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Paintings from Buckingham Palace: part II

A retexture by La Comtesse Zouboff — Original Mesh by @thejim07

Spread among 13 occupied and historic royal residences in the United Kingdom, the collection is owned by King Charles III and overseen by the Royal Collection Trust. The British monarch owns some of the collection in right of the Crown and some as a private individual. It is made up of over one million objects, including 7,000 paintings, over 150,000 works on paper, this including 30,000 watercolours and drawings, and about 450,000 photographs, as well as around 700,000 works of art, including tapestries, furniture, ceramics, textiles, carriages, weapons, armour, jewellery, clocks, musical instruments, tableware, plants, manuscripts, books, and sculptures.

Some of the buildings which house the collection, such as Hampton Court Palace, are open to the public and not lived in by the Royal Family, whilst others, such as Windsor Castle, Kensington Palace and the most remarkable of them, Buckingham Palace are both residences and open to the public.

About 3,000 objects are on loan to museums throughout the world, and many others are lent on a temporary basis to exhibitions.

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The second part includes paintings displayed in the Ball Supper Room, the Ballroom, the Ballroom Annexe, the Bow Room, the East Gallery, the Grand Entrance and Marble Hall, the Minister's Landing & Staircase, the Vestibule, the Chinese Dining Room and the Balcony Room.

This set contains 57 paintings and tapestries with the original frame swatches, fully recolourable. They are:

Ball Supper Room (BSR):

Portrait of King George III of the United Kingdom (Benjamin West)

Ballroom (BR):

The Story of Jason: The Battle of the Soldiers born of The Serpent's Teeth (the Gobelins)

The Story of Jason: Medea Departs for Athens after Setting Fire to Corinth (the Gobelins)

Ballroom Annexe (BAX):

The Apotheosis of Prince Octavius (Benjamin West)

Bow Room (BWR):

Portrait of Princess Mary Adelaide of Cambridge (William Corden the Younger)

Portrait of Princess Augusta of Cambridge, Grand Duchess of Mecklenburg-Strelitz (Alexander Melville)

Portrait or George, Duke of Cambridge (William Corden the Younger)

Portrait of Frederick William, Grand Duke of Mecklenburg-Strelitz (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Augusta of Saxe-Weimar, Princess of Prussia, later Queen of Prussia and German Empress (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Prince Leopold, Later Duke of Albany (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Ernest, Prince of Hohenlohe-Langeburg (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Ferdinand of Savoy, Duke of Genoa (Eliseo Sala)

Portrait of Marie Alexandrina of Saxe-Altenburg, Queen Consort of Hanover (Carl Ferdinand Sohn)

Portrait of Leopold, Duke of Brabant, Later Leopold II, King of the Belgians (Nicaise de Keyser)

Portrait of Marie Henriette, Archduchess of Austria and Duchess of Brabant, Later Queen of the Belgians (Nicaise de Keyser)

East Gallery (EG):

Portrait of Leopold I, King of the Belgians (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Victoria, Queen of England in Coronation Robes (Sir George Hayter)

Portrait of Louis-Philippe d'Orléans, King of the French (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, Consort Queen of England with her Children at Windsor Castle (Benjamin West)

Portrait of Prince Adolphus, later Duke of Cambridge, With Princess Mary and Princess Sophia at Kew (Benjamin West)

The Coronation of Queen Victoria in Westminster Abbey, 28 June, 1838. (Sir George Hayter)

The Christening of Edward, Prince of Wales 25 January, 1842 (Sir George Hayter)

The Marriage of Queen Victoria, 10 February, 1840 (Sir George Hayter)

Portrait of the Royal Family in 1846 (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert as King Edward III and Queen Philippa of Hainault at the Ball Costumé of 12 May, 1842 (Sir Edwin Landseer)

Grand Entrance and Marble Hall (GEMH):

Portrait of Edward, Duke of Kent (John Hoppner)

Portrait of Ernest I, Duke of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha (George Dawe)

Portrait of Victoria of Saxe-Coburg-Saafeld, Dowager Duchess of Kent (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Albert, Prince Consort of the United Kingdom (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Victoria, Queen Consort of the United Kingdom in State Robes (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Louise d'Orléans, Consort Queen of the Belgians, with her Son Leopold, Duke of Brabant (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Feodora of Leiningen, Princess of Hohenlohe-Langeburg, with her Daughter, Princess Adelheid (Sir George Hayter)

Portrait of George, Prince of Wales, Later King George IV (Mather Byles Brown)

Portrait of Victoire of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, Duchess of Nemours (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Augustus, Duke of Sussex (Domenico Pellegrini)

Portrait of Leopold I, King of the Belgians (William Corden the Younger)

Minister's Landing and Staircase (MLS):

Portrait of George, Prince of Wales in Garther Robes (John Hoppner)

The Loves of the Gods: The Rape of Europa (the Gobelins)

The Loves of the Gods: The Rape of Proserpine (The Gobelins)

Vestibule (VL):

Portrait of Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, the Prince Consort (Unknown Artist from the German School)

Portrait of Princess Alice of the United Kingdom, Later Grand Duchess of Hesse (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Princess Helena of the United Kingdom, Later Princess Christian of Schleswig-Holstein (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Princess Louise of the United Kingdom, Later Duchess of Argyll (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Princess Victoria of the United Kingdom, Later Empress Frederick of Germany (Franz Xaver Winterhalter)

Portrait of Victoria Mary of Teck, Duchess of York (Edward Hughes)

Chinese Dining Room or Pavilion Breakfast Room(CDR):

Set of Four Painted Chinoiserie Wall panels I (Robert Jones)

Set of Four Painted Chinoiserie Wall panels II (Robert Jones)

Set of Four Painted Chinoiserie Wall panels III (Robert Jones)

Set of Four Painted Chinoiserie Wall panels IV (Robert Jones)

Balcony Room or Centre Room (BR):

Chinoiserie Painted Panel I (Robert Jones)

Chinoiserie Painted Panel II (Robert Jones)

Chinoiserie Painted Panel III (Robert Jones)

Chinoiserie Painted Panel IV (Robert Jones)

EXTRAS! (E):

I decided to add the rest of the tapestries from the story of Jason (wich hangs in the Grand Reception Room at Windsor Castle) and (with Jim's permission) added the original mesh for paintings number 2,3,4 & 5 from the Vestibule (seen here and here) wich was never published. These items are:

The Story of Jason: Jason Pledges his Faith to Medea (the Gobelins)

The Story of Jason: Jason Marries Glauce, Daughter of Creon, King of Thebes (the Gobelins)

The Story of Jason: The Capture of the Golden Fleece (the Gobelins)

The Story of Jason: The Poisoning of Glauce and Creon by Medea's Magic Robe (the Gobelins)

Sea Melodies (Herbert James Draper) (made by TheJim07)

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Found under decor > paintings for:

500§ (BWR: 1,2,3,4,5,6, & 8 |VL: 1)

570§ (VL: 2,3,4 & 5 |E: 5)

1850§ (GEMH: 1 & 3)

2090§ (GEMH: 2,6,7, 9 & 11)

3560§ (GEMH: 4,5 & 10 |BSR: 1 |EG: 1,2,3,4 & 5 |MLS: 1 |BAX: 1)

3900§ (CDR: 1,2,3 & 4 |BR: 1,2,3 & 4 |EG: 10 |VL: 6 |GEMH: 8)

4470§ (MLS: 2 |E: 1)

6520§ (BR 1 & 2| MLS: 3 |EG: 6,7,8 & 9 |BR: 1 & 2 |E: 2,3 & 4)

Retextured from:

"Saint Mary Magdalene" (BWR: 1,2,3,4,5,6, & 8 |VL: 1) found here.

