A Britain of Panthers and Lions: House of Oldenburg Britain

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Chapter 208: Retaliation



January, 1725​

“Word has come from Ireland, Sire.” Charles Seymour, Lord Privy Seal said. “The Duke of Ormonde writes that he has established control over Dublin and has gotten his brother the Earl of Arran to take control of Belfast. He has begun examining the reports of Viscount Shannon to ensure he is completely knowledgeable of everything the Viscount had been working on before his death.”

James nodded. The murder of Viscount Shannon through poison had come both as a surprise and not. James had suspected something like this might happen eventually. He was just surprised they had taken someone from Ireland. “And has he found the people who slipped in the poison in Shannon’s drink?” James had had to meet with Shannon’s relatives here to personally offer his condolensces. It had not been a good time.

“He has, Sire.” Seymour said. “Three people, two men, brothers named Gerald and William O’Shane were the ones who served and procured then poison.”

“And the third?” James asked.

“A woman named Edith who had been slowly poisoning Shannon through injecting poison into his food.” Seymour said.

“Wait, how is that possible?” Walpole asked. “Surely Shannon would’ve been able to tell?”

James spoke then. “Shannon liked his food slightly more flavoured than most people do. He would’ve simply taken it as that.” He looked at Seymour and asked. “Did they say why they did it?”

Seymour didn’t reply instead William Wyndham Secretary of State for the Northern Department spoke. “I have spoken with our friends in Ireland and have passed that correspondence onto Ormonde, Sire. It seems that there is a movement within Ireland that looks to establish independence for the area. They seek to remove themselves from the grip of London.”

“And what do they want?” James asked.

“To become a republic in the mould of Athens or Rome before its Empire.” Wyndham said.

That got a lot of mutterings around the table. James had to laugh. “They wish to become a Republic in an area where the nearest republics are Venice and some half bit Italian states. Truly a bold move. What has spurred this on?”

“The union, Sire.” Wyndham said. “Whilst the union might have brought an increased standard of living for many within Ireland, there are still a great many who cannot vote nor express any political will for fear of being persecuted. Therefore, many of those same people are joining this organisation in the hopes that it will give them what they lack.”

James thought on this, he could sympathise with the Catholics they had received a hard road since Cromwell, but the non-conformists? They were nothing but bigots. “And will it?” He asked.

Wyndham shook his head. “The leaders are non-conformists who despise the Catholics more than they do London. If there was a republic then they would be the ruling class.”

James nodded, he turned and looked at Simon Harcourt, Lord Chancellor and asked. “What are the legal procedures that can be used here?” He asked.

Harcourt said nothing for a moment and then said. “Sire, I believe the appropriate course here is to execute those responsible for the treason and then perhaps Your Majesty should visit Ireland. It would be harder for the Catholic elements to justify rebelling if they could see you. Perhaps then you might be able to discuss some relief for them.”

“Relief?” Walpole asked suddenly. “For Catholics?”

James looked at the man and said. “We would simply go and visit and see what their concerns are. The relief need not be political.”

“Exactly, legal aid can be brought in.” Harcourt said.

James nodded. “We want a planned visit made soon. Write to Ormonde to make the appropriate arrangements.” He would take George and Caroline with him.

 

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Chapter 209: Raja Of All India



May, 1725

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Shahu looked at the ministers assembled before him and not for the first time found himself marvelling at the fact that he was actually here, inside the Red Fort and ruling all of India from Delhi. He had dreamed of this moment since he was a little boy, and though a new palace was being built for him, he knew that this was real, and very much happening. A thrill rolled through him once more.

He cleared his throat and said. “Have the Sikhs responded to the proposal?”

His chief minister Baji Rao spoke then. “Sire, the Sikhs have sent a response, stating that they accept the proposal. And are willing to send over their Guru’s grandson in response to the acknowledgement that they are a state ruled by their Guru who owes fealty to you.”

Shahu nodded, he had thought long and hard about this and had decided this was the best solution he could find. “Very well, when will the boy come?” He wanted the boy to have the chance to get to know his own family and perhaps become more of a Hindu than Sikh when he returned.

“In the next few moons, Sire. It seems he is being given the full rituals before coming.” Baji Rao said.

Shahu nodded. “Very well. We all know the importance of bringing the Sikhs into line and onto our side, they played a crucial role in destroying the Mughals. Speaking of which what has happened to the remaining Mughal Princes?”

Baji Rao continued. “Sire, other than those that were executed, five of them have been found and are now awaiting trials and sentencing. The issue remains as to what to do with the Mughal Princesses that are there.”

Shahu did not even have to think about it. “How many are there?”

“Three, the others all committed sati.” Baji Rao said.

Shahu flinched slightly, Sati was such a barbaric practice. “They shall marry my son and heir.”

“Yes, Sire.” Baji Rao said.

“There is another matter, Sire.” Ghorpade said.

“Go on.” Shahu said.

“The people of Kabul remain in chaos, torn between one tribe and the other. Both sides are fighting against one another for control of the city. Before the Mughals fell they had done nothing to stem the tide. I would recommend acting now to prevent a hostile power taking control of the city and causing issues for us in the future.” Ghorpade said.

Shahu thought on this and then asked. “Who are the two families leaders?”

“Mirhas and Qasim.” Ghorpade said. “One is more willing to allow toleration in Kabul, the other is more likely to execute anyone not a Muslim.”

“Until such a time as we can bring a Hindu ruler into Kabul, we will not interfere. Let them kill one another. We shall rebuild the ruins.” Shahu said.

