#King Frederick X

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BREAKING NEWS!!!

King Frederik X and Queen Mary will carry out state visits to Sweden (May 6-7), Norway (May 14-15), the Faroe Islands (June 11-14) and Greenland (June 29 - July 8). The Royal Yacht Dannebrog will function as the residence during those trips. | February 09, 2024

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Watching Queen Margrethe II of Denmark abdicate despite being a stone-cold anti-monarchist:

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Queen Mary then joined her husband on the balcony, where the couple also shared a sweet kiss. According to Copenhagen magazine Billed Bladet, Mary chose to wear a dress designed by Soeren Le Schmidt and sewn by Birgit Hallstein.

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History of Denmark & Succession of Frederik X & Queen Mary

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King Christian X (Christian Carl Frederik Albert Alexander Vilhelm; 1870 – 1947); King of Denmark from 1912 to his death in 1947

I want to place this remarkable individual within the context of the many royal families we discuss in this blog. He had quite an eventful and successful reign, including transitioning his country into a constitutional monarchy, but this post is just about (some) of his relatives.

He was a grandson of Christian IX and the son of the future Frederick VIII. His brother was the future Hakoon VII of Norway. His paternal aunts were Dagmar (Empress Maria Feodorovna) and Queen Alexandra of the United Kingdom. King George V, Queen Maud, and Tsar Nicholas II were his first cousins. Christian X's mother was Lovisa of Sweden.

He was raised strictly in a palace part of the Amelienborg Palace complex. He received a military education and studied at the Officers Academy.

Christian initially loved Princess Marguerite of Orleans, but his feelings were not returned, so he married Princess Alexandrine of Mecklenburg Schwerin. Alexandrine's maternal line was Romanov...her mother, Anastasia, was the daughter of Nicholas I's younger son, Grand Duke Mikhail Nikolaievich. They had two sons: Prince Frederick (1899–1972), later King Frederick IX of Denmark and Prince Knud (1900–1976)

In case you are wondering, he was 6 feet 7 inches tall.

What a dynasty Christian IX and Queen Louise gave to the world!

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5. Isis/Lohan

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@balldwin said: [ BEHIND ]: upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

Perhaps because he is the lord of his own demesne, he doesn’t knock when he enters, or announce himself beforehand—he simply opens the door and steps inside, ignoring the various noises of surprise and, in the case of one of the maids fluttering around her, outright disapproval. For her part, Astoria only spares him a smile and a raised eyebrow over her shoulder.

          She knows that look—moreover, she knows not to argue with it. “Excuse us, please,” Astoria instructs, already taking a polite step away and waving a hand vaguely towards the door. When one of the maids, a woman in her forties with a particularly earth-shaking scowl, opens her mouth in protest, he cuts in before she can, voice smooth and sharp at once.

          “No need for you to dress her when I’ll be undoing all your work in a moment,” he says with the arrogant nonchalance of the obscenely wealthy and spectacularly powerful; one of the younger maids lets a giggle escape before slapping a hand over her mouth in embarrassment, and eventually all three of them have filed out of the room. Even before they’ve closed the door behind them Baldwin is behind her, hands settling at her sides, nose tucked in her loose hair; they are, as ever, a picture of perfection, wedded bliss to an extreme. It had been at once brilliant and impossibly stupid of her to recommend marriage as a cover a decade before and she is suffering for it now, all too aware of the way his fingers fit against her ribs, their skin separated by only the thin layer of her shift.

          He should step back once the door has closed and there’s no audience for whom he could continue the charade. He doesn’t. Astoria is absurdly grateful for it. “You’ll have to lace me into my corset,” she says after a beat. “I can’t do it myself.” But the last thing Baldwin seems interested in is giving her more layers; instead, he lets one of his hands skim across her abdomen, low over her stomach, before settling on the opposite hip, and he tugs her closer to him until her back is flush against his chest. He lifts his other hand, a small, folded square of paper between his fingers. When she takes it and opens it, he lifts his head to read over her shoulder, his newly-freed hand mirroring the first before settling against her side.

