#Duke of Clarence

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Alfred Gilbert's "St. Michael", a version of a figure from the tomb of the Duke of Clarence, Windsor.

[taliesin-the-bored]

Wait a minute...

Edward the Third was an Arthuriana nerd who named his son after Sir Lionel, and...

...made up a title for him, which....

...had previously existed in Arthuriana and didn't refer to a place. Coincidence?

Probably.

Well, darn. That would've been very interesting. Then again, maybe the knowledge that Edward III was such a nerd he named his son after Sir Lionel is enough to ask.

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Frederica, Princess Royal of Prussia, Shortly to be Duchess of York, Presented to King George III

Artist: Richard Livesay (British, 1750-1826)

Date: 1791

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Royal Collection Trust, United Kingdom

Description

Frederica was the eldest daughter of Frederick William II, King of Prussia. Her marriage to the Duke of York, George III’s second son, took place on 29 September 1791. The scene is set in an entrance hall, with the King and Queen standing in the centre. The Duke of York, sponsoring the introduction, is seen advancing from the right. The King is surrounded by the Princesses, and to the right are shown the Prince of Wales (next to the Queen) and the Duke of Clarence.

[dreamconsumer]

George Fitzclarence, 1st Earl of Munster (1794-1842).

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14 January 1892

Today is the 132nd anniversary of the death of dear Prince Albert Victor, second on the British throne after his father, Prince Edward of Wales (later King Edward VII).

the Prince fell ill with influenza during the 1889-1892 pandemic. As time passed, his symptoms worsened and eventually developed into pneumonia. Prince Albert Victor died at Sandringham House on 14th January 1892, less than a week after his 28th birthday. He was surrounded by his parents; his brother, George; his sisters, Maud and Victoria; and three physicians and three nurses.

Dear Eddie on his deathbed

The nation was shocked by his sudden death and fell into a state of mourning. The Prince of Wales wrote to his mother, the Queen, exclaiming how “gladly would I have given my life for his”. George was equally as devastated and wrote “how deeply I did love him”. Alexandra never recovered from her son’s death and continued to keep his room as a shrine.

After his death, the distraught Prince of Wales wrote to Queen Victoria:

“Little did I think I should ever have to write to you on so melancholy a subject, or that our beloved Eddy would have gone before me; but it has been willed otherwise. What we went through for 8 hours watching poor dear Eddy from 2 to 10 this morning, I shall never forget. Poor Boy, he battled so strongly against death… The 3 Doctors & 3 Nurses showed the utmost skill & endurance. The poison of that horrid Influenza had got into the dear Boy’s brain & lungs, & baffled all science… We always say God’s will be done, & it is right to say & think so, but it does seem hard to rob us of our eldest son, on the eve of his marriage. Gladly would I have given my life for his, as I put no value on mine.”

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Last letters between princess Hélène of Orléans and Prince Albert Victor, Duke of Clarence.

"My dear Eddy, It is with deep sorrow that I write to you, for what I have to tell you costs me a great deal and I need all my courage. I have always flattered myself with the illusion that what is not possible today will one day perhaps become possible—and you know how much I have longed for this. Alas, I see clearly that I was wrong; a marriage will always be impossible, the political obstacles are unsurmountable and as for those raised by my religion, I cannot dishonour you and [| will not cast them aside. In spite of all the suffering it costs me, | am forced to renounce the happiness I have dreamed of and with this letter I bid you farewell. I owe it to you, to your parents, to the Queen, who has been so kind to me, not to stand in the way of what England expects from you. I must ask you to release me from my word; I return to you that which, in my illusion, | truly felt able to accept, and, at the same time, I send back the things which were so precious to me, but which I have no right to keep. I ask you to show this letter to your parents. I beg you, do not try to fight against my decision, it is irrevocable, we must not see one another again. Do your duty as an English Prince without hesitation and forget me. Hélène"

"My dearest Hélène,

No words can possibly describe the misery I felt on reading your letter given me by your dear Mama, and I can hardly bring myself to believe that you or your own free will have decided that all should be over between us two, and that your decision is irrevocable, and that it is an utter impossibility for you ever to change your religion, even for my sake. You well know how deeply rooted my devotion for you is, and it almost breaks my heart to think that our lives must be spent apart. Of course, | suppose | ought to try and submit to your parents and your own decision, but it seems to me impossible to realise that such is to be our fate. God bless you and may He help us both to do what is right. Though the cross is laid upon us, it is indeed a heavy one to bear. Yours, Eddy".

[travelling-my-little-pony]

October is a month when Blossomforth goes to look at ghost signs!

Ghost signs (or ghost adverts) are old signs, often hand painted, on buildings. The products they are advertising often don’t exist any more.

This ghost sign for the former Duke of Clarence pub (turned into the Bloated Mallard) is in Hampton Hill, in Surrey, England.

(And since I took these photo it has been turned back into the Duke of Clarence!)

[intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd]

GEORGE DUKE OF CLARENCE

GEORGE PLANTAGENET, DUKE OF CLARENCE

1449-1478

Brother of King Edward IV and Richard III, War of the Roses, was drowned in wine

George of Clarence was the son of Richard of York and Cecily Neville and was a claimant to the English throne. His brother Edward IV reigned from 1460-1483, and George was heir to the throne.

During Edward IV’s reign, George was jealous, impatient, and power-hungry. The Earl of Warwick ‘Warwick the Kingmaker’ influenced George in 1468 to rebel against Edward IV and told him he wanted him on the throne instead. George was married to Warwick’s daughter Isabel. However, Warwick actually wanted to replace Edward IV with the previous king, Henry VI. Henry VI’s son Edward the ‘Prince of Wales’ was married to Warwick’s daughter, Anne.

Warwick’s plan was successful, but not for long. In, 1471, Edward IV went into battle to gain his throne back, knowing he was losing the battle, George quickly deflected back to his brother’s side after he fell out with Warwick. During the battle, Prince Edward died and Warwick was defeated and killed, Henry VI was murdered in mysterious circumstances.

George had been in a continual rivalry with his younger brother Richard and tensions arose when Edward IV awarded Richard for remaining loyal to him. Richard wanted to marry Anne Neville, Warwick’s daughter who was incredibly wealthy. George attempted to prevent this by hiding her in his kitchen and dressing her up as a kitchen maid. Richard discovered her and married her.

In 1476, George’s wife Isabel died after giving birth to their son and George unfairly accused one of her servants of poisoning her. After a trial; the servant was found guilty and hanged after George had compelled the hasty judgment.

George continued to scheme against his brother and spread rumors that Edward IV was a bastard and had no claim to the throne. George who was behaving irrationally was arrested, imprisoned in the Tower of London, and charged with high treason.

George denied the charges; however he was executed on 18 February 1478 by drowning in a barrel of wine; at his own request, as he loved to drink.

Edward IV died of an illness in 1483, and the throne went to his heir and son Edward V, Richard III snatched the throne from him and Edward V and his younger brother disappeared (most likely murdered). Richard III lost his throne during battle and King Henry VII became the first Tudor monarch.

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HRH Prince Albert Victor - Duke of Clarence and Avondale Royal Navy Lieutenant

[funstealer]

Alfred Gilbert's "St. Elizabeth of Hungary". a version of a figure from the tomb of the Duke of Clarence, Windsor.

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Inverted: Chapter One

A fictional story based on bridgerton

Dearest gentle reader,

As the season unfurls its petals with the promise of new alliances and courtships, it is with a flourish of my quill that I, Lady Whistledown, bring to light the latest commotion stirring the hearts and ambitions of our illustrious ton. The arrival of the Duke of Clarence, with the avowed intent of seeking a bride, has set the wheels of rumor and matchmaking into a frenetic whirlwind.

The Duke, a gentleman of considerable charm and position, has not only captured the imaginations of our city's young ladies but has also sent their matriarchs into a flurry of strategizing and scheming. The air is thick with anticipation, and the salons and ballrooms of London buzz with whispers of potential matches. Yet, it is not solely the Duke's eligible status that has the ton in a tizzy, but also whispers of a most magnificent gemstone necklace in his possession—a bauble so exquisite, it is rumored to rival even the resplendence of the royal jewels themselves.

This tantalizing tidbit has added fuel to the matrimonial fire, with every mama of marriageable daughters dreaming of seeing such a necklace grace the décolletage of her offspring. The fervor has reached such heights that the modistes of our city find themselves besieged by a veritable army of matriarchs, each more desperate than the last to commission gowns that will render their daughters irresistible to the Duke's discerning eye. It is a scene of such comic desperation that one cannot help but be amused at the lengths to which these ambitious matriarchs will go to secure a match.

In this grand game of matrimonial chess, where mothers maneuver and daughters dazzle, the Duke of Clarence remains the most coveted prize. Yet, as every seasoned player knows, the outcome of the game is as unpredictable as the English weather. Will the Duke find his bride among the bevy of beauties vying for his attention, or will the allure of the gemstone necklace prove to be the most decisive matchmaker of all?

As the season unfolds, rest assured, dear readers, that I shall keep a vigilant eye on developments, ready to share the latest gossip and intrigue. For in the world of high society, where fortunes can be made or lost with a single dance, the next twist in the tale is but a heartbeat away.

Lady Whistledown

In the quiet hours of the morning, when the world outside the Hawthorne estate was still cloaked in the soft embrace of dawn, the young Miss Amelia Hawthorne found herself ensconced in the comforting confines of her bedchamber, a frown marring her usually serene features. Her faithful lady in waiting, Grace, moved about the room with the silence and efficiency that had always characterized her service, but even her gentle presence could not soothe the tempest brewing within Amelia.

"Mama insists I must look 'just so' for the Duke of Clarence," Amelia lamented, her voice a blend of frustration and resignation as she sat upright in her bed, the luxurious quilts pooling around her waist. “As if the right gown or the perfect hairstyle could sway the heart of a duke!"

