Mette-Marit: Neue Informationen zu ihrer Gesundheit sorgen für Aufmerksamkeit

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Königin Mette-Marit: Warum ihre Gesundheit weiterhin besondere Aufmerksamkeit erhält
Rund um das Storting sind norwegische Flaggen zu sehen, während sich das Land auf einen bedeutenden Moment vorbereitet. König Haakon VIII. soll offiziell schwören, die norwegische Verfassung zu wahren und damit ein neues Kapitel für das Königshaus einzuleiten.
Für die königliche Familie treffen dabei innerhalb weniger Tage große Veränderungen aufeinander. Nach dem Abschied von König Harald V. richtet sich der Blick nun auf die neue Rolle von König Haakon VIII. und auf die kommenden Aufgaben der Familie.
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