Is this man the true cause of enmity between Prince Harry and King Charles?

The relationship between Prince Harry and King Charles is still a stranded one. The two have met during a handful of occasions since Harry’s departure from his homeland, but it wasn’t enough for the two to finally make amends.

However, rumors are that the “path” of reconciliation between the father and son may come sooner than expected if one person, the King’s right-hand man, retires early as he’s said to have planned.

King Charles’ Private Secretary, Sir Clive Alderton, who is known as a ‘hatchet man’ for his immense ability to deliver bad news, seems to be standing on Harry’s way to mend things with the rest of the royals.

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