Oh Unhappy Fate

What's a prince of the House of Windsor
to do when his grandma is so mean to him?
The covenant as he knows it, is shattered
and it is nought to do with him. Bred in
his purple blood he knows his royal
prerogatives. Where now can he turn
betrayed by all but those entranced by
his free-wheeling celebrity? To that manner
born was he, inherited from the mum whose
absence he mourns. A thespian he, with a
penchant for costumery and Tomfoolery
for whom the forbidden held an estimable
attraction as he raged against conformity
and basked in the glare of publicity gaining
admiration from rank commoners' penchant
in aversion from social niceties. Suffering
the ultimate pathology of love and hate in
his dodgy connection with a public passion
for royal disgraces he has, like another
sought to right royally bring discomfort
to the royal family. Yet he has matured, the
impish non-conformist become a family
man, discovering a persona so alike that
of the mum he lost; addicted to attention
serene in her ego, tempting the paparazzo
while railing against loss of privacy, poor
soul. How traumatic to finally discover that
though entitled, he does not make the rules
to do as he wishes while retaining titles and
 public largesse. So what then is a prince to 
do downgraded to junior Duke and Duchess?