child was unheard of, and yet I still believed it.

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A father and daughter duo | Source: Unsplash

But as I went about taking all the cookie ingredients out, I realized that I was justified in my feelings.

I reacted as any mother would. I reacted to the panic of my daughter, however misunderstood it now was.

I knew what I needed to do. I needed to explain it all to Piper; she needed to know that there was nothing wrong with Paul’s actions.

“Honey, do you know what Dad does for work?” I asked, trying to smooth over the confusion in her mind.

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Baking ingredients | Source: Unsplash

“Yes, he massages people, right?” she said, picking her way through the chocolate chips.

“So, the woman upstairs, she’s one of Dad’s clients,” I continued gently.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

I measured the flour as Piper helped herself to a glass of milk.

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A container of chocolate chips | Source: Unsplash

“But then, why was she screaming?” my daughter asked. “Was Dad hurting her? Isn’t a massage supposed to feel good? I know how you feel when Dad massages your feet.”

I stood beside her and gently bumped my hip to hers.

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A person getting a foot massage | Source: Pexels

“Well, some massages are a bit more intense, honey. You can ask Dad when he’s done, and he can explain it to you. You know, once, Dad did an anticellulite massage for me; I screamed the entire time because it was so painful, but it helped me! If the woman was screaming, it wasn’t meant to hurt her beyond helping her heal.”

Piper looked at me for a moment and then nodded.

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A person getting a massage | Source: Pexels

“Dad wasn’t doing anything wrong,” I said as I put the first batch of cookies into the oven.

“Why did Dad do it here?” she asked, her mind still racing.

“You can ask Dad, but maybe she just needed to see him today. And he wasn’t at his rooms, remember? He needed to pick you up from school.”

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School parking lot | Source: Unsplash

Piper looked down at the counter and added chocolate chips to her milk. Not that they would do anything to the flavor.

Finally, she seemed satisfied with all my answers.

I washed the dishes while the cookies baked. Piper told me all about her day at school and how much she loved her new art class.

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A person using paint | Source: Unsplash

“We can do whatever we want, Mom!” she said. “Like, today, we were told to paint something with the color blue. That was the theme, and we could do whatever we wanted within those lines.”

As the oven bell went off, I took the cookies out and left them for Piper.

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Woman taking out cookies | Source: Pexels

I went back upstairs, ready to apologize to my husband and the woman once again. As I entered my bedroom, Paul was wrapping up and folding the towels. The client, now dressed, offered an awkward apology before leaving, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Once we were alone, I approached Paul, who was blowing off the candles with more force than necessary.

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Lit candles | Source: Unsplash

“Paul, I’m so sorry,” I began. “I thought the worst. I feared the worst. I fed off Piper’s energy because she didn’t know what was happening, so I was terrified at the panic in her voice.”

My husband stopped and looked at me, his expression softening.

“I saw the look on your face, Tammy,” he said. “I should have realized how this looked and warned you. I should have explained it to Piper, too. Cheryl is very loud when it comes to these things.”

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Couple talking | Source: Pexels

“You need to talk to Piper,” I said. “I think she understands, but at the same time, it would make more sense coming from you. She’ll feel comforted.”

My husband enveloped me into a bear hug.

We held each other, the earlier adrenaline giving way to a shaky relief.

“Let’s just make sure we talk more, okay? I never want to feel that way again,” I murmured into his chest.

As we disconnected from the embrace, I felt the tension dissipate. We had stumbled, yes, but we had also found our way back to trust.

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A couple embracing | Source: Pexels

We went downstairs, and Paul took out a tub of vanilla ice cream to make ice cream sandwiches.

Paul was going to talk to Piper, and I was going to shower to give them some space.

I knew that he would make her understand everything properly.

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Ice cream sandwiches | Source: Unsplash

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