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Prince Harry is not Charles' son, and his mother was murdered by his (not-really) grandmother. He is literally the red-headed bastard stepchild. Given that he has no (direct) blood loyalty to these people, why wouldn't he try to figure out how to take them down a peg?
But very difficult to do, with his every move watched. In 2008, he gets his opportunity. Deployed to Afghanistan, he has interactions with Yank Special Forces, through whom he is introduced to JFK Jr. They find common ground, having a similar axe to grind.
Harry spends the next decade deep-cover inside Buckingham Palace, rubbing shoulders with all the Best People, collecting otherwise unobtainable intel about all of them. He enters into a sham marriage with a B-list Hollywood skank, both as subterfuge to disguise his defection from the Crown, and excuse to relocate across the pond.
Once in the American Woke Combat Theater, he continues the mission, performing covert collection operations on all the Best People here, e.g. Oprah, Ellen, etc. Now approaching the long and patiently-awaited denouement of decades of planning, Harry and John Jr. prepare to spring the trap and serve up an ice-cold dish of sweet revenge…
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