The Duke and Duchess on the front steps of the 'Villa Windsor' Darlings, come closer… If walls could talk, these would ask for a cigarette and a lawyer. This is Villa Windsor. A house where one King Edward, formerly His Majesty, though one hates to be crude about it, came to evaporate. Once upon a very improper time, a king decided that ruling an empire was far less interesting than chasing an American divorcée who treated him like a particularly needy lapdog. So Edward VIII did the unthinkable. He dropped the crown like yesterday’s lover and followed Wallis Simpson to Paris, where they lived out their exile in silk robes, surrounded by bad art, worse guests, and whispers that never stopped. Tragic, truly. Of course, Europe collectively wondered whether ‘that woman’ had finally gone too far. Because Wallis Simpson did not just love Edward. She had curated him with a precision that only someone as controlled as Wallis could. She adored his devotion because it was total, public, ...