Grace, placing a carefully selected array of dresses upon the chaise for Amelia’s inspection, offered a sympathetic smile. "It's not just the gown or the hair, Miss Amelia. It's the grace with which you wear them, and nobody can rival your grace when you set your mind to it."

Amelia sighed, her gaze drifting to the window where the first light of day began to erase the shadows of the night. "And now, with Lady Whistledown's latest issue, the entire ton will descend upon our home, each lady dressed in her very best, all vying for the Duke's attention. It is absurd! I must compete in my own house for the affections of a man I do not even want."

Grace continued her tasks, her movements graceful and measured. "Miss Amelia, if I may be so bold, it's not a competition if your heart is not in it to win it. Perhaps this is an opportunity to show not just the Duke, but everyone, that you are more than just a beautiful face to be admired. You have wit, intelligence, and kindness—qualities that far outshine any jewel or gown."

Amelia’s frown deepened, the corners of her mouth turning down in thought. "But what of my parents' expectations? They so dearly want this match, or any advantageous match, really. It feels as though I'm trapped in a play where I know not my lines nor the plot."

Grace approached Amelia, her expression earnest. "Your parents want your happiness above all, Miss Amelia. Perhaps it's time to have a frank conversation with them about what truly makes you happy. Besides, who's to say the Duke won't see and appreciate the real you, beyond the silk and satin?"

Amelia chuckled, a brief respite from her worries. "Imagine that, Grace. A Duke who looks beyond the surface. Lady Whistledown would have a field day writing about such a novelty."

The moment of levity between Amelia and Grace was abruptly interrupted as the door to the bedchamber flew open with a burst of youthful energy. In tumbled Amelia’s younger sisters, Lily and Rose, their faces alight with excitement and curiosity, a stark contrast to the contemplative mood that had enveloped the room moments before.

“Mama was trying to stop us, but we simply had to know!” Lily exclaimed, her eyes wide with the thrill of the forbidden interruption.

Rose, barely catching her breath from the excitement, chimed in, “Is it true, Amelia? Will you really be marrying the Duke of Clarence? Will we truly be sisters to a duchess?”

Their bombardment of questions was closely followed by the appearance of their mother at the doorway, her expression a mix of exasperation and apology. “Girls, I told you to wait. Amelia needs her rest before tonight’s ball,” she scolded gently, yet her eyes held a softness that spoke of her understanding of their excitement.

Turning to Amelia, she offered an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, my dear. They’ve been quite beside themselves since hearing the news of the Duke’s attendance tonight. You know how children can be, always dreaming of fairy tales and grandeur.”

Amelia, despite the earlier tension and her own reservations, couldn’t help but laugh at the infectious enthusiasm of her sisters. Their innocence and excitement momentarily lifted the weight from her shoulders, reminding her of the joy and wonder she herself had felt at their age.

“Lily, Rose,” Amelia began, her voice laced with affection and a hint of playful reprimand, “there’s no talk of marriage yet. Tonight is simply a ball, a chance for us all to enjoy the company of friends and perhaps make some new ones. And as for becoming sisters to a duchess, well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

The young girls giggled, their imaginations already running wild with the possibilities that the evening could bring. Their mother, taking advantage of their brief distraction, ushered them towards the door, promising more details later if they behaved and allowed Delilah to prepare in peace.

As the room quieted once more, Amelia turned to Grace, a small smile playing on her lips. “Thank you, Grace. For everything. No matter what tonight brings, I’m glad to have you and my family by my side.”

Grace returned the smile, her eyes warm with affection. “Always, Miss Amelia. Now, let’s make sure you’re ready to dazzle them all, not for the Duke or for Lady Whistledown, but for yourself.”

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GEORGE PLANTAGENET (d. February 18, 1478)

"The drowning was one of the main reasons I took the role. I'm more than happy to do my own stunts because I've done plenty of that with The Borgias, but this was a tough one! I went to the director and the writer with a picture of a wooden carving by Philip Poteaux which showed George being held by three men and dunked backwards. They agreed that we should do it like that, but instead of wine we used diluted grape juice. It would have been quite dangerous to heat, so after being dunked a dozen times I was pretty cold. I was wearing a back support on so they could pivot me over the edge of the barrel safely, but I had my hands bound so there was no way I could pull myself out! I was just hoping that they wouldn't leave me in there too long! The first time we went back for about five seconds to see what it was like. Because you're going backwards, everything goes straight up your nose. I soon learned then that I needed to breathe out of my nose as I went under. I also had to keep my eyes open because we had an underwater camera, so the sugar was getting really painful - by the end I was quite delirious! What's more, the grape juice also mixed with my ear wax and my ears were all blocked up too - I had to get them syringed afterwards. A make-up artist was looking after me and she said I was wobbling around, not knowing what was going on and babbling complete nonsense to her. We did about 16 dunks in the end - by the end I felt like I'd drowned a couple of times at least! I'll never touch the stuff again, [laughs] It's disgusting!" — DAVID OAKES

[blueberry-bubbles130]

Alright everyone here’s a very stupid question!

Also yes. I have personally read fanfiction about every single one of these figures listed in the poll.

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