"Sea Melodies" (VL: 2,3,4 & 5 |E: 5)

"The virgin of the Rosary" (GEMH: 1 & 3) found here.

"Length Portrait of Mrs.D" (GEMH: 4,5 & 10 |BSR: 1 |EG: 1,2,3,4 & 5 |MLS: 1 |BAX: 1) found here

"Portrait of Maria Theresa of Austria and her Son, le Grand Dauphin" (CDR: 1,2,3 & 4 |BR: 1,2,3 & 4 |EG: 10 |VL: 6 |GEMH: 8) found here

"Sacrifice to Jupiter" (MLS: 2 |E: 1) found here

"Vulcan's Forge" (BR 1 & 2| MLS: 3 |EG: 6,7,8 & 9 |BR: 1 & 2 |E: 2,3 & 4) found here

(you can just search for "Buckingham Palace" using the catalog search mod to find the entire set much easier!)

Disclaimer!

Some paintings in the previews look blurry but in the game they're very high definition, it's just because I had to add multiple preview pictures in one picture to be able to upload them all! Also sizes shown in previews are not accurate to the objects' actual sizes in most cases.

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rachelkruglyak · 5 months

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Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story (History Redesigned Panel Presentation)

What is the koinos kosmos (common world) and mutually assumed knowledge the series shares with viewers?

Queen Charlotte and the Man in the High Castle both invite viewers to consider an alternative historical reality that results from a slightly different course of history. Both shows challenge the viewer to consider the different paths that history can take and to suspend some disbelief to imagine alternative worlds. In both shows, the viewers can be expected to know what is historically accurate. The true Queen Charlotte was a German princess selected to marry the future George III. In The Man in the High Castle, the viewer can be assumed to know that the allies, not the axis powers, won World War II. But both shows provide the viewer with a chance to wonder “What If?” What if a mixed woman from Germany was selected to become Queen? What if the axis countries had won the war. In describing Philip Dick’s The Man in the High Castle, James Thrall writes, of “Dick’s overarching project of inviting his readers to consider history itself as fluid by presenting our assumed past set slightly askew.” Indeed both shows present altered versions of the agreed-upon past. The Man in the High Castle presents a fictitious New York City ruled by the Nazi party and a San Francisco administered by the Japanese. Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story presents a fictitious Britain in the late 18th century in which the German young woman Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz has risen to prominence and power. In the show, Charlotte was brought from Germany to be the wife of King George III, an event that mirrors agreed-upon history. However, unlike the woman who was actually selected, Charlotte in the TV show is of mixed race, raising questions about the openness of the royal court and the British people to a ruler with a mixed race identity.

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How does the series depict cultural hybridity through the altered history’s role in reflecting and reshaping cultural assumptions?

Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story depicts cultural hybridity by imagining that the Queen of Britain and Ireland played by a mixed girl. The show plays out one possible version of how history might have looked with a mixed girl marrying the future king. Much of the show focuses on how different parts of British society react to a mixed race Queen, which would have been the first in British history. The Man in the High Castle also involves culture clash as the Germans are imagined to control the Eastern Coast of the United States while the Japanese control the West Coast. James Thrall writes, “His characters muse regularly about differences between types of people as indicated by, for example, distinguishing characteristics of Germans and Japanese. The rippling image of fused flags that concludes the credits encapsulates Dick’s presentation of these two countries as linked but uneasy and culturally distinct allies.” The interactions between the German and Japanese occupiers represents an important plotline in the show.

In Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story, the presence of a mixed race Queen leads to some shifts toward a more inclusive society that receives a mixed response. After hearing from Lord Bute that there will be talk about Charlotte’s race and being told that it might be best to cancel the wedding, the King’s mother, the Dowager Princess, who thinks it’s too late to cancel, says it’s only a problem if the palace makes it a problem. She then says that people from Charlotte’s “court” are invited to the royal wedding. Later in the episode, at the wedding, the Dowager Princess continues this shift to a more inclusive nobility. She refers to Mr. Danbury, a Black British citizen, as “Lord Danbury,” which surprises him. The Dowager Princess says that he “shall be receiving the official proclamation from the King. You are honored to be Lord and Lady Danbury now. All the members of the ton must be titled.” She then goes on to say that it is time they were united as a society.

In episode 2, Lady Danbury tells the Dowager Princess that she needs her husband not to be denied entry to White’s, for him to be invited on hunts, for her to be able to cross the street to the best modiste, to take the finest seats at the opera. When the Dowager Princess says that this is unreasonable, Lady Danbury reminds her that she needs to know what is going on at Buckingham House and says that they need to be equal members of the ton.

The Danbury Ball in episode 3 is another example of cultural hybridity and reshaping cultural assumptions. After Lady Danbury expresses to the Dowager Princess that she would like to host the first ball of the season, the Dowager Princess is appalled and says it will not be accepted, to which Lady Danbury says that it would be difficult for the Dowager Princess to hear about the Queen being with child long after the fact. The Dowager Princess says she will take it up with Lord Bute, but later that day, before the Dowager Princess can come to a decision, Lady Danbury decides that she will just have to send out invitations first. The White members of the ton are reluctant to come until they receive a personal message from the King that he will be attending. During Charlotte and George’s dance at the ball, Lord Ledger, who is White, asks Lady Danbury to dance, which prompts more mixed pairings to be made. Later that night, George tells Charlotte that “with one evening, one party, we have created more change, stepped forward more than Britain has in the last century.”

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How does the series depict the power of understanding world-creation?

Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story exists in the world of lavish, opulent wealth of the British royal family. Queen Charlotte lives in a huge mansion with intricate furnishings. She has an entourage that dresses her in the morning, feeds her, and watches her as she eats. She has elaborate, high-style clothing and shoes. She wears expensive jewelry and her hair is fashioned in elaborate hairdos. In addition to the opulence and privilege, her movements are carefully prescribed and often criticized. There are members of the court who gossip about her and are seemingly in control her life. And, to her dismay, her new husband seems completely uninterested in spending time with her. Through scenery, costumes and styling, Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story transports the viewer to the world of British royalty. This ability to create a compelling and unfamiliar world is powerful as it invites the viewer to escape their daily life and become part of a world that is intriguing and beautiful even with its flaws.

In what ways do formulations of the past, present, and future engage with prospective realities of what might have been and what might be in the series’ altered history?

Both Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story and The Man in the High Tower start with a different possible reality. They consider what might have been, but wasn’t, and the story unfolds from there. As James Thrall writes, Margaret Atwood, author of The Handmaid's Tale stated, ‘[p]rophecies are really about now. In science fiction it’s always about now. What else could it be about? There is no future. There are many possibilities, but we do not know which one we are going to have’. Queen Charlotte tackles the fallout from one possible choice, one possible reality.