He could tell that Ghorpade was not happy with that decision, but the man still bent his head. “Yes, Sire.”

Shahu was about to rise, when another thought occurred to him. “The loans that the Mughals had agreed to, have they been paid off?”

“They have, Sire. And the invitation to the Jews has been extended.” Baji Rao said.

“Good. We shall not fail where they did. Regardless of what the priests say. They are our people as well.” Shahu said, rising then and walking out of the meeting to get some fresh air and to enjoy the fact that soon enough the Red Fort would be no more.

 

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Chapter 210: Another Prick In The Wall



September, 1725​

Felipe looked at the letter written and signed in his brother’s hand and sighed. “Louis proposes another marriage. This time for Ferdinand with another one of his daughters.” His brother was insistent and persistent, that much Felipe would give him, but otherwise he was annoying.

“Such a marriage would bring no benefits.” Elisabeth said. “Better to just send Maria Anna back home and allow Ferdinand to marry that girl he’s been eyeing.”

Felipe turned and looked at his wife. “You mean the daughter of the Count of Palermo? Why ever for?”

“It would make him happy.” Elisabeth said.

Felipe was suspicious now, Elisabeth had never shown much concern for the happiness of either Louis or Ferdinand though she had cried when Louis had died. “But the estates would never accept it.”

“You control the estates, my love, you can force them to accept it if you really want.” Elisabeth pointed out.

Felipe thought on this, it was true what she said, but Palermo already was his foreign minister and his wife was Elisabeth’s chief lady in waiting. He didn’t want to give the man more power than he already had. “Perhaps I could instead propose a marriage between Ferdinand and Maria Ana, yes she is older than him but that just means that they can start trying for children sooner.”

A strange looked passed over Elisabeth’s face then, but her voice was steady when she replied. “Do you think His Holiness will grant the necessary dispensation for the marriage to occur?”

“He will if Louis can be brought round to seeing it from my point of view.” Felipe said.

“And what is your point of view, my love?” Elisabeth asked.

Felipe thought on this, what was his point of view? His stance on this entire issue. He took a breath and then began. “My view is that France and Naples must be allies. We cannot allow the Spanish, the British or the Austrians to get in the way of that. We must share similar goals, and therefore, to convince my brother of that I must show him that a marriage between Maria Anna and Ferdinand is the only sensible solution. I will apply pressure to the Pope and to our Cardinal if needs must. But it must happen.”

He looked at Elisabeth, saw the look on her face and asked. “You do not agree?”

“No, I did not say that, my dear. It is simply that the age difference is quite big, it would be different if it were the other way around. And I just feel that it would be cruel to Maria Anna to marry her to someone so much younger than her.” Elisabeth said.

“Cruel?” Felipe asked. “She will become a Queen in the future, how is that cruel?”

“To a boy who barely talks and who needs help to walk.” Elisabeth pointed out. “I would not be surprised if your brother saw it as an insult.”

Felipe felt outrage bristle through him but then he calmed down and saw the truth in her words. “What do you suggest then?”

“You allow Maria Anna to return home, and you allow Ferdinand the chance to get to know Palermo’s daughter and if he comes to you in a few years’ time asking to be allowed to marry her, you allow it.” Elisabeth said.

“And you think the Estates will not mind?” Felipe asked.

Elisabeth took his hand. “I think they would be delighted.”

 

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Chapter 211: An Aggrieved Brother



December, 1725​

Louis looked at the letter written in his brother’s hand. He had been ignoring this letter for a month now and had finally decided it was time. Maria Anna had written to him saying how miserable she was in Naples and being the man he was Louis had finally decided to bring it up with his council as he should have done the moment he learned his nephew was dead.

“Our brother writes that he wishes to wed his new heir Ferdinand to Maria Anna. We do not think such a marriage would be useful. Maria Anna is six years older than Ferdinand and is also someone who appears to be far smarter than her cousin. Knowing our brother and his wife, Maria Anna will be miserable there. Perhaps the time has come instead to suggest a marriage with our daughter Maria Theresa and insist on that marriage going through.” Louis said.

His cousin the Duke of Orleans asked. “How would you ensure he sees it through, Sire? After all, King Felipe has rejected the proposal previously made.”

Louis preferred this Duke of Orleans, for unlike the boy’s father this lad knew how to talk to a King. “We will remind him of the loans he took from us initially and how we have ignored their repayment for some time now. We will insist that either he repay those loans or accept the marriage.”

There was some murmuring at that, and Dodun the treasurer of finance spoke. “But Sire, those debts amount to one million francs. Will he have the capital to repay them?”

Louis smiled. “Precisely, that is why he shall agree to this marriage.”

“And what of the Princess, Sire?” The Duke of Bourbon asked.

Louis said nothing for a moment and then. “She shall return home and enter a nunnery as she asked to do when her husband died. We should have granted her that first wish.”

Fleurieau spoke then. “A wise choice Sire, I am sure His Holiness will be pleased.”

“He should be, we are keeping him on his throne.” The Dauphin japed.

There was some nervous laughter there, but then Louis decided he’d had enough of that discussion. “What news from Britannia?” He kept a close eye on proceedings there knowing that his second son’s marriage depended on it.

Fleurieau shifted in his seat. “Sire, there was a heated discussion in the Commons of their Parliament two weeks hence. A Monsieur Compton gave a heated speech declaring that those who had tried to attack the King of Britannia were funded by France.”

“What?!” The Dauphin exclaimed. “Surely the King of Britannia censored the speaker for such nonsense talk.”

