As all the excitement builds over what the name of Harry and Meaghan’s newborn bub and feverish speculation over his likely name (our guess: Optimus Prime), eye colour (maroon) and number of wings (five), we can give a definitive non-stupid answer on at least one thing:
He won’t be a prince.
To be fair, who is?
That’s no reflection on his qualities, that’s just because of a decision made over a century ago by the baby’s great-great-great-great grandfather, King George V.
“The grandchildren of the sons of any such Sovereign in the direct male line (save only the eldest living son of the eldest son of the Prince of Wales) shall have and enjoy in all occasions the style and title enjoyed by the children of Dukes of these Our Realms.”
In other words, kid’s a duke. Which is… look, it’s fine. It’s fine.
He’s also unlikely to ever occupy the throne, since he’s currently seventh in the line of succession after Poppa Charles, Uncle Billy, his cousins George, Charlotte and Lewis, and his dad.
So he’s just going to have to go through life eye-wateringly wealthy and surrounded by inherited privilege. Poor little tyke.