There are two timelines present in Queen Charlotte. One takes place in the present of Bridgerton, beginning in 1817 with the death of the royal heir Princess Charlotte, which causes the Queen to pressure her children into producing another royal heir. The other timeline begins in 1761 with Charlotte meeting and marrying King George III. This timeline explores the King and Queen’s marriage and the King’s mental illness.

In episode 3, after being told by the Dowager Princess to cancel her ball, Lady Danbury goes to talk to Charlotte about it. She asks if Charlotte could encourage the other ladies-in-waiting to attend. Charlotte doesn’t understand what the issue is. Lady Danbury says that the Dowager Princess asked her to cancel the ball. Charlotte wants to know how it applies to her. Lady Danbury says that Charlotte is the Queen and has that power. If she were not the Queen, her life in London would be completely different. She is the first of her kind. She opened the door and the titles given to Lady Danbury and the other colored folk of the ton are brand new. She tells Charlotte that she should focus on the fate of the country as she hold its fate in her hands. She accuses Charlotte of being unaware of what’s happening outside the palace walls. This scene shows that there is a decision point surrounding whether the ball will be held, and with time it is clear that the ball had a major impact on creating change in the ton.

In episode 5, colored members of the ton meet with Lady Danbury and ask her what will happen now that the Lord Danbury has passed on. Lord Danbury is the first member of their side to pass on and the rules for inheritance have not been established. They want to know if Lady Danbury’s 4-year-old son will inherit the title, if the laws of succession from “their side” will apply to “our side.” Lady Danbury says she never realized, that they could lose it all in a generation. This too is a critically important inflection point because if the title ends with Lord Danbury, the transition to a more inclusive society would essentially end.

How do multiple realities or contemplations of multiple realities merge with questions of authenticity?

There are two different questions of authenticity in Queen Charlotte that exist at different levels but ultimately merge and inform the other. At one level, there is the question of alternative reality being depicted. The TV show tells a story that did not actually occur as there was a real George III, who was married to Queen Charlotte, but she was not mixed race. On one level, the writers are attempting to convince the audience that this alternative reality is plausible, that 18th century English royalty, in hunting for a mate for the king, might select a woman like Queen Charlotte, and that a similar narrative could transpire. From this perspective, the writers seek to establish some level of authenticity in their attempt to convince the audience that this narrative represents a story that could have taken place.

At another level, within the story, the royal court is attempting to convince the rest of England that the woman they have selected to be Queen is in fact a legitimate Queen of England. In “The Great Experiment” they seek to convince any doubters of Charlotte’s suitability for the throne. This level of authenticity within the show also hinges on the same issue of whether Charlotte can convince the English nobility and population at large that she is an authentic Queen. In episode 2, Charlotte’s authenticity as Queen is said to hinge on whether she and George III consummate the marriage, something that everyone, including George’s mother, is concerned about. Indeed, in the present timeline, their concerns are warranted as George leaves the palace and spends all of his time at the observatory after his honeymoon, leaving Charlotte completely alone. However, through the flash forwards, the audience learns that George and Charlotte will have 15 children in the future.

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bohemian-nights · 11 months

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Lady Danbury: Chapter 3

Word count: ~5,155

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Lord Ledger x Lady Danbury

Warnings ⚠️: Sexual assault

Description: The new Lady Agatha Danbury was decidedly not happy. Neither was Lord Ledger. Perhaps they might find a bit of happiness in each other.

AN: This is a Lord Ledger x Lady Danbury AU fic. Some plot lines from Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story have been axed🪓

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

Charlotte of Mecklenburg and Strelitz was brown. Very brown indeed, yet she was the reason for all the fuss. The hurried invitations to the royal wedding. Their new titles. Their ascension into British nobility that had long been denied. All because their new queen was brown.

A fair young German bride they wanted for their Hanover king, but what they got was a girl with Moorish blood. Moorish blood that could not be so easily concealed.

The great experiment. That was what they were calling it. The great accident was more an apt term. Agatha did not believe that this had been the intention of the palace. She did not know Princess Augusta well or at all, but the woman did not seem as if she would knowingly marry her son, her only son, to a girl so obviously not one of them.

A king's early days are a shaky thing. King George’s was no exception. An air of discord could be felt in his court. Between the growing tensions in the colonies who wanted more freedoms, parliament who wanted a present king who did not isolate himself at Kent, and the palace with Lord Butte breathing down her neck, the princess would not risk her son's crown so freshly into his reign to try out some grand experiment.

A quiet chaos had erupted. One which no one wanted to name, an uneasy balance that could topple over at any moment. And Agatha had found herself thrust between Princess Augusta who wanted her as a spy and the new queen who wanted her as a friend.

Though precocious and clearly a bright girl, the queen was so very young. Her naivety shone through for all to see and if she were not careful it would be her downfall before she even had begun. The downfall of them all for this Great Experiment depended upon her success. A girl of seven and ten shipped off by her brother to be the queen of England with seemingly no real preparation.

She was not accustomed to English society. Charlotte was every bit the foreign queen. Her English was accented. Her manner of dress was ostentatiously European. Her hair was more African than Agatha’s curly ringlets that Coral set every night, but the queen's hair was Big and bold. Foreign. Her husband would never allow her to wear her hair in such a way.

She was far too trusting and willing to divulge what should remain private. The understatement and reserve of the English were lost to her. A girl with so much will and curiosity. The girl was a fish out of water. It would not do.

Of course, Agatha had been younger than their queen when she had been married off, but she had known her duty. She was molded for it even if she had failed said duty. She knew her place and she knew what was required of her, but the queen was unaware of her role.

“He was rude,” Charlotte complained to her when she had been invited to tea at Buckingham House. During the girls' honeymoon. A gaff which would have been disastrous if she had invited one of her other ladies or had informed them of what she had told Agatha. “He just wanted to go home.”

The king had left for Kew without consummating their union and the girl was ignorant of what the marital act entailed. Of how babies were made. Drawings. Agatha had to make her drawings of the act itself. Providing her with what little comfort she could. “It can be pleasant.” Though she had experienced that pleasantness herself. She sympathized with her, but there was so much at stake. Too much to leave with chance.

Charlotte failed to understand the gravity of the situation at hand. She was unaware of the importance of her. Wrapped up in worrying over whether her husband liked or disliked her, but that was not the point of her union. Love is seldom the point, nor is it the foundation upon which a marriage is built. Her marriage was certainly more than love. The queen had more to worry about than personal sentiments.

The Queen had one duty. The same duty as any other woman. To continue on her husband's line. To bear and birth the next king of England. If she did not do her duty, if she did not lay with her husband and produce a son and heir soon, those shiny titles their side of the Ton had been given because of her would be gone just as quickly as they had come about. The Great Experiment would become a mere blip in history.

The queen's womb could not remain empty. Princess Augustus had made it plain that a royal heir, a baby, was needed to seal this adventure. Even then a baby was not the only thing needed for this experiment to be a success.

“Girl.” They had called her girl. Lord Butte and Princess Augustus. Not Lady Danbury. Not Countess Danbury. Not the tile which they had kindly bestowed upon her. Not even Mrs. Danbury. Girl.

It stung like a prick on one’s finger. A reminder that they and their titles were so very new. Such a delicate thing. A delicate thing that Agatha was beginning to understand was not enough. A title was nothing by itself.

