Chapter 77: Death, Scheme
Windsor was always a nicer place for them during the summer. Whitehall became quite stuffy and humid, as the temperature inevitably rose. Court came with them, alongside a myriad of officials, dancers and other people hoping to make some mark on them. George always seemed to get better, or feel better when he was in Windsor during the summer, away from the stuffiness and hot air. Indeed, they were far more able to go on walks during their time at Windsor than at Whitehall.
They were on one such walk now. Anne wanted to discuss a great many things, but most importantly she wanted to discuss their children. “I think that Mary should be married as soon as Charles of Sweden is ready. He has been ruling independently for two years now, our ambassador there speaks of how he rules with an iron fist. With the way things are looking now, I think that we should push for the marriage to happen as soon as possible.”
George said nothing for a moment, Anne knew he was considering her words, he had always been thoughtful like that. “Mary is only fifteen, my dear, she has some time yet to grow and to prosper. Besides, I do not think it would do us any good to rush into such a marriage. We have the betrothal, but I am not sure whether Charles of Sweden means to see it through.”
Anne looked at her husband, wondering what he was thinking. “You mean to say, that you think that the Swedes will not hold true to the marriage?” That was not something she had considered, she had long thought that the Swedes would need them, after all, George had been responsible for pulling the Holsten Gottorp family away from them.
“It’s not the Swedes per say that I am worried about.” George replied. “It is their King. From all accounts, Charles seems like his father’s son in terms of military practice. But in terms of marriage, well, he hasn’t even had a mistress.”
Anne narrowed her eyes then. “What are you suggesting, dear? That the King of Sweden might swing to the other side?” Such a thought was scandalous, she was not sure if she wanted to have her daughter, her eldest at that, married off to such a man. But then, who were the other candidates?
“I do not know, my dear. But I do know that we should be careful. If there is to be a war in Europe, then yes of course we should bring Sweden into the fold and away from the French, and that would require a marriage, otherwise, I think perhaps we should wait.” George said.
Anne sighed, she would perhaps have to bring this up with Sunderland and the Cabinet. Yet, the thought of doing just that made her skin crawl. “You know the moment I mention this to the cabinet, Sunderland will opine for a French marriage, or a French client marriage, and Shrewsbury will oppose him for that direct reason. Perth will try and suggest some sort of middle ground, and the others will simply bleat. I do not think Sunderland truly cares what the situation is anymore, so long as he can spite Shrewsbury.” That was something that had long irked her. Sunderland had served her father and uncle so very well, and now in the twilight of his years he seemed to have lost that drive.
“And of course you do not want to ask him to leave, in case that brings Shrewsbury right to the door?” George asked, though it wasn’t really a question, they both knew her thoughts on Shrewsbury.
“No, definitely not. Shrewsbury is good with what he does, but some of his views are still quite aligned with Devonshire. I do not want to lean too closely toward the Dutch Republic, not with their interests so close to impeding on our own. I will have to ensure Sunderland understands this and everything else that stands before us.” Anne replied.
“Indeed it would see so.” George said. They walked along for a little while long before stopping when they heard a messenger calling out at them.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!” A boy, perhaps no older than their eldest son James stopped before them panting. “Your Majesty, I bring a message from the Earl of Sunderland.”
“Well, out with it boy.” Anne commanded.
The boy took a moment to get his breath back, then in one go spoke. “There has been word from Madrid, King Charles of Spain is dead.”
Anne looked at the boy, then at her husband, a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew what that meant. They both did. She gave the boy a coin, and then hurried back to the main building.