
King Charles invites rarely-seen royal family member to summer holiday in Balmoral
A rarely-seen member of the Royal Family looks set to join King Charles and the rest of the Firm at Balmoral.
Charles officially kicked off his holiday in the Scottish Highlands earlier this week, where he is expected to be joined by multiple members of his family.
And it seems among those on the guest list is an under-the-radar member of the family, who will get to enjoy the countless outdoor activities on offer in the Aberdeenshire countryside. That's because Princess Beatrice's stepson Christopher Woolf, also known as Wolfie, is set to travel to the royals' estate with her and his dad, Beatrice's husband Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi.
Beatrice, who is also mum to daughters Sienna and Athena, will reportedly join the Balmoral getaway, along with her sister Princess Eugenie and her family, as well as their parents, Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson. A family friend told the Daily Mail: "He will enjoy a wonderful holiday of outdoor activities such as wild swimming and cycling."
Edo and Wolfie's mum, American architect Dara Huang, have tried to fiercely guard the privacy of their nine-year-old son. However, he has now made several public outings with the royals, including at Sandringham last Christmas, where he joined in with the traditional walk to church. His trip to Balmoral will also come after he spent time on holiday in Florida with his mum earlier this summer.
Wolfie played a starring role in Beatrice and Edo's royal wedding in 2020, however, as they decided to keep details of the day secret, we didn't get to see any photos of him. He acted as best man for his dad as well as a page boy.
A friend of the couple told the Daily Mail that the youngster was asked to carry out the role because they wanted to show that he is loved and embraced by Beatrice.
They said: "Bea is totally into the stepmum role. She's very concerned about getting it right and making every effort to be a second mother to Wolfie. She's totally devoted to him and talks about him all the time."
They also said that Beatrice is working hard to make sure Wolfie knows he has two families, including making sure their home is filled with photos of him.
They continued: "Bea has always been really close to Edo's family, so it's natural that Wolfie should become part of hers.
"He's a super little boy and extremely cute. It will be interesting to see what happens when they start their own family – but Bea is so caring, his happiness will always be her number one priority."
On Monday morning, Charles arrived at the Aberdeenshire castle in his state Bentley for his official welcome to Balmoral. He inspected regimental mascot Corporal Cruachan IV, a Shetland pony, as it stood with handler Corporal Rory Stewart as the monarch inspected his Royal Guard.
A Guard of Honour was held by Balaklava Company, 5th Battalion The Royal Regiment of Scotland (SCOTS) to officially welcome the King to Balmoral, although he attended a church service there on Sunday in a private capacity.
After the ceremony, there was a performance from the Pipes and Drums, formed by soldiers from across the regiment, including from the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Battalions, in a display of pageantry which was closely linked to this year's Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo.

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