Not without land and income. They could not be denied membership at Whites and the taking up of their seats in the House of Lords or barred from any modistes they wished to take their business to. Their children should be allowed just as many seats at the likes of Eton and Harrow as the older gentry.

Hunts, teas, and balls had to be held where both sides would attend with great zeal. Dance, make japes, admire, participate in gentlemanly competition, and gossip with one another. They could not just be equals in name only. That is what they needed above all. Regardless of these more true measures of their status as the nobility, a baby would be at the center of everyone's mind. Babies for the crown were not eagerly awaiting the next generation.

Agatha’s own duty was brought back to the forefront. The baby race had begun anew. Mr. Danbury had finally become Lord Danbury. He had his title and he wanted the same as any other man. As any other lord. A son and heir.

What was a title if there was no son which to inherit it. To continue on his line. His legacy. The Danbury legacy now. The Earl of Danbury. A nephew would no longer do. It mattered not if Agatha had secured land, a home befitting an earl, and an income of five thousand a year for his new title. If she must be a spy for the palace so that they might have all of those hall markers of their new station, without a son it would all be for naught. What good was Agatha if she did not birth her husband a son?

She was still a very young woman. Her eighth and twentieth birthday had just passed. Lord Danbury mused that perhaps he had plucked her too soon from her garden. A damaged seed that had never been allowed to heal so that it may grow.

New doctors were called for. They had agreed with Lord Danbury's assessment. She had been too young. Made to bear a child before she was ready, but her body had quickened once. With a little patience, and the proper course of treatment, it could be made to do so again.

Neither the bloodletting nor the leeches were employed. Lord Danbury had seen the folly of that road. It had nearly killed so they were not to touch her. He needed his wife whole. He would not admit that it had been she who had secured him their estate, perhaps he was even oblivious of it.

Attributing his new possessions to his own connections and good name, but he needed her. It would be the most inopportune time to lose a wife. Especially one who had the ear and friendship of the young queen and the palace.

Her old regiment of teas, herbs, and tonics was renewed. They banned her from eating fish and drinking champagne. She was given a bedtime as if she were a child. Her meals were no longer a thing of enjoyment. An odd mix of bland fares. The same every day. She ate porridge for breakfast or buttered toast, occasionally some fruit was thrown in as a treat. Soups were served for lunch that were more broth than anything and boiled pheasant with turnips for dinner. Half her food was drowned in butter making everything a taste of grease.

The doctors had their disagreements and contradictions. One had boldly ventured to say that the fault of her failure to conceive may lie with Lord Danbury himself. “Mayhaps your lordship might find that at your age it would be beneficial to begin your own regiment. It would aid in your wife’s conception tenfold." The poor man had been hastily discharged of his services after receiving an earful from her husband. The others had made note of their colleagues' dismissal and were wise to keep their treatments regulated to Lady Danbury.

“Her ladyship must avoid stress,” Dr. Cots, a wiry man would repeat to her a dozen times with a tisk. He was well-meaning, but it was easy for him to tell her so when he was himself and allowed to be as he was.

He did not have to deal with a princess who only saw her as useful so long as she provided her with the private details of a naive homesick girl, a queen who was oblivious to the needs of her subjects who looked like her, or a husband who obsessed over her womb more than she herself. He did not have to deal with the ever-growing list of demands made of her. To keep everyone happy or at least satisfied so that they may all get their piece.

She could not rest. She was not just some simple woman. She was Lady Agatha Danbury now. She had her duties. Anytime not spent trying to conceive was spent trying to equalize their station. She could not sit upon her laurels at her leisure. Especially not now. Not when she had a ball, the first of the season, to plan. A ball which she had to go behind Princess Agusta’s back for.

A ball that had been met with a not-so-quiet opposition. Invitations had been sent to both yet none apart from her side of the Ton had answered with a firm acceptance and that was due in no small part to Lady Vivian Ledger who was leading the charge of said opposition.

Agatha knew that the dowager princess did not like her, looked down upon her, and most certainly believed her to be an overly opinionated person. She had thought her to be a quiet little meek thing that would do her bidding without complaint or questions asked.

She soon found that her church mouse had more mouth than she had expected and while it was an irritation, she, like Lord Danbury, had need of her so she tolerated her bouts of insubordination for the crown's benefit.

Lady Ledger did not find her to be a thing in which to be tolerated in any such capacity. She made no secret of her disdain or at least she did not hide it very well. Of how she disliked being in her presence. Of having to associate with the new members of the Ton at all and she and Lady Danbury’s paths crossed frequently. Familiarity did indeed breed contempt for the more time Agatha spent in Lady Ledger’s company the more her own dislike of her grew. Boycotting her ball had been the latest in a long line of affronts from the horrid woman.

Along with three other wives of the Ton, Lady Sylvia Cowper, Lady Margaret Meredith, Mrs. Camellia Thorpe, and Lady Lavina Allen, the two had both been chosen to be a part of the queen's court as her ladies. Those ladies were an overall horrid bunch of women that reminded Agatha of a pack of feckless birds.

Their titles and the age of said titles, that was the first slight that Lady Ledger penned upon Agatha. It happened over the seating arrangement at tea. ”I believe that is Lady Danbury’s seat, Lady Ledger.” Charlotte gave Lady Ledger a polite smile when she had sought to seat herself to the queen's right. A place of honor reserved for the lady who held the highest title.

“You may sit there.” The young queen pointed to the settee further to her right. A countess outranked a baroness. The order of rank took precedence in their new queen's court, but that ought not to be the order of things in Lady Ledger's opinion.

Agatha was the wife of an earl, but the ink had not fully dried upon her husband’s title. “Lord Ledger is the eleventh Baron Ledger.” That was what Lady Allen had told her when she had pulled her aside at tea with their queen. “Quite rich too my dear. Lord knows that it is the only reason why the two were matched together. Poor devil.”

Lady Allen was a tall, older, dark-haired woman with a pointed nose which gave her the appearance of haughtiness. Out of the horrid bunch she was the most agreeable. She had a reputation for her eccentricity; she was, however, not a truly awful woman.

Her husband was a baron twice her age who seemed to renew himself with every year passed, the third Baron Allen, but she herself was the daughter of the Late Duke of Redford. A fact which she liked to lord over Lady Ledger whose own father had been a mere baronet, but from an old and rich line. Though it was nothing compared to the Dukedom of Redford and as such the two women were often at a crossfire. Agatha suspected that this crossfire was the reason why Lady Allen was so eager to make niceties with her in spite of her newness.

To some, the age of the title Agatha had come to find mattered just as much if not more than the title itself. The Earl of Danbury was a new title. They were a part of the new Ton. With the wrong set of features coming from distant exotic lands for good measure.

What was the name Danbury compared to Ledger? The Ledgers may be just barons, but their family had held the title uninterrupted for four and a half centuries. “A fresh coat of paint stains one’s dress, soiling it beyond repair in most cases, when sat upon.” Lady Allen whispered before taking a sip of her tea. She was never one to mince words as uncomfortable as they may be, however, Agatha appreciated her frankness.

Lady Ledger, whose title carried every bit the weight of those four hundred years of good gentile English society, believed that they would never dry and she would not let the new members of the Ton forget so.