          “You made an impression on my father,” he observes dryly, and Astoria lets out a spectacularly graceless snort of laughter as she reads.

          “A good impression,” she retorts, and Baldwin doesn’t argue. She’ll count that as a victory. “I confess, though—when he said I might be useful I expected something a bit more... clandestine, I suppose, than this.”

          Perhaps she’s getting used to him. She’s managed to maintain her composure, which is a victory, even if it’s taking far more energy and attention than she thinks it should to do so. Even with her acute awareness of his hands on her, she’s managed to contain the strangled noise sitting at the back of her throat, the shiver that usually follows such attentive touch. As if reading her thoughts, he taps one of his fingers idly against her hip before sweeping his thumb back and forth over the fabric of her shift, and without fail the strangled noise claws its way out of her. much to his obvious amusement. In retaliation, she presses back against him, but it’s a futile gesture: he simply tightens his arms around her, holding her in place, leaving Astoria to try not to whine.

          So. Not used to him at all.

          “It’s an interesting choice, throwing another Catholic at the problem.” He says Catholic with the same idle disgust with which she says horse shit, though she’s grown fond of his teasing, even on a matter such as her faith. “Particularly at a wedding.”

          But Philippe isn’t simply offering up just another Catholic. He’s offering up a Catholic woman. Whatever else Elizabeth Stuart might be, she is no doubt in need of friends. Where Matthew had apparently failed to win the Prince-Elector’s favor, Astoria—charming and clever and cunning—might gain ground with his young bride. The note in her hands is brief, a short list of names and titles she must commit to memory, and when she’s done that she folds it again, to tuck away in the event that she needs the reminder later.

          Westminster is buzzing with activity, Whitehall alive with movement; a royal wedding is cause for celebration, even when the groom, if rumor is to be believed, fails to meet the king’s standards for his daughter. But sweet Elizabeth seems fond of her Frederick, and she has enjoyed Astoria’s company in the past, and if her favor can be kept, it gives them another way in to Bohemia, after some falling out between Philippe and Rudolf some twenty years ago, a falling out Philippe refuses to explain to anyone.

          (The only discussion he had allowed on the subject had been an imperious decree that if the Habsburgs cared so little for the support of the de Clermonts, perhaps the de Clermonts were best served by seeking out Habsburg enemies. And here he had looked between Astoria, sitting at Baldwin’s desk, and Baldwin standing behind her, one hand on her shoulder as he watched his father, before offering one of his mercurial smiles. “No need to get attached,” he’d added. “The Emperor will learn his place.” He’d left them both confused, and once he’d left the house to hunt Astoria and Baldwin found themselves sharing one of the more comfortable chairs, Astoria having dropped into his lap under the guise of being able to speak quietly and without being overheard, Baldwin taking the opportunity to quiz her on her Czech by refusing to answer her in any other language until he let out a sigh and a murmur of we’ll work on that before shifting to German.)

          “I doubt anyone will be paying much attention to me, Catholic or no,” she answers with a huff of laughter, and the hand at her hip falls a bit lower, grazing the top of her thigh, just in time for the laugh to become a low, keening whine.

          “Don’t underestimate people,” he warns, bowing his head so that his lips are at her ear, and when Astoria feels the telltale shiver shooting through her Baldwin’s arms tighten as if he means to pull her under his skin. “What would keep anyone from paying attention to you?”

          “The princess, for one.” But Astoria’s retort is strangled, her voice odd even to her own ear. The door behind them opens and she catches the scent of the younger of the maids, hovering anxiously as if waiting for the right moment to interrupt, to insist that the lady must be dressed. Baldwin’s hold on her slackens for only a moment and she takes full advantage, turning in his arms. Her palms rest lightly against his chest, fingers tapping an idle rhythm, and she tips her head to the side and offers him her most indulgent smile. And even with the fierce blush staining her cheeks and the hoarseness of her voice, she knows he’s not immune to her, any more than she is to him. “It’s bad form to let the bride know your eyes are anywhere else.”

