#bertie windsor

[for-valour]

Bertie and a friend ☺️

c. 1942

[thataestheticpersons-blog]

I hyperfixiate too much on fictional queer idiots

[davbertieloml]

Wishing you a Happy New Year!🥂✨️

[spiritundaunted]

Remembrance Day 1936

King Edward VIII pictured with his brothers Prince Albert, Duke of York and Prince George, Duke of Kent, during Remembrance Day ceremonies.

Strange to think this was just a month prior to the Abdication, when Albert would have to take on the role of King from his brother. Wondering what was going through their minds.

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

Little Princess David and Bertie of York (later Kings Edward VIII and George VI) photographed in the pram, 1896

Source: Princess Victoria of Wales’s albums

[ykzzr]

King George V and his eldest sons Edward Prince of Wales (later King Edward VIII), Albert Duke of York (later King George VI) 1935.

[imprvdente]

@bertievi​ . 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Fish was putting a very large and strange globe in one of the only shelves that wasn’t already packed with trinkets and artifact when the door opened. And since the Shop’s door wasn’t just any door, she instantly turned away from her task (but the globe was safely tucked inside the shelf, thankfully) to glance at the new visitor. 

“Well hello there!” she exclaimed cheerfully, approaching to hand him her hand to shake, “you must be Albert, right? Dimitri said you might be coming in. Unfortunately, he had to leave the Shop for an urgent matter. You’re really out of luck, he basically only leaves the Shop once every century!” A chuckle left her lips.

If she knew who he was besides his name, she didn’t show. Fish had met plenty of Kings, Gods and Emperors, and if she tried to abide to the required etiquette when visiting them, the Shop was her domain. So, she was as nonchalant as ever, talking as if he was an old friend and not a complete stranger. And a King.

“But please, please, do come in.” She was already walking back to the shelf, making sure the globe wasn’t gonna fall off. (and considering it contained a black hole, it’d be quite a problem indeed) “Would you like something to drink? Tea maybe?”

[bargainsleuthbooks]

George VI and Elizabeth: The Marriage That Saved the Monarchy by #SallyBedellSmith #NetGalley #ARC #BookReview

There's a new book out that does a deep dive into the life of #QueenElizabethII parents, #KingGeorgeVI and #QueenElizabeth, also known as the #QueenMother. #SallyBedellSmith #NetGalley #ARC #BookReview #RandomHouse #HouseofWindsor #April2023Books

Granted special access by Queen Elizabeth II to her parents’ letters and diaries and to the papers of their close friends and family, Sally Bedell Smith brings the love story of this iconic royal couple to vibrant life. This deeply researched and revealing book shows how a loving and devoted marriage helped the King and Queen meet the challenges of World War II, lead a nation, solidify the…

[dhspeller]

I was wondering what I could use to show some of my pictures I've taken over the years... once I stopped using Flickr... I think this it. I'll, of course post longer posts on https://dhspeller.com, but they'll show up here as well.

This is Sans Souci Ferry. It's an old cable ferry. It takes a couple of cars at a time across the Cashie River. I remember riding it when I was small... My dad would take us out on a Sunday sometime to ride, just to get out. Good memory. :)

[george-the-good]

The Prince of Wales gardening at Fort Belvedere with the help of his week-end guests, including the Duke of York, c.1930.

‘I was in such a hurry to make the place over that I begrudged as lost a daylight hour that did not see the work progressing. Saturday afternoons and Sundays, when my gardeners were off, I pressed my week-end guests into arduous physical labor to which some of them were unaccustomed. Groaning and grunting, they joined me in hacking out the underbrush, pruning trees, and transplanting shrubs; but presently they began to share my enthusiasm. Even my brother Bertie, who lived nearby in the Great Park at Royal Lodge, would drop over to lend a hand.’

The Duke of Windsor - A King’s Story (1951)

[arawen898]

Vicbourne fic masterlist

So I decided to make a masterlist of all my Vicbourne fics. If you like them then please consider a reblog, it would make a writer very happy❤️ I will update it as soon as I post something new.

Everything (18+), four chapters. Lord M rescues Victoria from a storm when she rides out, tired of her family trying to persuade her to marry Albert.

You Are The Only One Who Understands (18+), oneshot. Victoria goes to Brocket Hall to talk to Lord M about her unhappy marriage to Albert.

One Thousand And One Times (And Several Thousand More) (18+), oneshot. Victoria and Lord M share intimacy when she is six months pregnant.

Love In The Forests Of Windsor (18+), oneshot. Victoria and Lord M ride out and things heat up.

The Arts Of Love (18+), three chapters. Victoria asks Lord M to teach her about the physical aspects of being a married woman.

In The Shed (18+), two chapters. Victoria and Lord M seek shelter in a shed during a downpour.

Closure (18+), oneshot. An alternate ending to S2E3 in which Victoria isn't already pregnant with Bertie.

A Princess Is Born (13+), oneshot. Victoria gives birth to her and Lord M's first child.

Queen Of England (18+), multi chaptered, work in progress. Modern AU where Victoria and William are both actors and are cast in the new series "Queen Of England".

