I’ve never really followed the intrigues of the British monarchy very closely, but I know that some of my faithful readers do . . .
British heir to the throne Prince Charles announced Thursday he will marry long-time lover Camilla Parker Bowles . . .
Camilla, 57, will take the official title of Her Royal Highness The Duchess of Cornwall after marriage.
Once Charles becomes king, his wife will be called Princess Consort, a fudge aimed at killing off constitutional controversy and one that legal experts said will demand a change in the law . . .
Once Charles succeeds his 78-year-old mother Queen Elizabeth, he will be titular head of the Church of England, which overcame clerical objections to his marrying a divorcee.
Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams, who heads the world’s Anglicans, will preside over “a service of prayer and dedication” after the civil ceremony, bestowing establishment approval on their controversial union.
So Camilla Parker Bowles is to marry Prince Charles. I guess it’s morally not adultery anymore – even for people that consider marriage inviolate – since the former wife is deceased. And it will certainly remove the element of hypocrisy that dictates their separation at public events.
But on a different note: isn’t there something deliciously naughty-sounding about the title “Princess Consort?”