Chapter 72: Anne, Queen Of Plots
Windsor was nice during the spring, the air was filled with pleasantness and there was not a hint of the odour that sometimes affected Whitehall. Another benefit was that George did not have wheeze and splutter as he sometimes did whilst they were at Whitehall. There were days when Anne considered moving her official residence to Hampton Court, where George did much better, but he would always tell her not to be foolish. That Whitehall was the symbol of her power, and authority and that she’d be an idiot to give it up. She disagreed with him, but complied nonetheless. Now, they walked down the pathway of the gardens of this old castle and talked.
“You know, I do think Sunderland will likely die before he retires.” Anne said. Sunderland, was approaching sixty and showed no signs of slowing down.
George laughed, he was in a much better mood now than he had been during their time at Whitehall before Easter. “That does not surprise me. The man works and works. He has lived an entire career serving the family, I do not think he knows anything else.”
Anne didn’t laugh, instead she said. “I do not think this will be a good thing. I think he must take some time off. Shrewsbury has already had to pick up some of the slack for him in regards to handling France and Spain. You know he forgot to mention that Princess Maria Antonia and her husband and children were heading to Madrid. Such a thing is important. Of course, his son Robert is someone who seems to aspire to high office, but does not hold the necessary skills to make that work. Whereas his other son Charles could be quite the politician.”
George raised an eyebrow. “You want another Spencer sitting in the cabinet? I thought you’d had your fill with Robert Spencer senior.”
Anne smirked at that, she had complained unceasingly about Spencer initially, seeing him as far too old fashioned and nowhere near enough flexible to meet with her needs. “My opinion on the man has changed somewhat. I know what value he brings, plus I am not quite convinced that Shrewsbury has quite abandoned his whiggish ways and the way Devonshire set him for.” That was true, Shrewsbury reminded her of a snake, someone willing to change with the tide.
“Will you promote him to the Southern Department when Sunderland dies?” George asked as blunt as ever.
“I don’t think I have a choice.” Anne replied, as they turned right and down into her favourite part of the gardens. “Shrewsbury has the most experience in dealing with the states of Europe. Drummond thinks he does, but he is more valuable as Secretary for Scotland, John is a soldier not a politician and Godolphin is good with numbers. Truth be told, if Middleton had some sense I might put him back into his position, but he continues to demand something or the other.”
Charles Middleton was a man who’d served under her uncle and her father, and whilst he was capable, he was also incredibly aggravating demanding pay well beyond his services. George did not like him one bit, as shown by the frown he wore. “What is the man wanting now?”
“A higher salary and a palace. He wants a palace.” Anne replied as if that sorted everything.
Her husband laughed. “I think the Board of Admiralty deserve one palace, indeed, I think perhaps setting them up in Dover would be for the best.”
Anne looked at her husband then, something about the way he’d said that made her think it had come from someone other than him. “I thought you preferred to keep it stationed in Whitehall, to keep an eye on them?” That was the reason he’d used, initially.
“I do. But there will be war again, and I think we’d be best equipped to handle things from Dover, where the ships are actually stationed, or rather where Herbert’s ships are stationed than in Whitehall, where anything could happen.” George replied.
“Is this because you distrust Herbert? Or because you want to see active service?” Anne asked. Her husband had been wanting to fight during the Six Years War and she had denied him that, fearing that something would happen to him. He had not quite forgiven her for that.
“Herbert is not a problem; we have an understanding. I just think that as Lord High Admiral my place is where the ships are.” George replied, then added. “During war time.”
Anne sighed, frustration growing. “Why do you keep saying there will be war? France was just as badly hit, if not more so than us, with the Six Years War. Louis of France is many things but I do not think he is a complete idiot to demand war so soon after the conclusion of the last war.”
“We know that he has rebuilt his fleet with more guns per ship than we have. We know that he has men patrolling the border of the Spanish Low Countries, and we know the Savoyards allowed French troops under the command of his nephew to patrol their border with the Italian lands. What more do you need?” George replied heatedly.
Anne sighed and stopped walking, forcing her husband to stop as well. “Okay, say he is planning another war, what would you want me to allow you to do? Command a ship? Command a regiment? What? Why are you so desperate to fight?”
Her husband sighed. “I am a man and a soldier, mon Cherie, this is what I am made for. I love you and our children, but I am a fighter. I must command and I must show the politicians that we are committed to this cause.”
Anne wanted to scream, this was something she had greatly feared. “If I let you serve an active command, what will you do?”
“I will ensure to be as safe as one can be during the fighting.” Her husband replied. He turned and took her hands in his. “I promise.”
Anne nodded, and wanting to change the subject she instead said. “Mary will be marrying Charles of Sweden in the next few moons, Anne Sophia shall be heading to Portugal in the new century, but what of James. Our son is heir to the Kingdom; he needs a suitable bride. And we cannot have a Catholic one.” That was a shame, there were a few brides she thought might do some good from the Habsburg family.
Her husband said nothing for a moment, then replied. “I think Caroline of Ansbach would make a good wife for our boy.”
“She comes from a cadet branch of the Brandenburgs, what would she bring?” Anne replied. She wanted a Princess for her son, not some cadet scoundrel.
“George of Hanover’s son seems to be interested in her, furthermore, she would bring a heavy dowry with her. And she is said to be quite smart, we know James is highly intelligent. It would do him good to have an equal there to talk to.” George replied.
Anne considered this, she had heard a little of Caroline of Ansbach and she was supposed to be very beautiful, and smart, but she was from a minor family. Would she make an appropriate bride? “I shall have to think on this.” Was what she replied with. They continued walking, this time in relative silence, enjoying one another’s company.