“The King is not there.” Louis said to his son. “He is still in Ireland, however, we agree with our son, did someone censor the gentleman?” He was worried now, if the opposition were beginning to believe Spanish lies, who knew what else they would believe.

“He was indeed censored, Sire, by Monsieur Walpole. However, Walpole is now being called a French spy.” Fleurieau said.

“These English are fools.” The Dauphin said.

“Indeed, they are. However, we are meeting with the ambassador tomorrow. It is best if we do not mention this unless he does. They are far too important an ally.” Louis said.

His son said nothing though Louis was well aware of what his son thought of their allies over the water. Deciding that he had had enough of that discussion, Louis then asked his son. “Have you looked into the issue we asked you to?”

“I have, Sire.” His son said. “I have spoken with the admiralty, alongside the traders we employ to do business with the Africans. They have all said that the routes we currently used are being harassed by the pirates of the northern coast, and along the way. I have developed a plan and have asked the admirals if it is feasible they all say it is.”

“And what is this plan?” Louis asked though he already knew of it.

“We muster the fleet of the southern sea and sail for Algiers, we destroy the pirates and take control of the city and its northern lands. We then expand southwards, to take control over the slave routes in the country and the northern part of the area.” The Dauphin said.

“That will cost a fortune!” Dodun exclaimed.

“Not if we ally with several smaller states along the way.” The Dauphin pointed out.

“We would need to increase taxation sevenfold to make that viable and the estates would never agree to that.” Dodun countered.

Before his son could argue the point, Louis said. “We shall deal with the pirates, and set up a camp in northern Algiers, but we shall not expand beyond that. Instead we shall offer our services as the protection for slavers from the pirates.”

“Is that wise, Sire?” Orleans asked. “After all, Algiers has been under Ottoman protection for some time.”

“The Ottomans are busy fighting one another.” Fleurieau said dismissively. “They will hardly notice a change.”

“Exactly.” Louis said, he looked at Dodun. “We expect the finances to be ready and available by this time next year.”

 

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Chapter 212: Irish Jigs



March, 1726
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James took a breath and then spoke. “We have spent the past year here in this wonderful land of ours, and we find ourselves wondering why we and our predecessors had not visited the land before now. It is one of a great beauty and charm, and we can well understand the appeal it has to our subjects.” That was the truth, James had found himself falling in love with Ireland and he knew his wife and son had as well.

“However, there remains one pressing concern of ours.” He continued. “The identities of the men who tried to assassinate us and our wife. Have they been learned?”

Charles Butler, Earl of Arran spoke then. “They have Sire. Their names were Donald O’Shane and Reginald O’Hara, they were from the group calling themselves the Irish Republican Army.”

James looked at Butler and asked. “Republican Army? The traitors have formed an army now have they?”

“As much as it can be called an army, Sire. They are numbered only at four hundred people, all of whom we are watching. Furthermore a search into their funding reveals that they have received no funding from outside the land.” Arran responded.

“So, there are traitors amongst our midst?” James asked. “Who would fund such an organisation?” He genuinely wanted to know, if there was something he had done which had caused this then perhaps it was not too late to change it.

“Those who feel they have not been advanced enough within society, those who feel they are simply living on the scraps of more famous relatives.” Arran responded.

“What? Are you suggesting the second sons of the great families?” Kildare asked.

“Yes, that is exactly what I am suggesting.” Arran said.

“So, what is to be done about this issue? We cannot give all the second sons of the land places of power and prominence, that is not how the world works.” James said.

“Military service, Sire.” Ormonde said. “That is the only way to control this unruly rabble. Give them a chance to serve somewhere else. The new world, or in England or Scotland. Give them a chance to see that there is more to life than their hovels and their brothels.”

“You think that would work?” Kildare asked. “It would cost a fortune.”

“We are one of the richest Kingdoms in Europe, we can afford it.” Ormonde said.

“Look into it.” James ordered. “We want this done properly.”

“Yes, Sire.” Ormonde said.

“And we shall want to see the names of the leaders of this Irish Republican Army before we leave.” James added.

“Of course, Sire.” Ormonde said making a note of it.

There was a brief pause and then Arran asked. “Sire, have you decided what you will do regarding His Royal Highness, the Duke of Cambridge?”

James smiled. “Thank you for bringing this up, Arran.” James had discussed leaving his son here to learn from Ormonde and from Arran and Kildare, he’d expressed a deep interest in doing so, and having spoken to Caroline, James got the impression it would be good for the boy. “We have decided to allow the boy to stay here. He will spend time in both Dublin and Belfast, and shall travel around the land learning from you all and from the people he meets.”

Ormonde tentatively asked. “Is that the right thing to do Sire? He is after all second in line to the throne, and His Royal Highness The Prince of Wales is not yet married.”

“Are you afraid that there will be some disturbance big enough to kill a Prince?” Kildare jested.

“Yes, I am. The republicans are dangerous people they bear no loyalty or love for anything other than themselves.” Ormonde said.

“We are sure.” James said. “We have spoken with the boy and he is comfortable with it. furthermore, we shall be leaving two regiments of the Scots Guard here as well to help in duties and for protection.”

James could tell that Ormonde did not like it, but he nodded all the same. “Very well, Sire. I shall ensure he gets the best education he can here.”

“Very good, thank you all gentlemen.” James said, with a wave of his hand he dismissed them after the last of them had gone he picked up a letter that had come from George in London.

He read it and sighed. Perhaps a war with France was not very far from coming anymore.

 

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Chapter 213: A Prince of Whales



July, 1726​

“I’ll tell you one thing; I’m just relieved the King is back.” George said.