That stain followed Agatha everywhere she went. With every action she made. She was the outsider. That was made plain. Others followed her lead with glee. Her perfect little soldiers. Keeping the newly titled inline. It united the old Ton who were always at each other's throats with their schemes and plots brought about by petty grievances. They had a new enemy in which to ice over and out.

Whenever she took up her seat beside the queen she was met with stony glares from the ladies in attendance well after the issue had been settled. If Agatha voiced her enjoyment at these gatherings, be it the music, the treats baked by the chefs, or something as simple as the weather, they would voice their objections to it. How very droll he plays. It is too sweet. The weather we had last week was much more pleasant. It is a bit too hot for my blood.

Her visits to their modistes were met with whispers. They would without an apology given, green, blue, or dark eyes that watched her every move like a hawk as she flitted about the store. If she tried to meet their gazes they would turn their own and feign interest in the silks that were on display.

The modiste herself, a mousy French woman with a heavy accent, never turned her away, but if there were other patrons, patterns with pale faces who would not look her in the eyes, but would murmur to themselves around her. Mrs. Thorpe had rather loudly invited all of the queen's ladies to her estate for the hunting season. Everyone apart from Agatha.

It was not just she who received this icing. It would never just be one or two of them. They were all stains upon the Ton and were treated as such. Lady Kent was barred from the very same modiste Agatha had ordered her new gown for the ball from. The Duke of Hastings was refused entry to Whites. Lord Danbury had gone to hunt with the king but was denied from joining them.

He had used it as an excuse, as if he really needed one for it was his right, to take his frustrations out upon her. Coral had insisted that she draw her a bath, not caring if she washed away his seed, and procured some salve for inner thighs that had been rubbed raw from his badgering.

The ball was a chance at remedying this deadlock in progress. They could not go on like this. Without recognition their titles meant nothing. Agatha had sent out invitations a month before the ball, but every Lord, Lady, and untitled gentleman in between of the old Ton found some excuse that kept them from attending or took to avoiding giving an answer to said invitation in its entirety.

The dowager princess was no help to them. She wanted her to cancel her ball. “The crown can not choose sides, Agatha.” She had told her with Lord Butte's sore face hissing on impartiality before being dismissed. Impartiality was the crown’s approach to everything,

Yet it was they who had chosen to go through this experiment. To make them titled members of the Ton. To integrate them within society, but no one could say that any true integration had taken place. They would stay stuck in this place of limbo with no recourse. Would flounder and not even their queen seemed to care.

Months rolled by, and their honeymoon was long over, but the queen's attention remained preoccupied, or rather obsessively fixated on her husband and his whereabouts. Agatha had tried to hint at the desperation of their situation, but the girl lived in her own world. She was entirely ambivalent about the needs of her people.

To that too Agatha could see that the fault did not lie with her. Charlotte was a girl who was unused to being othered. She had grown up with her place firmly set in the world. Her parents had ruled over their own land and her eldest brother after them. Their title and land had passed onto him without contest.

She did not understand what it meant to be considered a foreigner in one’s own home. To be excluded from appropriate society. Not allowed lands or a title. Not even allowed attendance at a ball. She did not even see that she was different from the people who she ruled over now. The ones who sought to exclude her people.

She had tried to get the girl to understand with less forthright means, but Agatha could no longer hold her tongue. “You hold our fates in your hands.” Charlotte was the queen. She had to be the queen. It was all up to her. It was now or never that they would be seen as equals or fall back to the edges of society, to exclusion, back to where they were supposed to be according to these people. “Your palace walls are too high, your majesty.”

Truthfully Agatha did not know what to expect when she had left the queen on such a note. She had hoped that she had not driven the girl further away. She prayed that she had actually listened to her. The girl was so hardheaded, but she needed her to listen to her. For she could not cancel her ball. Not now.

We are all given a lot in life, but that does not mean that circumstances can not change. Change is a constant in life and things had changed. They just needed a little push for those who doubted them to see that the only way was forward.

Agatha would not have chosen this life for herself. She certainly would not have chosen to be Lord Hermain Danbury’s wife. To be made to simper to those who wished her to mind her place. To be made into a vessel To go through all these treatments, the pain, the humiliations, in hopes of birthing an heir for a man who she loathed in so many ways, but could never fully express so. She had no control over that, but this she might.

They deserved more than to be used and discarded as if they were rats in some madman’s lab. She would see that they got more. She could influence the queen. She prayed she could influence her.

In the end, her fretting had been for naught. It was not a mere minute past Lord Danbury obsessing over his appearance and worrying saying that their guest would never arrive did their first guest indeed arrive.

None other than Lady Ledger herself accompanied by her husband Lord Ledger. Her pale face strained under the weight of a poorly constructed smile that did not reach her icy irises. Agatha wondered how long she could hold that smile before it finally cracked and revealed some measure of truth.

Her husband, Lord Ledger held that very same false smile at first glance. It was not until Lady Ledger had taken back her hand with some speed to head into their drawing room that had been transformed into a ballroom with Lord Danbury hot on her heels, did his eyes, which were a friendly shade of brown Agatha would later decide, warm.

With a jolly smile, with a glimmer of mischief upon his face, he told her that Lady Ledger planned upon skipping their ball, but received a personal note from the King stating that he would be in attendance. Lord Ledger went on to state his admiration, offered his friendship, and invited her husband to join him on his hunts.

His disposition was the opposite of his wife. It would appear that Lady Allen’s judgment of “poor devil” may have been the truth of the matter. Though at that moment she did not have much time to think on it. Her hosting duties quickly distracted her from the case that was Lord Ledger.

Agatha breathed easier as the guest trickled in one after another. From both sides of the Ton. Thanking God above that the queen had listened to her. Of course getting both sides to attend the first ball of the season, the ball of the season, was only half the battle.

The mood was low. Neither side would interact with one another. Once they had arrived they merely stood there. Huddled together making conversation with their old friends. Whispering to themselves and eyeing the other half or dancing only with partners from their side but making no move to venture out. Making no move to mingle. It might as well be that they were not even attending the same party Princess Augusta and her orchestra as always provided no help.

The dowager princess fanned herself as she looked around the tense room. Her eyes would catch Agatha’s every so often. Narrowing her gaze in disapproval. Lord Buttes' expression was as acerbic as ever. There was no joy in his stiff constitution. Agatha ventured to guess that his face may be permanently stuck in that position for she had not once seen him with so much as a hint of a smile.

The champagne flowed freely, the music played on. She had provided everything she could, but she could not force them to play nice with one another to mingle. To make merry in the revelry as if they were old friends.

The king and queen had arrived late, but they had arrived. Agatha had to thank the lord above for if they had not—she would not think of it. She could not think of it for Lord Ledger was making his over to her. Asking Lord Danbury for her hand for a dance.

Agatha could not recall the last time she had danced with another. Danced at all. Her husband would always complain of a bout of gout or the quality of the music. “What a ghastly noise that fellow makes.” Lord Smthye-Smith at his wife’s urging, who had taken pity upon her when she had seen her staring off wistfully at the couple’s twirling around in front of them, had asked her to join him for a turn once, but Lord Danbury had refused his friend's offer.

