As Charles, 75, left Clarence House this morning for his outpatient cancer treatment in London, he waved to people crossing the street.
It was sad news last night that Lady Gabriella’s “much-loved” husband Thomas Kingston had died. Charles and Queen Camilla paid tribute to him.
“The King and The Queen have been told of Thomas’s death and join Prince and Princess Michael of Kent and everyone who knew him in their grief over the loss of a much-loved family member,” they said.
“In particular, Their Majesties send their most heartfelt thoughts and prayers to Gabriella and to all the Kingston family.”
The royal, who was 45 years old, was discovered dead on Sunday night.
Because they are both great-grandchildren of King George V, Lady Gabriella is the King’s second cousin.
Someone “who lit up the lives of all who knew him” would be remembered as her “exceptional” husband, she said.
Yesterday, Charles didn’t make it to the service to honor the late King Constantine of Greece.
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