#prince leopold

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ROYAL CHILDREN OF QUEEN VICTORIA AS BABIES 🥺💖

Nine Children Of Queen Victoria As Babies🥺✨️

We must admit that Queen Victoria gave birth to the cutest royal babies🥺✨️💖

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series: Princess Louise duchess of argyle and Prince Leopold duke of Albany, Children of Queen Victoria

Princess Louise and Prince Leopold were the 6th and 8th children of Queen Victoria and were incredibly close. Leopold had hemophilia, a condition where the blood fails to clot causing any small bump or wound to be fatal and deadly. It was also very painful and had attacks and caused the person other health problems and severe pains. Prince Leopold was very shy and his hemophilia was very painful to him. He needed to use a walking stick often and needed to lean on things when taking photographs because it hurt to stand upright. Because of his illness, Queen Victoria kind of neglected him because 1. She wasn’t the best mother, and 2. She didn’t know how to make him feel better and how to take care of him. Princess Louise was like a second mother to Leopold. She took on the initiative of helping Leopold and taking care of him when he was sick. They had a strong bond that helped Leopold live.

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“Leopold really dodged a bullet when he avoided marrying Daisy Greville.” - Submitted by Anonymous

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Royal Birthdays for today, April 7th:

Maria Beatrice d'Este, Duchess of Massa, 1750

Virginia Kapoʻoloku Poʻomaikelani, Princess of Hawaii, 1839

Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany, 1853

Anna, Duchess of Mecklenburg-Schwerin, 1865

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— The nine children of Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom and their spouses.

source: 📸.

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Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany (1853 - 1884)

I recently read a book (Queen Victoria's Youngest Son: The Untold Story of Prince Leopold, by Charlotte Zeepvat) about this remarkable young man and have wanted to pay some sort of homage to him, as he had a difficult, short life but accomplished much during it.

This cousin of the Romanovs, the eighth child and youngest son of Queen Victoria and her consort Prince Albert was born with hemophilia and might have also had epilepsy. During his childhood, he was under the constant supervision of staff and physicians, and his activity was severely restricted. He had numerous hemorrhagic crises.

Leopold was an extremely bright individual. Prince Albert and his early teachers noticed his intellectual gifts when he was very young. Leopold attended Oxford University. He was eventually made a privy council member and became a patron of the arts and literature. He also served as the unofficial secretary to his mother. Although he could not pursue active military service, he had an honorary association with various regiments. He was a Freemason.

His illness was first described in medical journals in 1868 and subsequently in the London and provincial newspapers. Since they could not conceal all information about Leopold's illness, the royal family carefully managed news about his health (as they did about all royalties); many newspapers reported widespread public sympathy for the queen's illnesses and her children's illnesses.

At the time, physicians recommended that hemophiliacs spend as much time as possible in warm climates, a suggestion that Leopold followed as much as possible throughout his life. The fact that this royal young man had the illness spiked much research on hemophilia at the time. Although the information aided comprehension by the general public, overall, however, very little could be done to save hemophiliacs from painful experiences and early deaths.

Prince Leopold married Princess Helen of Waldeck and Piedmont, and they had two children, a daughter and a son. His son was born after Leopold's death. Prince Leopold died at the age of 30, after a fall, apparently from a cerebral hemorrhage.

Trivia:  Through his son, Prince Leopold is the great-grandfather of Carl XVI Gustaf, the current King of Sweden (I took a good look at Gustaf while writing this and I see a resemblance.)

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The people with hooked noses really made them got famous lovers eh?

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flashbacks to kitten leopold and daffodil 🥺

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Montages of Queen Victoria and her family

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Cutest photo of Prince Arthur Duke of Connaught and Prince Leopold Duke of Albany as children 🥰, 1850s

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Two Is Stronger Than One

(slight) Spike x Reader

The Irregulars x Reader (platonic)

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Summary: Reader is an Ipsissimus (unknowingly) and has terrible nightmares that makes them sleepwalk. They meet Spike and the other Irregulars, and they all help the Reader figure out what is wrong with them.

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You had been suffering from horrible, gruesome nightmares for the past few weeks. Each one seemingly getting worse and more terrifying than the last. Every night they began feeling more and more real.

Occasionally you'd wake up in strange places with no memory of how you got there. You wouldn't go far, besides sometimes waking up outside your front door. That is, until last night.

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The tunnels felt never-ending as your bare feet carried you through the narrow passageways. Cold, wet mud stuck to the soles of your feet, soothing the pain, if only slightly.

Water dripped down from the ceiling, the noise of the little droplets being the only sound audible for miles.

Leaning against the wall, you shivered at it's touch. You bent over, hands on your knees, panting heavily. You had no idea how long you had been running for - but wherever you went, you always seemed to end up back in the same place.

An entryway with walls covered in skulls and bones.

A putrid smell wafted throughout the area, and you'd be inclined to cover your nose and mouth if you weren't desperately gasping for air.

Looking up, you noticed a black figure make it's way towards you. Your legs were too weak to carry on, shaking beneath you and eventually giving away as you fell to the ground.

Wincing, you kept your eyes on the figure.

It seemed to study you for a moment, tilting it's head to the side. Maybe it was calculating the best approach, thinking of what to do with you - where to bring you. You had no idea, and honestly you didn't care.

You were just too tired.

Your fear kept you in place. Not being able to look away or move, the figure seized this opportunity to make it's way towards you and grab you.