He blamed it on the pace of the dance then. “It is far too much exertion for Agatha.” However, her husband would not be able to deny Lord Ledger’s request nor did he want. The man practically jumped at the chance. A grin stretched his umber face. Exposing the cracks in his ashen skin It was on her to turn down the invitation.

Agatha wondered if it was a joke at her expense. Judging by the face Lady Ledger made her mouth drawn in a tight line, icy blue eyes scanning the room before she settled upon throwing glares her way, Lord Ledger’s request was sincere. She reached for his outstretched hand. Letting the lord lead her to join the king and queen on the dance floor.

She did not pay much attention to the song playing. Her mind was distracted with a thousand thoughts floating around. The man who had claimed her hand was chief among them. Perhaps it was wrong, but she could not help comparing Lord Ledger to her husband.

Lord Danbury's hands were always cold when he took them in his for a round. Damp and clammy. Chapped and calloused from poor management and age. His grip would always pinch. He was a rather stiff dancer. Clumsy in his movements it was his croaky voice that made complaints upon her dancing abilities.

Lord Ledger’s hands were warm. They showed signs of age, but they were steady. He glided around the dance floor with ease. His voice was not very deep, but it was soothing as was his smile. Making her cheeks warm ever so slightly with something light turning in the pit of her belly as he complimented her home and person. Everything about him was comforting as she took him in.

“I had the pleasure of meeting your father the other day.” The lord began with after the second turn. Breaking her from her musings with a jolt. Nearly losing her footing at the change in conversation. A lump formed in her throat as she inquired about what might have been said. Dreading the answer.

“I hope he was not too much of a bother my lord.” The years had not softened him quite the contrary. The man for all intents and purposes had become a recluse. With his only child married off, there was no need for him to be out in society. Joseph Robinson was content with his own company. He was not a man who had the ability to converse so easily. All stubbornness. Worse than Lord Danbury.

Her husband would dismiss her suggestions and then employ them without so much as giving Agatha credit for them, but he would listen. With her father, it was his way or none at all. His self-imposed solitude seemed to drive him further into his convictions.

“None at all my lady. Though I admit that he is quite the character.” His chuckle was as easy as his smile, it was meant to be reassuring but Agatha felt a flush. This time with embarrassment rather than those butterflies.

She knew how that conversation went. My daughter is Countess Danbury. He’d make sure to mention that half a dozen times. She is one of the queen's ladies in waiting. Agatha must have taken to biting her lip or staring off for Lord Ledger gave her hand a small squeeze. “He could not stop speaking of you and now I do see why.” Levity returned as did that same fluttering. They danced in silence for the rest of the song.

It was over far too soon. Their guests left with laughter on their tongues and a twinkle in their eyes. Agatha herself felt overjoyed, reeling from the excitement of the evening. The dancing, the champagne which she was allowed a glass, or two of, that buzzing which would not go away, but her elation at their success all ended when Lord Danbury dragged her to his bedroom. She was not the only one who had been left in a state of jubilation. The swell of the night caused for celebration.

Her husband took her from behind with much vigor. Knocking her into the headboard with each thrust no matter what measures she took. Agatha always felt as if she were a mare in that position. Hated being reminded of the fact that she was one, but it had its benefits. It was preferable rather than having to face Lord Danbury. To have him wheezing down upon her and on that occasion, it might have saved her life. Or at least might have saved her from the humiliation of being found crushed half naked underneath his great weight gasping for breath.

For all the doctor's visits at the Danbury residence, save for one, they had missed a more worthy patient. The circus of her womb was no distraction for Lord Danbury’s race against mortality. When it was said and done his quest for legacy had been in vain. He had not lived past three months of gaining his title. With no legitimate heir of his body in sight.

And so Agatha’s marriage to Lord Danbury had ended in the way it was consummated. Staring up at the ceiling as her husband took his rights, hammering at her womb. While she waited for it all to be over. Prayed for it to be with each jab. Only this time, that prayer had been answered with a thump and a smile that would never fade.

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Johann Georg Ziesenis, Portrait of Queen Charlotte when Princess Sophie Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, ca. 1760-77

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Before he married Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, King George III set his sights on marrying Lady Sarah Lennox, the daughter of Charles Lennox, the 2nd Duke of Richmond. Lord Bute, the King's advisor, reportedly vetoed the engagement. Why was Lord Bute against Lady Lennox as a royal bride?

So, the first thing to mention is that it was fairly normal to be against a monarch marrying a subject, particularly in England. This was rare in post-conquest English history, and would be mainly associated with some not-great periods/events - Edward IV's marriage to Elizabeth Woodville, which played into the civil wars between the houses of York and Lancaster, and of course most of the wives of Henry VIII and their sad fates. The proper thing for a monarch or even an heir to do was to marry someone else considered royalty in order to strengthen an international alliance and to prevent an imbalance of power in the aristocracy.

Another aspect of the situation was influence. As a young man of about 20 with little experience, George depended greatly on his mother (the dowager Princess of Wales who would never get to be queen herself, whose only hope of being in any kind of power was through her son) and Lord Bute (formerly George's tutor, definitely close to the princess, possibly her lover). If George was married to and infatuated with Lady Sarah Lennox, he would obviously listen to her above all others. A dutiful international match, on the other hand, could eventually produce companionate love but was unlikely to rupture George's interest in listening to those around him. This was particularly a concern because her brother-in-law was Henry Fox, a Whig politician and so Bute's opponent - as a queen consort with her husband's ear, she could have funneled information and opinions from Fox directly to the king, and Fox did promote the match for this reason.

However, we need to be careful in assuming a grand passion and broken hearts. Sources differ on the extent to which George was fixed on Lady Sarah - some say that he was forcibly detached from her by Bute's manipulation, others that he understood the problems with marrying a subject very well himself and would never have done it. We have an account of George making statements implying that he wanted to make Sarah his queen and her turning him down as directly as politeness and subjecthood allowed (ie, by not saying anything) ... from Henry Fox's memoir of the period, not exactly neutral, but at the same time it suggests that a major bar to the marriage was that she simply did not entertain the king's affections.

The 1837 memoir of Sarah's son, Captain Napier, likewise passes down accounts that George liked her and tested the waters but was shut down at first by her own refusal to engage; then after Sarah broke her leg and George had an opportunity to be kind to her rather than just flirtatious, she did accept a second offer of marriage (Napier says), but ...

Then came all the arts and intrigues of courtiers, of clashing interests, of politicians and ministers; then arose the pride and fears of family, then envy, hatred, and malice, and all uncharitableness reared their secret heads while they openly bedecked themselves in smiles and flattery.

Bute et al., of course. Still, according to Napier's recounting of what his mother told him, she was not in love with the king, and in the end she was more upset about the way he never let on that he was secretly contracting a marriage with Charlotte until it was officially announced, letting her think they were still engaged, than she was about actually not getting married to him. Supposedly she was also more upset about her pet squirrel's death around the same time. (Fox agrees with that, btw.)

