All this talk of Kate, bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; but Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, for dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate -
Will no one think of poor Wills, the insane pressure of destiny since birth, the horror of his father's illness bringing his Prince of Walesness to a premature end, thrusting him into the limelight of State Opening of Parliament and Trooping the Colour? No wonder he freaked out of the memorial service for his godfather, and now Kate doesn't even trust him to take a photograph of the children.
(Tbf I am sorry he was made motherless so publicly and so young, but otherwise not.)