          One of her hands glides across his chest to curl against the side of his neck, her thumb brushing along his jaw. Baldwin has sixteen centuries on her, enough to have taught him self control, and she revels in the little signs he can’t hide—the darkening of his eyes as one of his hands drags to the small of her back to keep her held as close to him as he can manage; the flex of his fingers against her side, like he wants to press beneath her rib cage and hold her beating heart in his hand; the way that he leans forward until they’re nearly nose to nose, perhaps ignoring their silent audience, more likely enjoying any opportunity to push Astoria. Proof that he thinks of her the way she thinks of him—proof that her desire to be claimed is not without cause. Proof that she hasn’t imagined it all.

          (Someday he’s going to push farther still, audience or no, and he’ll take what she holds up to him in offering.)

          “Will you keep your focus on the task at hand, if the bride will demand all of your attention?”

          “Baldwin.” And she says his name like it’s something holy; she wants to let it sit on her tongue like the body and blood, untouched as it becomes a part of her. “It’s not Elizabeth I fear will hold my attention.”

          He grins, then, falls silent for long enough that Astoria forgets entirely that there’s anyone else in the room. When he speaks, she nearly stumbles into him, startled by the reminder that anything else could possibly exist besides him, and his clever hands, and his smile. “I know,” he says, loud enough for the maid to hear. “My wife needs to be dressed. Bring me her corset.” As the maid clears her throat, sounding chagrined at being acknowledged, and shuffles across the room, Baldwin brings his lips to Astoria’s ear again with a quiet turn around.

          He laces her tightly enough that, were she human, it might be painful, but as she is, it feels like a challenge.

          (Someday he’ll take what she offers and she won’t know what to do with herself besides beg him not to let her go.)

          She references the list of names and titles again before she leaves her room, all knowledge of everything but him forgotten in favor of the memory of his hands.

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Stone ceremony for a wind farm factory

The Danish wind energy giant Vestas celebrates the laying of the cornerstone in Szczecin in the presence of the King of Denmark.

Vestas, a global partner of the renewable energy industry in the field of sustainable energy solutions, has laid the foundation stone for the planned offshore wind plant in Szczecin.

Cornerstone for the planned offshore wind farm factory in Szczecin

The ceremony with the participation of His Majesty - Frederick X King of Denmark, official representatives of the governments of Poland and Denmark and business partners took place on February 2 at Ostrów Grabowski. It highlights Vestas' ambition to create an offshore wind energy center in Poland, which will help in the energy transformation and increase Europe's energy security.

Vestas In October 2022, Vestas announced that it would launch a nacelle and hub assembly factory for its flagship V236-15.0-MW wind turbine in Szczecin. The factory will be launched in 2025 and will generate approximately 700 new jobs in the Szczecin area. In this way, the company will almost double its employment in Poland, as it already employs 800 people.

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Masterlist

Hi, I'm Circe! Welcome to my list of random writings written from random bursts of thoughts and ideas!

Alastor, The Radio Demon — Hazbin Hotel

{The Spirit's Favourite Human} _ Completed

[Human!Alastor x Spirit of the Forest!Reader] Part 1 — Part 2 — Random Moment — Meet the Demon (Ask)

Spin-off Series — You and Cursed Cat Alastor (ask)

{Angelic Doctor} _ Completed

[Human!Alastor x Disguised Angel!Reader] Part 1 — Part 2 — Random Moment — Meet the Demon (Ask)

{Demonic Companion} _ Completed

[Alastor x Human!Reader] Part 1 — Part 2 — Random Moment

Spin-off Series — Something's wrong with your lover + Angst moments over love = Requested — What if the lover is a killer? = Requested — Reader's demon design + What if LK arrives in Hell = Semi-Requested