From a letter by Lady Sarah Lennox to her friend, Lady Susan Fox Strangeways (best name), July 1761:

To begin to astonish you as much as I was, I must tell you that the --- is going to be married to a Princess of Mecklenburg, & that I am sure of it. There is a Council to morrow on purpose, the orders for it are urgent, & important business; does not your chollar rise at hearing this; but you think I daresay that I have been doing some terrible thing to deserve it, for you won't be easily brought to change so totaly your opinion of any person; but I assure you I have not. I have been very often since I wrote last, but tho' nothing was said, he always took pains to shew me some prefference by talking twice, and mighty kind speeches and looks; even last Thursday, the day after the orders were come out, the hipocrite had the face to come up & speak to me with all the good humour in the world, & seemed to want to speak to me but was afraid. There is something so astonishing in this that I can hardly believe, but yet Mr Fox knows it to be true; I cannot help wishing to morrow over, tho' I can expect nothing from it. He must have sent to this woman before you went out of town; then what business had he to begin again? In short, his behaviour is that of a man who has neither sense, good nature, nor honesty. I shall go Thursday sennight; I shall take care to shew that I am not mortified to anybody, but if it is true that one can vex anybody with a reserved, cold manner, he shall have it, I promise him. Now as to what I think about it as to myself, excepting this little revenge, I have almost forgiven him; luckily for me I did not love him, & only liked him, nor did the title weigh anything with me; so little at least, that my disappointment did not affect my spirits above one hour or two I believe. I did not cry, I assure you, which I believe you will, as I know you were more set upon it than I. The thing I am most angry at is looking so like a fool, as I shall for having gone so often for nothing, but I don't much care; if he was to change his mind again (which can't be tho') & not give me a very good reason for his conduct, I would not have him, for if he is so weak as to be govern'd by everybody, I shall have but a bad time of it.

This is followed a week later by an account of how she was freezing cold to him when he spoke to her at court, and her desire to be asked to be train-bearer at the coronation because "it's the best way of seeing the Coronation".

As for asking her to be a bridesmaid, Fox suggests that it would have "seem'd affected" to neglect her: she was enough of a fixture among the unmarried, high-ranking women at court that she merited being asked, and if he hadn't asked her after dumping her it would have looked like a very deliberate snub. Both Fox and Napier agree that she took it very mildly and wasn't bitter about appearing as bridesmaid rather than bride, and Napier says that while Charlotte was very gracious about it, George stared at Sarah through the ceremony. Sarah's letters explain that she thought turning down the offer might have opened her up to gossip - "I was always of the opinion that the less fuss or talk there is of it the better." (Her sister Caroline was very much against her accepting, and they fought about it; Sarah was pretty angry to overhear Caroline complaining about it to a friend outside the family and asked Susan, who was also against it, to keep her opinions to herself because she was sick of being criticized over the decision.) It was after the ceremony that Sarah was mistaken for Charlotte by John Fane, 7th Earl of Westmoreland, who was 75 at the time, hadn't been to court since Queen Anne's time as he was a Jacobite, and could barely see - since she was first bridesmaid, she was at the head of the line and was dressed very richly, so it wasn't so strange for him to make the mistake. Napier attributes her correction to embarrassment rather than fear of Charlotte.

You can find the primary sources I referred to reprinted together in the early twentieth century, which is very handy. It's interesting to read Fox's and Napier's recounting of events for posterity, which strongly uphold Sarah's virtue and wisdom, and compare them to Sarah's actual letters, which show a real human personality so much more strongly. Unfortunately, the letters skip from August to October in 1761, so we can't read Sarah's own description of the wedding and coronation, which took place in September!

(reposted from AskHistorians)

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Gold State coach made for George III's coronation and wedding to Princess Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz. It was instead used for the State Opening of Parliament in 1762.

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The serpent of the sea

࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ alisha boe, 31, cis woman, she/her. announcing the arrival of ROSLIN GREYJOY NÉE OF ORKMONT of house HOUSE GREYJOY, the SALT WIFE OF THE HEIR of PYKE. whispers among the court name them to be both CARING and GLUTTONOUS in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in trying on many gowns. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of staring at previously empty coffers with a smile, the smell of the sea in her hair, and happily introducing yourself to highborn nobles despite your lowborn status. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their loyalties truly lie with HOUSE GREYJOY / PYKE. ( ooc : gisele, 26, she/her, est )

Full name: Roslin Greyjoy née Of Orkmont

Nicknames: Ro, Ros, Rosie (by her husband and her family only), The Sea Serpent

Age: 31

Status: Married

Station: Salt Wife of The Heir of Pyke

Title: Lady Greyjoy

Orientation: Heterosexual & Heteromantic

Children: N/A

Spoken Language: Common tongue

Religion: Drowned Gods

Family: Randor (Father), Shae (Mother), Maggy (Sister), Wick (Brother), Lord Dalton Greyjoy (Husband), Lord Torwyn Greyjoy (Brother in-law)

Traits: Positive- Kindhearted, Generous, Loyal, Curious, Caring, Optimistic, Honest

Negative- Gluttonous, Lustful, Impulsive, Spiteful, Aloof, Impatient, Devious

Character inspo: Irri (Game of Thrones), Mary Tudor (The Spanish Princess), Elizabeth Tudor (Becoming Elizabeth), Queen Charlotte Mecklenburg-Strelitz (Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story), Ariel (The Little Mermaid), Mysaria (House of The Dragon)

Background

The sound of waves crashing against rocks was the first sound she heard when she was born... that and her own cries. Roslin was born to a lowborn family of humble smallfolk in Orkmont. Her mother was a fishwife who would sometimes go and catch fish by herself. However, the day that Roslin was born, her mother had been working at the shores of Orkmont and had given birth to her on the rocks before continuing her duties with her newborn daughter in her arms. Roslin's father was an oarsman for different ships in the Iron Islands. He was never paid well for his strenuous work that would sometimes leave him bedridden for a few days due to excruciating pain in his arms and back. He was as strong as an Ox however, far more muscular than other men on Orkmont and he was often admired for his strength when he went into town. Roslin has an older brother and an older sister. She loved playing with her siblings by the sea and despite the fact the family was exceedingly poor, their home was filled with warmth, love and laughter... and this environment at home made Roslin into the woman she is today. She was like a kind-hearted fish swimming happily in a pond... but soon, she was plucked from her small beginnings and thrown into a deep ocean.

Opportunity arrived rather violently on a stormy day as the waves crashed against the rocks, Roslin was a young girl no longer, she was a woman of eight and twenty at that point and had become a sort of fishwife herself. She knew that doing her job during a storm was dangerous, but the family had to eat and so she cast out her net to the sea before a violent wave knocked her back. She fell back and the force knocked her out, leaving her to get swept out to sea... but not for long. She woke up hours later... not on a rock like she thought she would, but on a ship. Roslin was rightfully frightened as she woke up but her fear would soon be combined with awe as she laid eyes upon Lord Dalton Greyjoy who she had learned had saved her life. She was thankful to him and she wished to repay him somehow, but she knew that she was poor and couldn't do so unfortunately, she had nothing to give... nothing except a pearl hairpin that her mother had given her. It wasn't much, but Roslin wanted him to have it. After recovering from her nasty fall, she returned home... only to see Dalton Greyjoy again a few moons later. She saw him more and more, and she thoroughly enjoyed his company. She fell in love with him, and eventually they got married... it was a love match, a pure love match and Roslin couldn't be happier... despite the fact that she would have to adjust to her new role as a wife... especially as the wife of the Lord Heir of Pyke.

