I've been kicking this idea around for quite some time. What would happen if George III had been out of the picture as of 1783 when the Fox-North Coalition took control?
Chapter 1:
Why must father be ever so critical?! Is it not HIS fault that I have no occupation? I would join the army in a moment if only he would let me! And why must my allowance be so small?
Mr. Fox says that father is jealous of my cultured lifestyle. That may be true. Damn the man! I can barely stand to be in the King's presence. Mother understands but never stands up to him. How I wish I could just escape.
On another matter, I saw Mrs. Fitzherbert again! What a beauty! I must make her my mistress!
April, 1783 - London
George III stewed in his own juices for weeks after making the difficult decision to accept that traitor Lord North's proposal to include FOX, CHARLES FOX, of all people, into the government. George III's 22 year reign had seen some low points but never this low. Never had there been a man in Parliament that the King had loathed so very...VERY...much.
Well, maybe George Grenville. And Fox hadn't even been his First Lord, just an obnoxious voice in the Commons. Hell, he made his father Henry Fox look downright respectable in comparison. And this was not just personal dislike. How could the nation hold up its head with such a man in an august a position as Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs (a new position). That the King's long time Minister, Lord North, would so insult his sovereign to even consider...
But the King could not find an adequate coalition to control the government without these men. Rockingham was dead, Shelburne was perhaps the most abrasive man in Britain and incapable of amity with anyone. In desperation, the King had even approached William Pitt, the 24-year-old son of his old pseudo-enemy that led the nation through the 7 Years War. Though less annoying than his father, that the King would even consider approaching the younger Pitt was a sign of the times.
On several occasions throughout his reign, George III had contemplated abdication. This was one of them. However, the thought of his twit of a son ascending to the throne of Great Britain and Ireland...hell, that was more offensive that Charles Fox in the government!
And that said it all.
Finally, grudgingly, George III consented and promptly retreated to the country, hunting every day in hopes of drowning out the rage in his heart.
The King was riding through some dense thicket in pursuit of a deer when his attention wandered, his mind again on the humiliation of his government. He didn't even see the pointed branch before it struck his forehead.
Chapter 1:
Why must father be ever so critical?! Is it not HIS fault that I have no occupation? I would join the army in a moment if only he would let me! And why must my allowance be so small?
Mr. Fox says that father is jealous of my cultured lifestyle. That may be true. Damn the man! I can barely stand to be in the King's presence. Mother understands but never stands up to him. How I wish I could just escape.
On another matter, I saw Mrs. Fitzherbert again! What a beauty! I must make her my mistress!
April, 1783 - London
George III stewed in his own juices for weeks after making the difficult decision to accept that traitor Lord North's proposal to include FOX, CHARLES FOX, of all people, into the government. George III's 22 year reign had seen some low points but never this low. Never had there been a man in Parliament that the King had loathed so very...VERY...much.
Well, maybe George Grenville. And Fox hadn't even been his First Lord, just an obnoxious voice in the Commons. Hell, he made his father Henry Fox look downright respectable in comparison. And this was not just personal dislike. How could the nation hold up its head with such a man in an august a position as Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs (a new position). That the King's long time Minister, Lord North, would so insult his sovereign to even consider...
But the King could not find an adequate coalition to control the government without these men. Rockingham was dead, Shelburne was perhaps the most abrasive man in Britain and incapable of amity with anyone. In desperation, the King had even approached William Pitt, the 24-year-old son of his old pseudo-enemy that led the nation through the 7 Years War. Though less annoying than his father, that the King would even consider approaching the younger Pitt was a sign of the times.
On several occasions throughout his reign, George III had contemplated abdication. This was one of them. However, the thought of his twit of a son ascending to the throne of Great Britain and Ireland...hell, that was more offensive that Charles Fox in the government!
And that said it all.
Finally, grudgingly, George III consented and promptly retreated to the country, hunting every day in hopes of drowning out the rage in his heart.
The King was riding through some dense thicket in pursuit of a deer when his attention wandered, his mind again on the humiliation of his government. He didn't even see the pointed branch before it struck his forehead.
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