Heart hammering against your ribcage, you tried to call for help. Your voice was frail from it's lack of use, quivering and cracking in the dead-silent room.

The echoes of your screams seemed to fill your mind. The sound of your own voice made you feel like you were going insane. It occupied every space in your brain, bouncing off every wall in the tunnel and reverberating back to you.

The figure, however, was not deterred by your weak attempts at screaming for help. It grabbed you by the collar and began dragging you across the floor.

With no idea where it was bringing you, you began flailing about. The screams got louder and more desperate, your muscles began getting sore from your failed attempts of escaping and your skin was beginning to be rubbed raw from the friction of your nightwear against your neck.

This was the end. You were almost 100% positive you weren't getting out of this. Not alive anyway.

"Please... please get me out of here," you pleaded. You didn't know who or what you were praying to, but in that moment it was the only thing you could do.

- - -

"Please, stop!" your own screams woke you up, yet you were still disoriented and confused. You had no idea where you were, and your eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness of your surroundings.

You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, and with the dark figure still in your mind you began kicking and shoving. Whoever it was seemed to have a strong grip because no matter how much you tried pushing them off, their hands were glued to you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."

The person grabbed your wrists to keep you in place. Your breathing was erratic but you felt no threat from this person so you stopped your movements, albeit hesitantly.

Trying to get your breathing under control, you took a better look at them. It was a boy, probably around your age, with dark hair and tattered clothes. He seemed just as frightened as you were.

He slowly let go of your hands, and put his hands up to show he wasn't a threat.

"You alright?" he asked.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded slowly.

"I'm Spike," he said, giving you his hands to help you stand up.

Grabbing onto them, you were pulled up gently. You dusted yourself off and looked around - the place seemed very unfamiliar.

The dark sky expanded over the area, stars twinkling in the vast nothingness. Small, grey clouds slowly dissipated into the background, traveling away from you.

There were only a few people on the streets, some sleeping on the ground and others drunkenly singing outside of a nearby bar. Dirt lined the wet, cobblestone path, sticking to your shoes annoyingly.

"I'm Y/N. I wish we had met on better terms," you laughed awkwardly.

Spike smiled and shook his head.

"Surprisingly you aren't the first person I've had to wake up in the middle of the street."

You weren't sure what he meant by that, but you were half thinking it was a joke, so you didn't question it.

"So... where am I?"

"We're near Baker Street. It's just up there," he pointed behind you.

You nodded your head slowly, still looking around at the new area.

You had no idea how you were going to get home, or what you would tell your parents if they noticed you were gone from the house.

They knew you were a sleepwalker, but again you had never ventured out of the house at night. Much less so far away. Besides, they didn't know you had nightmares. Not only did you not have the heart to tell them, but in all honestly they would probably think you're insane.

"I'm sorry if I worried you. I don't actually know how I got here. I seem to be sleepwalking a lot lately," you said.

"Well you're in luck - because I might actually know someone who can help."

A smile spread across his face as he started to walk backwards towards a building with a little cellar door to the side of it.

"Care to join me?" he asked, more of a rhetorical question than anything.

With nothing better to do- and nothing really to lose - you followed the boy.

If there was a chance he knew someone who could tell you what was going on with you, you were gonna take it.

"You been having nightmares for a long time, then?"

You looked at him strangely, not knowing how he knew ao much about your situation. Something about him made you have no doubt in your mind that he could help.

"Yes, actually. My parents don't know what to do with me," you laughed. Many people didn't take you seriously when you said you sleep-walked. In their mind it entailed pacing around your room, or as most, trekking around the house. However for you it held a much darker and dangerous connotation.

You were so, so far from home already...

"Well my sister - who lives just there," he said, pointing to a cellar on your right, "- has been experiencing the same things."

"Started about a month ago?"

"Exactly," he responds.

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Carefully climbing down the damp cellar stairs, you prayer this wasn't a kidnapping, but as you continued down you saw two young girls around your age.

One had dark hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and the other had curly hair sprawled across her back. Their conversation halted as their eyes rested on you.

Jumping back, one of the held a hand out infront of her sister in a protective stance.

"Don't worry, she's with me," mentioned Spike.

"Y/N, this is Bea and Jessie. My family," he gestured to the two girls.

You nodded your head in greeting, offering a small, awkward smile. You felt like you were intruding.

"She's been having the same problems as Jessie. I thought we could help - and you know we could use the numbers on our side," whispered Spike.

The girl who you assumed to be Bea sighed and rolled her eyes, annoyance etching across her face.

"We're in enough trouble as it is. You think adding another Ipsissimus to the mix is what we need?"

"Ip - what?" you interrupted.

You glanced around the room, uncertain of what was really going on. Jessie offered you a comforting smile and made her way to you. Gently taking your hand in hers she tried to explain.

"Ipsissimus. It's what I am. Really, it's quite a long story. You should sit down and we can talk," she said.

- - -

After a long winded conversation, you finally began to understand what was happening. I mean - it was unbelievable.

Everything was said with such detail and emotion that you found it hard to not believe. Of course it had taken some convincing, but after a while you agreed to meet them again tomorrow. Jessie had promised to help you figure your powers out - and in all honesty you wouldn't be opposed to visiting Spike again.

"I hope you guys know what you're doing," sighs Bea as you close the door to the cellar behind you.

Spike shrugged her off and went off to bed, excited to see you once more the next day.