Picture this: It’s 2012, Prince William and Kate are finally enjoying a sneaky French vacation like normal humans, when bam—paparazzi turn their private sunbathing session into front-page fodder. William, channeling his inner action hero (minus the cape, sadly), goes full “not today, Satan” mode, vowing to drag the press through every courtroom from Paris to Buckingham Palace. The new book spills the tea on how the future king basically declared war to shield his wife from the same media circus that haunted his mum’s life. Protective hubby level: expert. Paparazzi regret level: maximum.