{Contracted Love} _ Completed

[Alastor x Crush of Contractor!Reader] Story — Random Moment

{Their Twist In Time} _ Completed

[Time-travelled Human!Alastor x Time User!Reader] Part 1 — Part 2 — Random Moment

{Darkest Confession} = Requested _ Completed

[Human!Alastor x Serial Killer Enthusiast!Reader] Ask — Part 1 — Part 2

{Following The Script}

[Human & Demon!Alastor x Isekai!Reader] Somewhat ask (clarification) — Story

{Cuddles of Another Kind} = Requested (headcanons) _ Completed

[Lucifer x Reader x Alastor] Ask — Story

{Chime of Madness} = Requested _ Completed

[Human!Alastor x Mimzy's Performer!Reader] Ask — Story

{Gift} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x Cupid!Reader] Ask — Story

{The Boy & The Witch} = Requested

[Human!Alastor x Witch!Reader] Ask — Part 1 — Part 2

{His Killer} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x Male Hunter!Reader] No romance or platonic element Ask — Story

{The Raven's Deer} _ Completed

[Alastor x Zestial’s Little Sibling!Reader] Part 1 — Part 2 = Requested — Bonus headcanon

{Sleeping Romance} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x Tired Sleepy!Reader] Ask — Story

{The Black Leash} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x High-ranked Hellborn Contractor!Reader] Ask — Story

{The Cat On His Shoulders} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x Demonic Cat!Reader] Ask — Story

{Unwanted Soul} = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader] All links have been moved to its new - {US} Masterlist -

{Gone Too Young} = Collab

[Yandere!Human & Demon!Alastor x Male BFF!Reader] - Platonic Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — (more parts coming)

{Game of Guessing} = Requested _ Completed

[Alastor x Great Grandchild!Reader] - Platonic Ask — Story

{Nightmare Catcher} = Requested (headcanons) _ Completed

[Alastor | Vox | Lucifer x Nightmare!Reader] _ separated Ask — Story

{You Think It’s That Easy?} = Requested _ Completed

[Yandere Human!Alastor x Arranged Marriage!Reader] Ask (1) — Ask (2) — Part 1 — Part 2

{Collection of Overlords} = Requested

[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader] Ask — Part 1 — Part 1.5 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 Reader's Design Trick's Design

Trivia Asks: — Your background + relationship with Lucifer — You know a lot more than you let on — Are you a seraphim? — Your dynamic with Lucifer and Lilith (not set) — Your reaction to Alastor using his mother's last name — The missing flame/skull Overlord — Who's Frederick? — New pet: Cursed Cat Alastor — [after part 4] Valentino's f**ked — Cages Lore + A bit of power/ability reveal — Other Overlords ask Alastor why he’s favoured — Are you an ace or some form of it? + Another related one — [after part 6] Does Alastor have Stockholm syndrome? (think of this as part 6.5) — You and the 7 Sins — What if Charlie accidentally hurt you? — What happens if you meet Adam or anyone else in Heaven? Will you help the extermination battle? — About the deal made in Episode 7 — Are you capable of feeling romance?

Lucifer Morningstar, The King of Hell — Hazbin Hotel

{Cuddles of Another Kind} = Requested (headcanons)

[Lucifer x Reader x Alastor] Ask — Story

{Nightmare Catcher} = Requested (headcanons)

[Alastor | Vox | Lucifer x Nightmare!Reader] _ separated Ask — Story

Vox, The TV Demon — Hazbin Hotel

{Nightmare Catcher} = Requested (headcanons)

[Alastor | Vox | Lucifer x Nightmare!Reader] _ separated Ask — Story

Hazbin Hotel

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[Hazbin Hotel x 3 Powers Granted!Reader] Ask — Story

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Characters I'll write for: Alastor (mainly); Lucifer, Vox (under consideration and depend on idea)

Reader Settings: I tend to set the reader as gender-neutral, otherwise, I am most comfortable with female-based reader inserts. Without any particular reason for the gender, it will be set as neutral

I do NOT write for SMUT and NSFW requests, like formerly stated. No ifs, or buts, or depending. If I see it in my inbox, I'll shut down the request function altogether.