“Why?” John asked.

“Because it means I don’t have to handle Bolingbroke and Walpole.” George replied to the laughter of his friends.

“Do they really bicker like old hens?” John asked.

“It’s worse than that.” George said remembering just how many cabinet meetings where he’d had to physically separate the two men. For some reason, they thought that just because he was not his father, they could get away with more.

“How bad?” James de Vere, the Earl of Tinmouth and an older cousin asked.

“Let’s just say the last meeting I oversaw, I had to punch Walpole to get him off of Bolingbroke.” George said.

“Wow.” John whistled. “And you’re not particularly physical either.”

“What exactly do they argue about?” James asked.

“Almost everything, but that time it was about electoral reform.” George said.

“Not that old chestnut.” William Godolphin exclaimed.

“Yes.” George responded. “Bolingbroke wants to abandon the old constituencies, and merge some of the rotten ones into the currently non-rotten boroughs, and move from there. Naturally Walpole disagrees as he believes he’d lose his seat if that happens.”

“Well he would.” Godolphin said. “His seat is one of the most rotten in the current system. Indeed, I think half the Tory party would lose their seats if they reformed the system.”

“Wouldn’t you?” John asked of William.

“I would yes.” William responded.

“And that does not bother you?” John asked sounding surprised.

“Not as much as Walpole preventing reform from happening.” William stated.

“You actually want reform to happen?” John exclaimed.

“Yes.” William said.

“Why?” John asked.

Before William could respond, George said. “Because it is the common-sense thing to do. We already put members of Parliament onto people who they do not know nor vote for. The least we could do is make it so that a town owned by one lord with one man and his dog, isn’t getting more voting power than Birmingham, a place providing shells for our army.”

“Even if it means the Tories lose their majority?” John asked.

John, like his father, indeed like most of the people George knew was a committed Tory and was someone who detested the Whigs. George on the other hand didn’t particularly care for either party. They both tried to garner favour with him as the heir apparent, and they both thought he was stupid. It was quite frankly, insulting. “Even then, if they lose their majority it would not matter, the King could still appoint an all Tory majority government and get away with it.”

“But if you reform the make up of the House, eventually, someone will suggest changing that as well.” John pointed out.

“Then it had better be someone from within this circle.” George said. To general laughs.

He could tell John wanted to discuss this matter more, but William spoke before him. “So, what is happening with your marriage? You are getting married right?”

There were some snorts there, but George ignored them. “I am, yes.”

“TO the Hanoverian girl?” William clarified.

“Yes.” George said.

“And? Is she good looking? Pretty? Someone you would immediately sleep with?” William asked.

George was reminded of the girl that William had slept with recently, and then of the woman he was married to, and then he pushed that thought down. He shrugged. “She is pretty I suppose. But she is said to be quite smart and very well read.”

“Ah so of course that made you hard.” John joked.

George blushed. “There is nothing wrong with wanting a wife who is well read. I want to be able to talk to her about things, not just fuck her.”

“You truly are an odd one.” William jested.

“Sooner or later he will be saying we should accept women into our cabinet and government.” James said.

George raised an eyebrow. “Well my mother is one of the cleverest women I know, and your wife is quite smart, John. So, I’d see no issue with that.”

They all looked at him then burst out laughing. “Good jest.” William said.

George grinned, but deep down, he knew he was not jesting, at least not when it came to his mother. She was smarter than many of the men in cabinet, that was for sure.

 

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Chapter 214: Queen of France



November, 1726​

“My dear, you must have known that Philippe would not respond well to the threat you dangled over him.” Marie Adelaide said to her husband as he huffed. “He is a proud man and that shrew of a wife of his would always whisper poison in his ear.”

“It was not a threat, it was a simple reminder. Philippe is my brother and I love him, but he can be an idiot sometimes.” Louis replied. “The offer is one of the best he can hope for, for his son. All the reports suggest the boy is an idiot.”

“Then why send our daughter to him?” Marie Adelaide asked taking that opening to voice a grievance that she had had with this whole thing from the beginning. “Why not allow our daughter to go anywhere else. We both know what Maria Anna wrote about the court. She said the only good thing was her husband and he’s dead now.”

“I need the court of Versailles and the court of Naples to be reconciled.” Louis said stubbornly. “That can only happen through a marriage.”

“Then why not arrange a marriage between a daughter of Felipe’s and our son Charles?” Marie Adelaide asked. “That would surely be better suited to what you want.”

“Such a marriage would not do well for us. I need Charles to be married to Maria Anna of Alencon to ensure that our son has some sort of inheritance and wealth.” Louis said. “Besides, Maria Theresa is not Maria Anna, she is smarter than her and she is far more likely to control Ferdinand than be controlled.”

“That is what worries me.” Marie Adelaide said. “We both know what Philippe’s Queen is like, she will have her people do things to Maria Theresa if she even looks like having a child by Ferdinand.”

Louis looked shocked. “She would not dare.”

Marie Adelaide snorted. Her husband for all his smarts could be remarkably naïve when it came to women. “She could and she would. She wants her son to sit the throne of Naples, she would not want any child by your brother’s first wife to succeed. Indeed, the physician in Naples wrote to me that he suspected something wrong with the way Prince Louis died.”

The physician had not said it in as many words, but she had put it together all the same. The King Louis before her looked absolutely shocked. “I….I…. who would you suggest then if not Ferdinand?”

“The son of the King of the Romans. They are of an age, and it would do us some good to tie the Emperor closer to us.” Marie Adelaide responded.