She wasn't used to wearing lavish gowns, or wearing her hair in a certain style or wearing shoes on her feet... she practically tried to fight her new handmaidens when they tried to dress her those first few times, but eventually she got used to her brand new way of life... except for when it came to being around highborn nobles and royalty. In Pyke she was taught about how certain things worked in the world of a highborn noble... and she understood it... well, kind of. She knows that she should stay polite to everyone she meets, but that doesn't mean that she has to like it and stay quiet about it. She does quite the opposite, she speaks her mind most times and is only now getting a grip on her wanton mouth. To some she may come off as crass or ignorant... but in Roslin's case it's quite the opposite. She's actually very smart and may not pick up on something right away but she certainly listens, watches and learns... this skill causes others to be caught off guard when she inevitably confronts someone. This earned her the nickname The Sea Serpent.

Roslin sends ravens to her family on Orkmont nearly everyday. She loves the adventures and the advantages that come with marrying a highborn lord but she never forgets where she came from and she sometimes goes to the nearest beach on Pyke and sits at the shore or she'll simply sit somewhere and let a nice breeze blow through her hair just so she can feel closer to home.

Upon getting comfortable in her new life, Roslin has developed a bit of a gluttonous and vain side to her, she loves trying on gowns and indulging in the luxuries she didn't have back on Orkmont. Her tastes vary on a day to day basis, but lately she's been desiring more when it comes to a lot of things. More gowns, more shoes, more servants, more power, more everything! She doesn't indulge in her desires however without the basic knowledge and fact of life that she is only recently becoming familiar with... which is the more you have, the more dangerous you are perceived to be, and the more dangerous you are perceived to be the more enemies you shall have. And upon being currently surrounded by many highborn nobles and royals of many different houses, Roslin is finding the sentiment to be true... The Sea Serpent is surrounded by enemies of the land... enemies that she is not yet used to.

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What Netflix Tudum got wrong about Bridgerton titles

In the article published yesterday there were a number of glaring errors (yes I am specifically thinking of Kathani vs Katherine), but one that showed the lack of any kind of research from the (no doubt) American authors of the article was the titles of the characters. So let's look at how each of the titled characters should have been addressed in the article.

Princess Augusta: Princess Augusta had three titles in her life time, the first was her title at birth, Princess Augusta of Saxe-Gotha, after her marriage she was HRH The Princess of Wales, and upon the death of her husband she became HRH The Dowager Princess of Wales. However, to say they got her title incorrect in the article is a little nitpicky because Princess Augusta was a princess in her own right and therefore could rightly be referred to as such.

Queen Charlotte: At her birth Queen Charlotte was Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, on her marriage she became the Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland, Electress/Queen Consort of Hanover. However, in the tradition of all Queen Consorts, she was referred to as HM Queen Charlotte.

HM King George: Now, I am going to nitpick a little with this. Whilst technically he was King George, officially (and in all written correspondence) he was HM King George III, being the third King with the name George.

Adolphus: To have referred to Charlotte's brother solely as Adolphus in writing at the time would have been highly insulting. Adolphus Frederick IV, Duke of Mecklenburg-Strelitz was his full title and referring to him as anything less is incorrect.

Prince Regent George: Okay, this one really irritates me, HRH Prince George, the Prince of Wales was his full title, and from 1811 until his father's death in 1820 he was also the Prince Regent of the United Kingdom. At no point would he be referred to as Prince Regent George.

Princess Charlotte Augusta: Whilst this title is correct, in formal settings she would be referred to as HRH Princess Charlotte of Wales. I understand that it is possible that for the show she will be referred to as Princess Charlotte Augusta in order to avoid confusion with the current Princess Charlotte of Wales.

Lady Agatha Danbury: It is hard to know if this is correct or not. In order for the honorific Lady to be used with her Christian name Lady Danbury would have to have been the daughter of an Earl or higher, my understanding is that she did not have a title prior to the marriage of Queen Charlotte and King George, and the title was provided to her husband. In this instance the title she takes on is that of her husband, ie: Lady Danbury, but does not include her first name. She would more correctly be styled as Agatha, Lady Danbury, rather than Lady Agatha Danbury.

Lord Danbury: No issues with this, he has been granted a peerage and will be known as Lord Danbury.

Dominic Danbury: Now this is interesting, and would depend on what peerage his father held. If his father was an Earl or higher the he would be Lord Dominic Danbury assuming he is the eldest, if he was a younger son of an Earl or the son of a Viscount or Baron then he would be styled The Honourable Mr Dominic Danbury.

Dowager Viscountess Violet Bridgerton: Again an interesting one. Before marriage, depending on the rank of her father, Violet could have been Lady Violet (if her father was an Earl, Marquess, or Duke), or she would have been The Honourable Miss Violet Ledger if her father was a Viscount or Baron. On her marriage, she would initially either been Lady Violet Bridgerton, even whilst Edmund remained The Honourable Mr Edmund Bridgerton, or she would have been styled The Honourable Mrs Violet Bridgerton. Once Edmund became Viscount, Violet would be either initially addressed as The Viscountess Bridgerton thereafter addressed as Lady Violet Bridgerton, or addressed as The Viscountess Bridgerton thereafter addressed as Lady Bridgerton without her first name, this again depends on her father's title. After the death of Edmund Violet would have remained the Viscountess until Anthony's marriage, at which point she becomes The Dowager Viscountess. There are a number of ways a Dowager may be addressed, she could still be addressed as Lady Bridgerton, or informally referred to as The Dowager, but most likely she would be referred to as The Dowager Viscountess. Her first name would only be included in her title if her father held the title of Earl or higher.

Viscount Edmund Bridgerton: As Anthony is known in the show, when Edmund was alive he would have been addressed as Lord Bridgerton, and known formally as The Viscount Bridgerton.

Viscountess Kathani Bridgerton: We all love the idea of Kate being called Lady Kathani, but regrettably this is incorrect. She would be formally The Viscountess Bridgerton, and addressed as Lady Bridgerton. She may also be known as Kathani, Viscountess Bridgerton.

The Bridgerton siblings. Okay, I am doing this in one go, because they all hold the same honorific. As Anthony's younger siblings are children of a Viscount, even though he is deceased, they would all retain the honorific The Hon. So the girls would be The Honourable Miss (eg: The Honourable Miss Bridgerton, or The Honourable Miss Francesca Bridgerton / The Honourable Miss Hyacinth Bridgerton), and the boys likewise would be The Honourable Mr....

Duchess Daphne Basset: Another one that irritates me (along with Simon so I don't have to repeat myself). Whilst Basset is Daphne's family name it has no bearing on her title, and as the Duchess of Hastings she would be addressed as Her Grace the Duchess of Hastings. Only her family would get to use her first name.

Duke Simon Basset: Grrr... yes I am really irritated again. Simon, as with Daphne, would be His Grace the Duke of Hastings.

August Basset: Another irritant. As the eldest son of a Duke Augie would take on a courtesy title, which would be the subsidiary title of his father, in the case of Bridgerton this title is the Earl of Clyvedon. Augie would be formally addressed as Lord Clyvedon, and informally be known as Clyvedon, obviously his family would call him Augie.

Newton Bridgerton: No, he doesn't have a title, but I had to mention our favourite furry friend. Newton of course could now be styled The Honourable Newton Bridgerton, which I think has a nice ring to it. 😊

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