You can check my works to see what kind of requests were sent and done to avoid repeated ideas or see the range of my genre.

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(I'm specifically talking about the one requested that is repeatedly sent to me about Yandere!Alastor x Deaf!Reader)

I have full right to decide NOT to write for that specific request at the end of the day. Like you are here to enjoy reading fanfics, I am here to enjoy writing them and receiving new ideas and comments on my work. Thank you.

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Happy Black History 🫶🏽

Couldn't forget our Beautiful Black Men

Their Names are presented below, In chronological order from top to bottom.

Martin Luther King ( Minister & Activist)

Malcolm X ( Minister & Activist)

James Baldwin ( Writer & Activist)

Langston Hughes ( Poet & Activist)

Thurgood Marshall ( Lawyer & Jurist)

Jackie Robinson ( Baseball player)

Jessie Jackson ( Minister & Activist)

W.E.B Dubois ( Activist, Author, & Historian)

Frederick Douglas (Writer)

Little Richard ( Singer & Pianist)

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Why Get Angry at Helen? Genesis (3:13) // Eve, Anna Lea Merritt // Agamemnon, Aeschylus (tr. by Anne Carson) // The Tale's Worth Telling: A Thematic Comparison of Homer's Iliad and Malory's Morte D'Arthur (x) // Love's Shadow, Frederick Sandys // Guinevere, Lord Alfred Tennyson // The Winter King, Bernard Cornwell // Helen of Troy, Frederick Sandys // Guenevere, Sara Teasdale // The Faerie Queene, Edmund Spenser // La Belle Dame Sans Merci, Frank Dicksee // Pandora's Jar: Women in the Greek Myths, Natalie Haynes // Psyche Opening The Golden Box, John William Waterhouse

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Today In History

Ossie Davis was born in Cogdell, GA, on this date December 18, 1917. The highly successful writer, director, actor, and producer established a phenomenal career, remaining throughout a strong voice for artists’ rights, human dignity, and social justice.

Mr. Davis made his Broadway debut in 1946 in Jeb, where he met his wife and fellow actress, Ruby Dee. He went on to perform in many Broadway productions, including Anna Lucasta, The Wisteria Trees, Green Pastures, Jamaica, Ballad for Bimshire, A Raisin in the Sun, The Zulu and the Zayda, and the stage version of I’m Not Rappaport. In 1961, he wrote and starred in the critically acclaimed Purlie Victorious.

Ossie Davis was a leading activist in the civil rights era of the 1960s. He joined Martin Luther King, Jr., in the crusade for jobs and freedom and to help raise money for the Freedom Riders. He eulogized both Martin Luther King, Jr. and Malcolm X at their funerals and remained an activist throughout his life.

He received innumerable honors including the Hall of Fame Award for Outstanding Artistic Achievement in 1989; the U.S. National Medal for the Arts in 1995; the New York Urban League Frederick Douglas Award; NAACP Image Award; and the Screen Actor’s Guild Lifetime Achievement Award in 2001. Ossie Davis enjoyed a long and luminous career in entertainment along with his wife and fellow performer, stage and screen collaborator, and political activist, Ruby Dee.

CARTER™ Magazine

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by Coleman Hughes

As with every society on Earth, there is racism in Israel. But the truth is that if you’re looking for the closest analogue to the racist propaganda experienced by blacks in European-offshoot societies, you will find it not on the Israeli side but on the Palestinian side. Consider the ghoulish, antisemitic TV programs that indoctrinate Palestinian children. There is no Israeli equivalent. 

There is yet another inconvenient fact for those who want to reduce the Israeli-Arab conflict to a competition between European settlers and people of color: the majority of Israeli Jews are not European. They are Mizrahi Jews—hailing from the Middle East and North Africa. What’s more, it is not the European Jews but the Mizrahi Jews—who are difficult to visually distinguish from Palestinians—that form most of the voting base of the right-wing parties that Israel’s critics consider to be the truly racist ones. 