“Our son is already married to a member of the Flanders branch. We do not need two imperial marriages in one arrangement surely. Besides the council would never agree to it.” Louis said almost dismissively, but the way he had said that last part made her think he was not sure.

“Yes, but our son is also sleeping with that whore Conti’s daughter. And has even sired a bastard child with her. It would be better for this marriage to happen to show that we are not ill considering their family.” Marie Adelaide pointed out.

Her husband sighed. “I had spoken to him about that. I thought he had seen the light.” Her husband was odd in the court of Versailles for he took no mistresses and had no bastards, indeed his cousin Orleans had had two bastards and many mistresses, and the new Duke of Orleans had a mistress. The Duke of Bourbon had a mistress, as did the Duke of Maine and so forth.

“It is not unusual that he should have one, but it would be preferable if we showed that we considered it unusual.” Marie Adelaide said.

“And you think by offering our daughter’s hand to the Emperor’s grandson would show that?” Louis asked his eyebrow raised.

“Yes. I think it will also help because Maria Anna has taken vows.” Marie Adelaide said. “Therefore, we must maximise the use from Maria Theresa as much as possible.”

She could see that her husband was beginning to get swayed by what she had said. She remained silent not wanting to push too much. Eventually, he sighed and said. “I shall think on it and mention it to the council to get their views.”

Marie Adelaide smiled. “That is all I ask.”

 

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Chapter 215: Leopoldine



March, 1727​

Leopold put the paper down, and looked at his wife. Antoinette was someone he had found intriguing throughout their marriage. She was someone who could be quite personable when she wanted to be, and someone who could go quite the other way at times. It was a fascinating to see which person came to the fore on any given day. The only people who did not get this were their children, who she absolutely adored. And for that he was thankful.

“Versailles wants to marry their daughter to our son.” Leopold said simply.

“And why do they want to do that?” Antoinette asked, though Leopold suspected she knew why.

“The reasoning being that the way their son is treating my cousin is appalling and they wish to show that they are not all like that. The girl in question was initially offered to Ferdinand of Naples.” Leopold said.

“So, we would be getting Naples scraps?” Antoinette asked, a slightly derisive tone to her voice.

Leopold sighed. “That is one possible way of viewing it yes. Though, I suppose another way of viewing it is that it shows all is not well between the different Bourbon families, and this could serve as a wedge between them.”

Antoinette sat up straighter then. Leopold knew that she had been quite sad to have been unable to carry a child to term for eight years since the birth of their son Leopold, and he also knew that she had looked at what was happening in Flanders with some envy. He had tried his best to protect her from the whisperings at court, but sometimes they slipped through. “Is that so?” She asked.

“Yes. Philip of Naples wanted his son to marry Maria Anna of France, but the King of France refused and instead allowed her to join a nunnery. Now he is offering Maria Theresa, but Philip has refused. This marriage could bring us a hefty dowry and also ensure we have the King of France’s favourite daughter in our possession.” Leopold said.

“Which would likely make him more likely to acquiesce to any small demands we might make.” Antoinette said her mind whirring. “What has the Emperor had to say about this?”

Leopold almost laughed, but instead said. “He is all in favour of the marriage. He believes anything that drives a gap between the two Bourbon Kingdoms can only be to our benefit. Especially niow that we have agreed to recognise the Modense Prince as the heir to Tuscany.”

“And the Empress?” His wife asked, Leopold knew his wife put a lot of stock in what Mother had to say, which was understandable, for he did as well.

“Mother has cautiously agreed to such a marriage, believing that it would do as already stated, but also because the girl is said to be quite pretty.” Leopold replied.

“And what is your view on this matter, dearest husband?” Antoinette asked.

Leopold thought for a moment. Whilst he was not completely opposed to the marriage, he was not also completely in favour of it. but still, he had seen the dowry that King Louis was willing to offer, and he thought they would be mad to refuse it. So, he said. “I am in favour of it.”

Antoinette smiled. “Then so, too am I.”

Leopold nodded. “I shall be sure to inform the Emperor.”

“Yes, you might as well inform him that we are expecting as well.” Antoinette said.

 

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Chapter 216: Soldier King



July, 1727
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“Another letter from the nobles of Pomerania, another plea for help.” Frederick William said. “They write that the King of Sweden continues to impose unjust taxes on them. Having read through the laws of the Empire we must say we agree with them.” He paused giving his ministers a chance to comprehend where he was going, then continued. “However, we are concerned about whether we are in the right position to stage a war. Uncle?”

His uncle, Prince Christian had been entrusted with reforming the army since the death of his father King Frederick. “Sire, I believe that should we engage in an invasion of Pomerania we would be able to reclaim Prussian Pomerania, and be able to defend against any retaliatory attacks.”

“For how long?” Frederick asked. He was already aware of what the army could do, he wanted to know what it could not do.

“For as long as required, Sire.” Uncle Christian replied.

Frederick William nodded, and then turned to his finance minister. “Count Bismarck?”

Bismarck was a young man, with a strong beard, but weak eyes. but he knew his numbers. “Sire, I believe we could hold Prussian Pomeriana for perhaps as long as two years on our current finances. However, to hold Swedish Pomerania also, we would need to completely overhaul the curren taxation system which would take time.”

“Time we might not have.” Frederick concluded. “Given that King Karl of Sweden has sat the throne now for two year since his father died, he will soon learn the ropes.” The death of King Karl XII of Sweden had come as a great surprise, the man had only been in his forties and healthy, but something had caught him and his wife, and before the end of 1725 they were both dead.

“Unless you were to propose an alliance, Sire.” Count Von Ludendorff his foreign minister said.

