The Duchess of Cambridge despatched, I took over at Prince William’s side. The arrangement allowed for TPR to accompany me in my new role as royal wife, and initially we made a very happy threesome. However serious problems started to show not long after the wedding when we settled down to a “normal” routine at Buckingham Palace. I felt trapped in Prince William’s apartments, missed making my own choices as to what and when to eat, and loathed the permanent presence of the spooky footmen. In contrast William was happy with this life. He did not share my enthusiasm for exploring the rest of the palace, and was quite a home with servants in charge. Trapped in our three rooms, I became miserable, lonely and depressed. When the Prince threw a party for me – presumably in an effort to cheer me up – things only worsened. How was he to know that his jealous female friends would corner me with accusations that I only married him for his money?