When ideologues co-opt the African American freedom struggle and compare it to the Palestinian national movement, they do black Americans a grave disservice. Black Americans (aside from a fringe) did not seek to dominate and destroy white society, as Martin Luther King Jr. emphasized frequently in his speeches. African Americans pursued equality before the law and better economic circumstances. In black history, you can find the occasional Nat Turner, the slave who led a rebellion and advocated killing all whites. But compared to the leaders of the struggle—giants like Frederick Douglass and Martin Luther King—radicals like Turner amount to a footnote in the black American struggle for equality. 

Even early Malcolm X, the most prominent mouthpiece for black radicalism, was not interested in a violent takeover whereby blacks would run all of America and render whites second-class citizens. When he expressed black nationalism as more than a metaphor, he made clear that he was interested in a partitioning of black and white states inside America or a black ethnostate somewhere outside of America entirely.

Palestinian leaders, by contrast, seek dominion over all the land existing between the Jordan River and the Mediterranean Sea. Some, like Hamas, have even more radical ambitions: a global Islamic caliphate. Palestinian leaders have rejected every partition offer they have ever received: the Peel Commission in 1937, the UN partition of 1947, the offers made at Camp David as well as the Clinton Parameters in 2000, and Olmert’s proposal in 2008. In the Palestinian national movement, the common denominator has been the rejection of a Jewish state of any size and scope, as well as the unyielding demand for nothing less than a Palestinian Arab state to subsume Israel: “from the river to the sea,” as the chant goes. 

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Photographs: 1 and 2: Alexandrine of Mecklenburg-Schwerin; 3. Alexandrine and Christian X; 4: From left to right, Alexandrine with her son Frederick on her lap, Christian X, Alexandrine's mother Grand Duchess Anastasia Mikhailovna (Grand Duchess Anastasia of Mecklenburg-Schwerin), Princess Alexandra of Hanover (wife of Alexandrine's brother, sitting next to her: Frederick Francis IV of Mecklenburg-Schwerin; 5: The Danish Royal Family: Queen Alexandrine, King Christian X and their 2 children: Prince Frederick and Prince Knud; 6. From left to right: Prince Knud, Queen Alexandrine of Denmark, Cecilie, Crown Princess of Germany, Christian X with his son Frederick standing in front of him, Princess Alexandra of Hanover and Grand Duke Frederick Francis IV of Mecklenburg-Schwerin

Alexandrine of Mecklenburg-Schwerin (1879 – 1952) was the elder child and first daughter of Frederick Francis III, Grand Duke of Mecklenburg-Schwerin and of Grand Duchess Anastasia Mikhailovna of Russia, a grandchild of Nicholas I (and hence the Romanov connection, which will appear at other junctions). Alexandrine was Queen of Denmark from 1912 to 1947 and Queen of Iceland from 1918 to 1944 as the spouse of King Christian X.

Alexandrine younger siblings were: Her only brother, Duke Frederick Francis, who in 1897 succeeded their father as Fredrick Francis IV, Grand Duke of Mecklenburg-Schwerin, and her only sister Duchess Cecilie, who married the German Crown Prince Wilhelm of Prussia, eldest son of German Emperor William II (but never got to reign.) So both Alexandrine and Cecilie's ancestry was mostly German but being great-granddaughters of Nicholas I (through their mother), there were certainly Romanovs (we all know that by the twentieth century the Romanovs were mostly of German descent.) Queen Alexandrine and King Christian X had two children, Prince Frederik (IX) and Prince Knud (later hereditary prince).

Queen Alexandrine played the piano to an almost professional standard. She was of a shy disposition and had difficulty getting used to public attention during her first years as queen. She preferred to avoid the media limelight but performed her functions in an exemplary manner. In the home, she was responsible for her two boys' education. Queen Alexandrine undertook extensive charity work until her death and was an avid golf player and photographer who also produced needlework to a high standard.