Frederick William pushed down the urge to role his eyes. Ludendorff had been going on about this alliance for years now. “Denmark is tied to Sweden through the marriage of Prince Christian with King Karl’s sister. Furthermore, the Dukes of Oldenburg have shown themselves disinterred in the goings on between Sweden and Denmark since they got Oldenburg. We shall not see aid from Denmark. Russia is too busy trying to prepare itself for a war with Persia and perhaps the Ottomans. Tsar Alexei has shown himself to want more to do with reform than war. That leaves Poland. And unless they change their mind with regards to relations with the Emperor I am not sure they shall side with us.”

Ludendorff was not dissuaded however, he stroked his moustache and then said. “Then perhaps the time has come to offer Poland something that they might want.”

“Like what?” Frederick demanded. He was wary of giving Poland anything, especially given how close they were to Vienna.

“The hand of one of your daughters, Sire.” Ludendorff said. “You have a daughter of age with the King of Poland’s grandson why not make use of that.”

A part of Frederick William wanted to protest, another part suspected that Ludendorff might be right. Poland would always want to bring Prussia back into the fold, unless they had something else that was Prussian. “Speak with the Polish ambassador then, see if he would be interested.” Frederick commanded.

“Of course, Sire.” Ludendorff replied bowing his head.

Frederick William then said. “And look for a marriage for our son, it is time the boy started thinking about marriage.” He hoped such a thing would take the boy away from his friend and his debauched ways. He’d heard rumours about what the boy’s friend got up to when he was off duty and he shuddered to think about his son getting involved in such things.

“Certainly, Sire.” Ludendorff said.

“Not Hanover though, we shall not give those upjumped fools anything.” Frederick William said. He despised his father by marriage and found him most onerous. And his brother by marriage was a fool also.

 

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Chapter 217: Rolling Thunder



November, 1727
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Charles exhaled and then spoke. “The Pomeranians continue to cause troubles for our officials in the region and we do not understand why. We are addressing the root causes of their concerns, we have removed the structural issues of the financial system to enable it to work better, your own report, chancellor, suggests the average Pomeranian is seeing their worth grow. So, why do they continue to protest?”

Two years on since his father and mother’s deaths and he continued to feel as though he was out of his depth. He had been trained from birth to rule, but he simply felt that this was something completely different. “Sire, I believe the nobles of Pomerania want to be represented here.” Count Orlof, his chancellor said.

“What do you mean?” Charles asked. If that meant calling the Riksdag then he would march into Pomerania himself. His father had warned him against doing that.

“They want to have a voice here at court. Either through representation at the Riksdag, or through a position of power on the council.” Orlof replied.

Charles looked at the man and said. “But if we were to give them representation in the Riksdag then that would mean we would need to give the Livonians and the Fins representation there also. And we are not going to do that.” He also knew the Russians would not agree to that as well, they were still convinced Livonia was theirs, even with Tsar Alexei being different to his father.

“Then, perhaps it would be better to give them representation on the council, Sire?” Orlof suggested.

“In what positions?” Count Lofven asked. “We are so far a council of eighteen, if we expand the council, then there will be more inefficiency.”

Lofven was one of those men who had always been about efficiency and cutting down costs. Even when they had been boys he’d been like that. It was humorous then, but now when he needed to run government? Now it was aggravating. “Well we will need to make the necessary amendments.” Charles said firmly. “We are not splurging money, as it is peace time now.”

There was a murmur of agreement there. Charles felt the butterflies in his stomach settle slightly, though he still felt uneasy. “There is another matter that needs to be addressed, Sire.” Orlof said.

“And what is that?” Charles asked, wondering what fresh new hell he would have to go through now.

“The King in Prussia has begun sending out proposals to the King of Poland, and the King of Denmark for an alliance. He wishes to cause trouble for Your Majesty in Pomerania.” Orlof said. “One of these proposals includes a proposal for marriage.”

“Denmark won’t turn, the King is too busy with his mistresses.” Charles said confidently, hoping that what his sister wrote was true. “As for Poland, doesn’t Poland want Ducal Prussia back from the Prussians? Why would they ally with them, let alone agree to marriage?”

“Because King Frederick will give his daughter a rather large dowry, something the King of Poland will use for his own reforms.” Orlof said.

“And who would we offer?” Charles demanded. “We have two sons, we thoroughly doubt that the estates would want a Catholic girl as a future Queen of Sweden, and we doubt that the girl would convert.” He saw the expression on Orlof’s face and knew he had won that argument. Deciding he had had enough, he rose, forcing the other men to rise also. “Gentlemen.” He said he then strode out of the room, down the hallway, took a right and went up a flight of stairs before arriving at his wife’s chambers. He entered them, smiled at his son Charles who was playing with a doll, cooed at his other son Gustav in his cot, and then looked at his wife.

She was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen and he felt a stirring down below. He fought it off and asked her. “How are you?”

“Well enough, how did the meeting go?” Anne asked.

“Pah. The same.” Charles said.

“So, you showed them your authority?” Anne asked.

“Yes.” Charles said, it wasn’t a lie. “But I still don’t know what I am doing.”

Anne came to him then and wrapped her arms around him and whispered. “You are the King of Sweden. You are the son of Carolus Rex.”

“I know.” He replied looking down at her. “But still.”

 

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Chapter 218: Bengal



February, 1728​

Shahu rubbed his eyes. The hour was late, but his steward had come into his chambers and apologised for waking him, but word had finally come from Bengal. Shahu had gotten dressed, summoned his son and advisors to the great meeting hall of the Red Fort. And it was there that he was now. He looked around saw that everyone was tired and drained, cleared his throat and spoke.