[for-valour]

SO CUTE! Bertie being all awkward and forgetful with the camp sing-songs :)

The Duke of York attending his beloved Boys' Summer Camp in Southwold, Sussex, 1935. The gestures are to an old Pennsylvania Dutch folk song called Johnny Schmoker.

gifs made by @for-valour

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Meghan Markle and Wallis Simpson both narcissistic with weak husbands author suggests. Sally Bedell Smith says the Dukes of Sussex and Windsor were both weak men drawn to domineering wives by u/ElectricalAd9212

Meghan Markle and Wallis Simpson both narcissistic with weak husbands, author suggests. Sally Bedell Smith says the Dukes of Sussex and Windsor were both weak men drawn to domineering wives Its good that the word 'Narcissist' is corrrectly being applied to her.Next it needs to be the word 'sociopath' that becomes synonymous with her name.from the Telegraph​( link)​+++++The Duchess of Sussex has the same “narcissistic and controlling” quality as Wallis Simpson and married a similarly “weak” man, a biographer of the Royal family has claimed.Sally Bedell Smith said there were clear parallels between the Sussexes and the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, with both relationships ruled by “domineering” wives.Bedell Smith, an American, is the author of a biography of George VI, the Duke of Windsor’s brother, and his wife, the late Queen Mother.Speaking at the Oxford Literary Festival, Bedell Smith said that the breakdown of relations between Princes Harry and William had echoes of the difficult relationship that the king, known as Bertie, had with his errant brother.“There are similarities. The Duke of Windsor did a lot of harmful things,” Bedell Smith said.“It’s different – Harry was never going to be king – but I think there are similar feelings of betrayal that have resulted in William, in particular, being furious with his brother, and with good reason.“They had a difficult childhood but there was a period of time, as was the case with Bertie and David, when they were very close.“And an American woman, in each case, came into the picture and changed the dynamic of the whole thing.”Bedell Smith, who is American, went on: “In some respects, Meghan and the Duchess of Windsor have similar qualities: very narcissistic, very controlling, very dominating. And if you read [the Duke of Windsor’s] letters, you can see how weak he was and how much he needed a domineering woman, and it feels as if Harry is somewhat the same way.”She said that the Duke of Windsor threw the monarchy into turmoil over his “obsession” with Wallis Simpson but the abdication “delivered Britain from an irresponsible king” and replaced Edward with a king known for his diligence and decency.Bedell Smith’s book, George VI and Elizabeth: The Marriage that Saved the Monarchy, follows her biographies of the King (when he was the Prince of Wales), Elizabeth II and Diana, Princess of Wales.​ post link: https://ift.tt/aZmlVS0 author: ElectricalAd9212 submitted: March 17, 2024 at 10:31PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[davbertieloml]

Aww adorable photo of little david and bertie 😍

[beattoquarters2]

On 9th November 1841, Edward VII was born at Buckingham Palace.

Then titled The Duke of Cornwall, he was born to Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. He was named Prince Albert Edward after his father, Prince Albert and his maternal grandfather, Prince Edward. He was known to the family as Bertie. Albert Edward was born first in line to the throne and heir apparent. At one-month-old, he was created Prince of Wales. Through his father, he was also a Prince of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha and Duke of Saxony.

In 1863, The Prince of Wales married Princess Alexandra of Denmark at St George’s Chapel, Windsor. They had 6 children: Albert Victor, George (later George V), Louise, Victoria, Maud and Alexander (who died at one day old).

After the death of his mother, Edward ascended the throne in 1901 as Edward VII. Edward’s reign is widely regarded as a successful one, constitutionally, by reinventing how the Royal Family operated and in terms of diplomacy - Edward was fluent in French and German and famously charmed the previously hostile French on a State Visit in 1903. Edward VII reigned for nine years and was succeeded by his son, George, in 1910.

[what-if-queen-camilla]

Like grandfather, like grandson - Chapter 3 - Grandma knows best

“Milla, darling, wait!”, Charles shouted in complete panic, running through the halls and corridors of Windsor Castle like an absolute maniac. After the sudden departure of his girlfriend, he had been in a state of shock for maybe about two minutes, she couldn't have come too far in the meantime… “Darling, please, don't leave me like this!” Camilla, crouching in a small gap between two walls, somewhere between the library and the state apartments of this huge, ancient building, suddenly felt so lonely and cold that she couldn't fight her tears any longer as she heard her boyfriend desperately searching for her. “Darling? Darling!’, she heard him calling out for her once again, and eventually admitted defeat. “Yes, darling, I… I'm here…”, she sobbed, and Charles’ heart stopped for a few moments. “Darling!!!”, he screamed, turned around, and immediately ran over to where he thought that her voice came from, and eventually found her, a little piece of misery, and protectively pressed her against his strong, manly chest. “Oh Darling, I'm so sorry!”, she sobbed, but he didn't even let her finish. “No, darling, I'm sorry!”, he said, tenderly stroking her back. “I shouldn't have put you under such pressure…” “You didn't, darling.”, Camilla responded, slowly but surely overcoming her short mental breakdown. “What you did was… so sweet. And just… perfect.”, she reassured him. “And I love you, darling, I really do. But I can't give you the answer you want to hear…” Charles desperately tried to hide his disappointment and tenderly wrapped his arm around her. You don’t have to, darling. Take your time. Let’s get back to London now and take you home…”

