Stay Strong, Dear Mom…

Fictional Royal Drama — Exclusive Chapter 👑🔥

Rain drummed softly against the windows of Windsor Castle, turning the morning sky into a curtain of gray sorrow. Inside the royal residence, a small pair of hands clung to a familiar embrace.

Prince George pressed his face into his mother’s coat, trying so hard not to cry. His tiny voice cracked like thin glass.

“Stay strong, dear Mom… please come back.”

Princess Kate knelt down, her eyes shining with the kindness that made the whole world love her. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear and forced a smile, one braver than any soldier’s armor.

“I’ll be home soon, my darling,” she whispered. “You’ll look after your little brother and sister for me, won’t you?”

George nodded through tears. His heart felt too big for his young chest.

Behind him, Princess Charlotte sniffled softly, gripping Louis’s hand. Louis blinked up at his mother, confused why everyone looked so sad so early in the day.

Prince William stood a step back, watching every second as though his soul depended on it. His jaw was firm, but his eyes were oceans. He knew this road. He knew how sickness steals sleep, laughter, and certainty. He feared the ghosts of history.

Kate rose, smoothing her coat. Nurses waited near the royal car that would take her to the hospital for her second round of treatment. The doors already stood open, a silent reminder that time only moves forward.

William reached for her hand. Their fingers locked together like two halves of the same heart.

“You don’t fight this alone,” he murmured. “Every heartbeat I have is with you.”

Kate kissed him gently, a promise sealed in trembling strength.

Security tried to maintain their polished composure, but even their eyes glimmered. Palace staff lined the hallway, bowing their heads as she walked past, their respect forming a silent prayer.

George suddenly broke free from Charlotte’s grip, running after her.

“Mummy!” he cried.

Kate stopped. She turned, arms wide open.

George threw himself into her embrace one more time, a hug that tried to freeze the moment forever.

“I love you so much,” he whispered into her shoulder.

Kate smiled and kissed the top of his head, breathing in the scent of innocence and hope.

“I love you more than the stars, my brave boy.”

William gently scooped George up, holding him tight as Kate stepped into the waiting car.

The door closed.

The engine started.

George extended his hand toward the window, fingertips pressed against the glass, trying to reach the mother just inches out of touch.

Kate lifted her hand to match his — palm to palm, separated only by destiny’s barrier.

The car began to roll.

George cried out softly:

“Come back…”

His words followed her into the gray morning like a prayer no sky could ignore.

William wrapped an arm around his son, voice breaking into a whisper:

“She will, George. She will.”

Because love — real love — does not surrender.

Not today.
Not ever.