“We intend to keep this meeting brief.” There were murmurs of appreciation. “Word has come from Bengal. The Nawab has rejected our offer and has instead declared himself independent.”

There were murmurs then. They had all hoped that the Nawab of Bengal would recognise him as his overlord and Emperor, instead, the fool had decided he wanted to go it alone. “That cannot be allowed to stand.” His son Shivaji said.

“Indeed not.” Shahu said.

“What exactly did the Nawab say, Sire?” Baji Rao asked. Baji Rao had served as his chief minister for some time now and Shahu liked the way the man thought.

“Here, read the letter yourself.” Shahu said passing the document down the table. His son read it and grumbled, Baji Rao read it and gasped.

“He has insulted you, Sire. He has insulted the very foundations of Mother India. This cannot be allowed to stand.” Baji Rao said.

“What do you suggest?” Shahu asked, curious to see whether his chief minister would suggest war, and whether his son would agree with him.

“He has denied your right to the imperial title, Sire. Therefore, the only thing that can be done is to declare war and to march on Bengal.” Baji Rao said.

“I agree with the Peshwa, Sire.” Shivaji said. “We cannot allow that challenge to stand.”

Khanderao, the new commander of his forces spoke. “Such a move would be difficult to achieve. Bengal is not weak. However, if we were to bring together the Rajput tribes and the other states we have brought to heel to bear, then I believe we could achieve it.”

“Would they not want something in return?” Shivaji asked. “After all, Bengal is a long way from Satara.”

“Indeed, though if they know what is their worth they will go for it.” Khanderao replied.

“The Commander is right.” Baji Rao said. A pause and then. “Your Royal Highness has sons and daughters, it would be the right time to use them to encourage this.”

Shahu saw that his son was about to protest, and so he interjected. “Indeed, such a thing would need to be encouraged. However, for now let us consider our choices.” He paused, allowing some time for his son to potentially protest, when the boy did not he continued. “We are soon to be entering Spring, a time when the people shall be feasting on what they had collected in the harvest. We must ensure we are not fighting for too long.”

“Indeed, Sire.” Baji Rao said. “Perhaps we could bring back talks with the Ahoms? Bengal cannot win a two front war.”

“They will want some concessions will they not?” Shivaji asked.

“They will not need to join the Empire.” Shahu said at once. He did not want the Ahoms, he felt they were a backward people. They would only tarnish what he had now. “Their independence will be their negotiating tool.”

“And perhaps we could also encourage some of the nobles in Bengal to rise up against the Nawab?” Shivaji asked.

“Yes, I have heard that some have been moving toward supporting the Nawab’s son. Get the two of them fighting and Bengal will be done for.” Baji Rao said.

“Very well.” Shahu decided. “Ensure the troops are ready and be prepared to move out before the spring heat begins.” With that he rose up out of his chair and made his way back to his room, his bed and his wife.

 

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Chapter 219: Yorkist Scotland



June, 1728​

William sat atop his horse, watching as the 2nd Regiment of Foot performed their drills in the confines of the grounds of Edinburgh Castle and smiled approvingly. This was what he was born to do. He was born to be a soldier. There had been peace for far too long now, and as such he’d had to arrange war games between the different regiments in Scotland simply to keep his mind focus, and to ensure his eye didn’t wander. Of course he knew that there was a possibility war could break out soon. His brother had told him that France and Austria were getting more and more edgy with one another over a Papal election that was bound to happen soon.

Fighting a war over Rome? That was not something William cared about, but he did just want to fight. As the drill came to an end, William raised his sword in salute and then brought it down. He cleared his throat and said. “Gentlemen, that was some fine work. You are one of the best regiments I have seen in all my years of doing this. Rest now and prepare for on the morrow we fight.” There were some cheers as William turned away and their colonel dismissed them.

He got to the stables dismounted and gave his horse to one of the attendants. George Murray, currently a Brigadier and garrison commander of the castle, appeared next to him. “You’ve got the boys well trained, George.” William said as he walked away from the tables.

Murray accompanied him. “Thank you, Your Royal Highness. We train every day.”

“Good, you cannot have rust in the army.” William said. Remembering something that the Duke of Ormonde had told him once. It had been some time since William had seen that man, having spent most of the past decade in Scotland, but he had fond memories of that time.

They walked for a little bit, William found his mind wandering back to his wife. Maria Amalia had had a few stillbirths since they’d been in Scotland and now she likely could not have children any more. That wasn’t why his mind wandered to her though, it was because recently she’d started wearing slightly more revealing clothing when they were in their apartments, and when he’d left for parade just now, she’d been wearing a dress so thin he could see her skin underneath. His wife certainly had changed over the years of their marriage, and for the better. He quickly cleared his thoughts as he realised his pants were beginning to strain.

If the Brigadier saw anything he didn’t say anything instead he said. “I’ve had word from across the river, Your Royal Highness. The 4th Regiment of Foot are going to be bringing some of their mascots with them.”

William sighed. “You mean that fucking goat of theirs?”

“Yes, Your Royal Highness. Colonel Williams claims the goat brings them luck.” Murray said.

“I suppose they did win the last time they were here with that goat.” William said thoughtfully. “But they won’t be bringing a goat to war.”

Murray looked at him then and asked. “So, are the rumours true then, Your Royal Highness? Will we be moving to war?”

