Harry dropped his bags at the door of the White House while Meghan looked around in awe. She had done it. Her lifelong goal of becoming the first woman to sit in the Oval Office as President of the United States as MADAM PRESIDENT! She could feel her insides burning as her enormous ego boiled to the surface. Her desire to win the Academy Award for Best Actress was no longer in reach. It hadn’t been for some time. Meghan’s dreams were tacky.
A nanny carried Lilibet in one arm while Archie was led into the room by the hand. There was a silent clause regarding the nannies employed by the Sussexes. Since Meghan the new and improved Princess Diana, the nannies could not get too attached to the kids as Harry and William had to Tiggy Legge-Bourke. The last thing Meghan wanted for her perfect life as Madam President was for rumours to get out that her husband was having an affair with the nanny. They had been through countless nannies as Madam President felt they were inappropriate towards the kids.
Not to mention, her constant screaming that she was a Queen, only made it more apparent that she was unstable. There was only one queen and she was not it. Her bid for the White House was most memorable due to the mass amount of speculation about whether she would run. This threw the announcement of Lili’s pending arrival out of the water.
An Imperfect Reality
In reality, all the nannies had done was talk kindly to Archie and Lilibet and hug them when they were upset. This was something that Meghan didn’t allow. She wanted her children to be able to fend for themselves. Though, this also reeked of hypocrisy. She had accused the royals of being stiff, too formal and didn’t hug people. However, this is where she was wrong. The royals were warm and affectionate towards each other, but Meghan chose to say they were cold because of her envy. She hated how Catherine, the Duchess of Cambridge, would be William’s Queen Consort. Her plot originally was to get William to leave his wife for her because she thought she was better. She also felt she resembled Diana more.
Meghan had played the role of Diana incarnate to perfection, or so she thought. If she were still an actress, she was sure this performance would win her the Oscar she had always wanted before the White House had become a reality. She even dressed like the late Princess of Wales to drill home the fact she was the new Diana so it would register with Harry’s fragile mind. Not to mention, she was quite literally the Queen of Rewriting her own history.
Harry sighed loud enough to break his wife out of her brain fog. Her head twisted around like one of those creepy dolls from those horror movies Harry wasn’t allowed to watch as it was bad juju. He cringed as his eyes fell to the pristine carpet. It didn’t do him any good to complain because they had not been invited to William or Charles’ Coronations.
“My Love.”
“Harry, my love,” she said, her voice dripping with the sticky sweetness Harry knew would only bring trouble. “Can you PLEASE take the dolls to the west wing? That is where they will sleep tonight.”
Harry looks like he wants to say something, but he presses his lips together and bows his head. He takes Lili from the nanny and follows her to the west wing with the children. He could feel Meghan’s eyes on his back as if he could sense her paranoia, and he had had to deal with it since the early days of their marriage. Moreover, he was also oblivious that she was using his mother’s legacy as blackmail. If he didn’t do what she wanted, she would scream and accuse him of failing her.
Once Harry, the children and the nanny were out of the room, Meghan widened her arms and spun around. A wicked smile spread across her face. She has everything she wants; the rich husband, kids to blackmail him with if he ever steps out of line, a title that she isn’t meant to use now, and the position of POTUS.
Struggling Madam President
A few weeks pass, and Meghan begins to feel the strain of being Madam President. She has to do daily press briefings on things she has no knowledge of or gives two effs about. The economy is one of the biggest things she is criticised for, leaving her visibly angry. She struggles to hold her composure in front of the cameras. Her supporters tear down every tweet from accurate news sources that she’s struggling with the pressure.
Meghan’s PR team is left to clean up the mess. Not to mention, her popularity slumps so poorly that her opponents want her pulled from office. They cite that this is worse than Trump’s reign of terror. Madam President is stricken with panic as people start protesting outside the White House for her removal. She orders the PR team to put more fluff pieces and says that her popularity is sky-high when she knows it’s not. When someone tries to tell her this, she throws a china teapot from Hillary Clinton at them. She might as well pass as a Disney Princess.
Unravel
Unbeknownst to Meghan, someone is standing in the doorway of the office she’s in with their phone, recording. They quickly sent the footage to TMZ and any other media outlet that wasn’t pro-Meghan. The footage spreads like wildfire across social media. Everyone is aware of it except Meghan. It takes a few days before she is told about the video. After that, her media team started debating how to tell her and what to do.
Meghan’s banshee screams can be heard in Washington. Her aides hide under the table, fearing she’ll punish them. In the end, she can’t hide from security. She screams and hollers about her removal being racist and all her usual BS. She was never a popular candidate and came across too much like Amber Turd.
