Oh what webs we weave...

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I received a nasty comment on my Dark Duchess page, and I find it rather amusing. Personally, I don't believe Meghan Markle has had any children. I think she's too narcissistic for that—she wouldn’t want anyone taking the spotlight away from her, and a child certainly would. 

I’ve heard rumors that Archie isn’t actually hers, but the result of an affair Harry had with a woman in England. Allegedly, he lives there with his mum. Why do you think Harry goes “back home” so often? To see his son??

As for Lilibet, I do believe that she was most likely conceived via surrogate. Meghan’s has father has claimed that she couldn’t have children, so surrogacy seems the most likely explanation. There is nothing wrong with using a surrogate as well. 

I believe the world will be in for a shock when Prince William becomes King. I hope and pray that he takes action to strip certain titles and that the truth finally comes to light. 

Meghan and her questionable baby bumps, along with the many misleading claims she has made, will eventually catch up with her. They will catch up to Harry as well, but she has made more false claims than he has. Just look at that stupid Oprah interview.

The  interview was filled with several statements that have since been widely disputed or proven false. For example, Meghan claimed there were conversations about her son’s skin color and that Archie was denied a title due to race—claims the Palace later strongly denied. She also said she was silenced by the Royal Family, yet continued to make public appearances and statements.

There were inconsistencies throughout the interview, and for those who have followed the facts closely, it’s clear that not everything added up. When Prince William takes the throne, perhaps greater clarity and accountability will follow.

 

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