Not yet. He’s too stubborn. Too invested. Too awkwardly earnest about hugging strangers in uniforms. The Invictus Games are his magnum opus, his baby, his reason for wearing a suit without looking miserable.
Will there be bumps? Oh, yes. More financial reports. More royal gossip. More prosthetic legs going brrrr in the pool. But the Games have a secret weapon: pure, unfiltered grit—the same grit that makes wounded soldiers do a 100-meter sprint on one leg.
So grab your popcorn. Watch Harry sweat. Watch him charm reluctant sponsors. Watch him lose a wheelchair race to a 22-year-old double amputee. Because that’s the Invictus promise: no one gets left behind, not even a prince.
And honestly? That’s the most fun part of all.
