Chapter 8: George
George stoked the fire, briefly, reflecting on the past few months. His father in law had died at the end of March, preceded by his sister in law, and his wife had been crowned Queen in August, he had been confirmed in his role as Consort and confirmed in his title as His Royal Highness the Duke of Cumberland, with a host of subsidiary titles. His wife had shown that she preferred the court party, the high church party, and almost shared similar views to her father, on everything except Catholics in office. There had been a purge of Catholic officers, and now things were somewhat back to normal. Though George knew his wife and he knew that things wouldn’t remain as such. He put the poker back in its holder and sat down. He looked at his wife, who stared at the letter in her hand.
“You know the bill makes some reason of sense.” George said. The bill in his wife’s hand was the Occasional Conformity Bill. Introduced by the Earl of Shrewsbury it would ensure that the Court party could keep control over the electoral system by giving those who occasionally attended Anglican rite, the chance to hold office and stand for election. “It would ensure people like Devonshire could not rally support to their desire to oppose your agenda. Furthermore, it would make someone such as Peterborough more inclined to favour you as well.” Peterborough wasn’t a Catholic as far as George could tell but he was most definitely more in the high, high church school of thought.
Anne put the paper down and said. “I know, but I suspect Devonshire was the one who convinced Shrewsbury to introduce the bill. Every time the man speaks in cabinet meetings I can hear Devonshire speaking through him. He suggested Puritans getting more leeway to hold their own services, the other day. This coming from a man hated in the Puritan community!”
George hid a grin, he knew his wife disliked the fact that Shrewsbury had converted religion to take his seat, that she felt it dishonest. “So, what will you do? The Parliament has sat only for two months, and they have been quite friendly to your agenda, they’ve allowed you to give me quite a sum of money, they’re willing to consider paying off that debt sell that I have in Holstein, and they are willing to expand the military. This is the first bill they themselves have put before you. Will you reject it?”
Anne bit her lip, as she often did when she was nervous. To George it was an endearing trait. One that their daughter Mary had also developed. “I do not know. I am wary that those who support Catholic emancipation, or even non-believers, would seek to use it as a means of opening the door further. There is also the fact that the non-conformists were in alliance with my father, and I do not wish to be seen as sharing the same sort of agenda as him.”
George nodded, he understood his wife’s concerns. She’d had to do a lot of work to assure the lords that she would not bring the country back to Rome, her father had done much damage, and the presence of his wife was not helping things. “So, what shall you do?” He asked, suspecting he knew the course his wife would take.
Anne picked up the letter again and said. “I shall ask Shrewsbury and Sunderland to reconsider the bill, suggest amendments to the wording to make it seem less as though I am opening the door to some sort of Catholic purgatory and go from there.”
“A wise move my dear.” George said. His wife smiled.
She took his hand then and said. “I’ve made my mind up and had it signed from council today. From this day forth that all children of the sovereign shall bear the style of Royal Highness, as will grandchildren of the sovereign descending in the male line. Great-grandchildren in the male line will bear the style His Highness. I think that is appropriate, don’t you?”
George nodded. “Very much so.” He had always thought it odd how the Royal Family had not really thought over the styling of their princes, and princesses, instead referring to them simply as Your Grace, even if they weren’t directly related to the sovereign. It was good that that had been ensured.
“Has your brother mentioned whether he will join the alliance?” Anne asked then. George sighed, war with France was looking more and more likely, with King Louis of France eyeing up the land in the Rhine and the Spanish Low Countries that he believed was his. With the Holy Alliance pushing the Turks on the back foot, things seemed possible for an actual war to force Louis to see sense. George had written to his brother asking him to consider joining the war effort on England’s side.
George sighed. “He has not yet replied. I know that he holds some doubt over siding with the alliance against France. And I think I know how to convince him to side with us.” His wife gestured for him to continue and so he did. “There is land in the Duchy of Schleswig-Gottorp that rightfully belongs to Denmark, but is being held by the Duke of Gottorp, this land needs to be handed over to my brother, as does the land in the Duchy of Saxe-Lauenburg, but for some reason the Emperor has handed that over to some family or the other. As for the Duchy of Holstein-Gottorp that truly belongs to Denmark also, and as such in exchange for a lump sum of money and perhaps an exchange of land toward Gottorp getting something more beneficial toward them whilst not infringing on Danish privileges.”
George knew that this was a long shot, but it was something he had thought about for some time. He knew his brother and he knew that this was the best that they could offer. Or rather that they could suggest the Emperor offer. His wife looked surprised at this, though she did say. “I shall think on whether this is something we can truly suggest to the Emperor. I know that the Dukes of Gottorp are in alliance with Sweden and through them the French, but they might be more inclined to money and other lands, to ensure that they are not broken down into nothing. Perhaps they can be given the County of Oldenburg?”
George nodded encouraged. “Possibly, if the Emperor would rather have Denmark on our side than siding with the French.”
His wife smiled. “I shall speak with Sunderland about this and then take it forward.” George kissed his wife’s hand in gratitude.