Kate Middleton ‘put her foot down’ to stop gory tradition for George, Louis and Charlotte
Princess Kate wasn’t afraid to ‘put her foot down’ and end a centuries-old royal tradition for the sake of her three children – George, Charlotte, and Louis – a royal author has claimed
Kate stopped the tradition in its tracks, a new book claims(Image: PA)
When it comes to her parenting style, Princess Kate takes a pretty modern approach – that’s a marked departure from how royal children were traditionally brought up inside the monarchy.
While Kate is clearly preparing her three children, Prince George, 11, Princess Charlotte, nine, and Prince Louis, six, for their royal positions, she and Prince William put nothing before the wellbeing of their kids.
When it came to one centuries-old royal tradition, that Kate thought was inappropriate for her three youngsters to be put through, she wasn’t afraid to “put her foot down” and refuse they take part, a royal author has claimed.
Tom Quinn, made the claim in his explosive upcoming new book Yes Ma’am, seen by the Mirror. The long-held tradition that Kate objected to was “blooding” which has long been a practice upheld by the royals, who often take part in blood sports like shooting and hunting.
“Blooding the royal children, a tradition in which a prince or princess’s face is smeared with the blood of his or her first kill, whether it happens to be a stag or a fox,” Quinn writes. “King Charles was blooded after his first fox was killed and after shooting his first stag. Charles’s daughter-in-law, Catherine, Princess of Wales, has put her foot down and insisted there will be no blooding for her children.”
Prince Harry provided an in-depth look into the ritual, which he went through upon his first kill, in his memoir Spare. After killing a stag, the gillie attending the hunt – Sandy – blooded Harry. “Sandy snapped at me: ‘Closer!’ Close enough to smell Sandy’s armpits. He placed a hand gently on my neck, and now I thought he was going to hug me, congratulate me. ‘Atta boy.’ Instead he pushed my head inside the carcass,” Harry wrote.
“I tried to pull away, but Sandy pushed me deeper. I was shocked by his insane strength. And by the infernal smell. My breakfast jumped up from my stomach. ‘Oh please oh please do not let me vomit inside a stag carcass.’ After a minute I couldn’t smell anything, because I couldn’t breathe. My nose and mouth were full of blood, guts, and a deep, upsetting warmth.
“Well, I thought, so this is death. The ultimate blooding. Not what I’d imagined. I went limp. Bye, all. Sandy pulled me out. I felled my lungs with fresh morning air. I started to wipe my face, which was dripping, but Sandy grabbed my hand.”
Stopping Harry from wiping the blood away, he instead encouraged him to let the blood dry on his face.