Buckingham Palace, London, two hours later

“But she didn’t immediately say ‘no’, lad, did she?” Bertie summed up what his grandson had just told him about his proposal to the girl he had lost his heart to and couldn’t help but smile, as he gently stroked over Charles’ back. The poor boy had had a complete mental breakdown as he, obviously slightly over dramatised, had told the King what had happened, and the young Prince nodded crestfallen. “No, she didn’t.” He replied, but immediately added bitterly: “Because she is too kind for that! But she will never agree to marry me! Oh grandpa, I am going to die! If I can’t marry her, I won’t marry anybody! And end up like Uncle David…” He sobbed and Bertie meanwhile struggled keeping his composure. The lad really was even more dramatic and sensitive than he himself. “Now, come on, my darling boy.” He tried to soothe him a bit. “May I remind you that I had to ask your grandmother thrice before she eventually agreed to marry me? And she did say ‘no’, plainly and clearly!” “Who said ‘no’ to what?” A well-known and always more than welcome voice asked and Charles' spirits immediately brightened up as he recognised his beloved grandmother standing in the door frame. “Granny!” He happily exclaimed and rushed over to and greeted her affectionately. Being the loving and caring grandmother she was, Elizabeth immediately noticed that something wasn’t quite right with her darling boy. “Charles, my dear, what’s the matter?” she asked concernedly as they jointly walked over to the two Edwardian chaise lounges in Bertie’s sitting room. “I was just telling our darling boy that I had to propose to you three times until you finally agreed to marry me.” The King said romantically, took his consort’s hand and kissed it tenderly, which made the Queen blush and the young Prince melt. “Well, my love, it can be quite frightening for an innocent, young girl to be asked THE question by somebody who could possibly be King one day!”, she chuckled before adding: “And you weren’t even heir apparent at the time, were you, Bertie?” “No, darling, I wasn’t. But I’ve always known that you’re the one. I’ve always seen the wonderful, loving and devoted Queen you eventually became, you’ve always been destined to become.” Now it was her who gently took his hand and lovingly pressed it. Charles had listened to his grandmother attentively and was left completely confused. “Granny - if I may…” He began and the Queen smiled at him. “Yes, of course, darling!”

“Why was it frightening? What exactly frightened you?” The young Prince could absolutely not understand what on earth could be frightened of the prospect of becoming a member of the Royal Family? In fact, he could hardly imagine anything more reassuring and safer. His grandmother threw her head back laughing. “Oh Charles, you really are exactly like your grandfather!” She giggled. “You two wonderful, sweet and naive lads, you…” Elizabeth laughed, before, a bit more seriously, adding: “Well, of course you wouldn’t know because you were literally born into this world, you don’t know anything else. But for me it was very scary back then. I had enjoyed a wonderfully, quiet and idyllic childhood up in Scotland, in a loving, normal family, without any pressure, protocol or any of that nonsense… I was used to having a certain freedom, which I appreciated and which was quite difficult for me to give up. I was a nobody, the ninth out of ten children of the 14. Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne. Nobody, no newspapers or anyone cared about me, what I did, what I said, what I wore, where I was and where not. I knew that, if I agreed to marry Bertie, I’d never have that again. I’d be in the limelight, be watched and my every step would be judged and scrutinised for the rest of my life. And that really frightened me.” Both, Charles and Bertie, had been following her reflections with great interest and attention. It was the King who first dared say something again, as he, almost anxiously, asked. “But, darling, you’ve never regretted it, have you?” “Of course not, darling!” Elizabeth replied and lovingly kissed his cheek, which left Bertie visibly relieved. “But, Granny…” Charles eventually dared ask.  “What made you change your mind? I mean… How did you eventually find the courage to marry grandpa?” “Well, my darling boys… I’m not sure whether I have ever told you this, Bertie, but in fact… I got a visit from your mother.” “You got what?” The King echoed in total disbelief. How on earth could that be? They’d be married for 50 years in a few months - how could it be that Elizabeth had never told him such a significant detail? “Yes, darling, your mother came up to Scotland one day and invited me on a long, nice walk. We walked and talked and at the end of it, she simply told me that she was now convinced that I was ‘the one girl that could make Bertie happy’, but that, of course, the choice was mine. She kissed me on the cheek before she left, and that was the moment I knew I was not going to turn you down again, darling.” “I can’t believe you’ve never told me!” Bertie said, looking at his wife slightly disappointed, but they both knew he loved her way too much to be cross with her for too long. “So apparently they’re actually right when they say ‘Mother knows best’...” Charles pondered and his grandfather added: “Or, perhaps in your case, grandmother!” And while Elizabeth was left entirely confused, the King and the young Prince exchanged a mischievous glance, and Charles knew exactly what he had to do…