Just when you thought Megan Markle’s career in royal theatrics had reached its peak, another jaw-dropping tale emerges—one so outrageous it could only belong in the *Markle Chronicles*. The latest buzz comes from a CDAN blind item, suggesting that Megan, in all her sheer nightgown glory, allegedly attempted to seduce none other than Prince William himself. According to the rumor, she reportedly crept through the corridors of Kensington Palace, hoping to make him her Prince Charming for the night.
Let’s pause for a moment and unpack this. How exactly did Megan find herself prowling Kensington Palace in a silky slip, like a character straight out of a budget Bond movie? Did she misplace her map to Nottingham Cottage? Did she accidentally trip and land directly in William’s personal space? Or was this all part of some grand scheme?
Then there’s the infamous “scarf incident.” The moment where William, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world, awkwardly wrapped his scarf around his neck as if shielding himself from Megan’s presence. His body language screamed, *“Danger! Inappropriate American actress approaching!”* It was as if his instincts were on high alert, and Megan’s presence made his skin crawl.
But let’s be real here. Does anyone actually believe Megan had the opportunity to slink through Kensington Palace in her Victoria’s Secret finest without someone noticing? The palace is practically Fort Knox, with security cameras, guards, and staff who would absolutely not let a rogue duchess wander the halls like a *Real Housewives* star searching for a scandal.
And yet, the rumor persists. Perhaps because Megan wanted people to think this happened. Maybe it’s wishful thinking on her part—a narcissist’s fantasy gone wrong. After all, when narcissists face rejection, they rarely take the loss quietly. Instead, they rewrite the story.
Enter the Rose Hanbury rumors. The moment Megan allegedly realized William saw straight through her, she reportedly set her sights on destroying his reputation. What better way to shake a royal marriage than by whispering about alleged affairs? But here’s the kicker: there’s zero proof. Not one paparazzi shot of William and Rose cozying up, no sneaky photos of secret meetings—just a baseless rumor that magically surfaced right after Megan entered the scene. The timeline is suspiciously convenient.
So, what really happened? Did Megan prowl the halls of Kensington Palace dressed like an extra from *Bridget Jones’s Diary*? Or was this just another delusion—a piece of royal fanfiction that spiraled out of control? Either way, one thing is clear: William was never interested. His awkward, horrified reactions said it all. And when Megan realized she would never be queen, she did what she does best: played the victim, stirred the pot, and tried to make the real future queen suffer.
Nice try, Megan. But even in your wildest dreams, you were never getting past security.