William hesitated, he’d not had any definitive proof, but at the same time he’d said what he’d said now, and there was no point trying to take it back. “I believe soon enough the peace that has been in existence since the Spanish war will come to an end. Therefore, we need to be prepared.”

Murray nodded. “Well I know the regiments here are prepared, Your Royal Highness. And of course the special regiments are prepared as well.”

William nodded. “Good, that is good. We will need them to be as prepared as possible.” With that he bid Murray a farewell and walked to his chambers. He smiled the moment he saw his wife in bed with nothing on.

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning.” He growled, removing his clothes as quickly as he could.

 

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Chapter 220: Imperial Pretensions



October, 1728
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Joseph shifted slightly in his chair. Since turning fifty he had begun experiencing shortness of breath and other ailments which he knew his father had also experienced. At the time he had thought he would not get them, but it seemed time had proved him wrong. Deciding to ignore the pain for now, he looked at his ministers and noted who looked tired. Salm was definitely tired, Metternich had a sense of life about him, Gaz had some sense about him and then there was Leopold, his pride and joy who remained alert as always.

“The Elector Palatine’s son has married the sister of the Duke of Orleans, making that the second marriage to a French Princess that our so called allies have made in the past few years.” Joseph said. “We are concerned at what this means. Though we are technically at peace with the French, their expanding influence in Italy and the Empire concerns us. We remember the power and influence of King Louis the Sun, we do not wish for his grandson to achieve through marriage what he could not achieve through war.”

Metternich spoke then. “Sire, I do not believe the marriage of the Prince of Palatine will mean anything. Johann Philip has shown himself to be steadfast in his loyalty to you, and has increasingly moved away from the more tenuous policies that his father showed. I believe that if we can simply keep him on side we shall not need to fear him.”

“Keep him onside how?” Joseph asked. “He already has command over several new road projects to link the Empire closer together, and we have deliberately favoured him over his cousin in Bavaria for promotions within general bureaucracy. What more could he want?”

Here Metternich did not seem sure what to say, indeed, it was Leopold who spoke. “We could offer him a marriage.”

“His son is already married.” Joseph said.

“Yes, but his cousin is not.” Leopold said.

“Go on.” Joseph said waiting to see what his son would suggest.

“His cousin, Karl of Poland is roughly the same age as my daughter Wilhelmina. It would be no stretch to offer her as a bride for the boy. And we know the two branches of that family are quite close. A marriage between the two would bring Poland closer to us, and by consequence the Palatine.” Leopold said.

Metternich eagerly latched onto that. “His Royal Highness is right, Sire. Johann Philip increasingly views his cousins in Poland as his closer family than those he has of his own blood. If this marriage is suggested it is likely to bring positive results. After all, the French detest the Poles.”

Joseph considered it, it would be a good marriage. After all the current King of Poland was his uncle, therefore, it would make sense that the man would consider it. “Very well, send word to our ambassador and ask him to make the suggestion to the King.” Joseph said. That took away one of his concerns but left another one there.

“That does not solve the matter of Tuscany, however, the Grand Duke is said to be on his death throes. With the Duke of Modena having married the sister of the King of France, we think it is fairly obvious what policy the Duke would pursue if he became Grand Duke. He has already taken a hefty loan from Versailles.” Joseph said.

“Then perhaps the solution is to turn back to Lorraine?” Leopold suggested. “The man is a soldier, and his son is a good man. It would make sense.”

“It would also follow the agreement that was signed at the end of the last war.” Salm said speaking for the first time.

“But it would raise concerns from France, Sire.” Metternich said. “After all, we did negotiate that deal with them that would allow Modena to take over Tuscany when his uncle died. And he does have the superior claim. So, from a legal stand point Lorraine would be on shaky ground.”

Joseph wanted to sigh, but he also knew that Metternich was true. However, Eugene had pointed out recently that their army was far superior to the French one. “We do not want to bring a war about, but we will do so if it means securing our interests.”

“Could we not simply get the Pope to decide the matter?” Leopold asked. “After all, that was traditionally his role was it not?”

“His Holiness is nothing more than a puppet, a servant at the hands of those who aggrandise themselves.” Metternich said. “He will do nothing.”

“Then perhaps we could suggest an alliance with Naples?” Leopold suggested. “The King of Naples has fallen out with his French brother, and has arranged a marriage with a Portuguese Princess. We could suggest that his daughter marry my son.”

“A marriage with Naples would bring with it closer ties to the Italian lands, and would be of more use than the French marriage, Sire.” Salm said.

“Exactly and who wouldn’t want to see their daughter become an Empress?” Leopold said.

Joseph thought on it for a moment and then said. “Send word to Naples, let us see what this King has to say before we make any movements.” Though as he said that he had a feeling that Naples would agree.

 

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Chapter 221: Leopold, King of Spain



January, 1729
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Despite the fact they’d hated one another towards the end, his mother and father had died at the same time. Leopold remembered being woken up by his attendants and told that the Queen and her husband had died. He had not believed it. The old pains in his back had seemed as if they would live forever, and yet now they were gone. He did not know how to feel about that, but well it was the fact that they were gone and he was now undisputed King of Spain. Or rather Castile and Aragon and their associated Kingdoms. He had to bite back a laugh, knowing his councillors, some of whom were from his mother’s reign and others who he’d grown up with would likely not approve of him laughing.

He picked up the document before him. “The regional governor of Leon writes to say that he fears there will be discontent as winter continues. The taxation burden that our Mother placed on the realms it seems has come home to roost.”

Nicholas, Duke of Alcala and one of his mother’s financial advisors who he’d appointed Treasurer spoke then. “Sire, the taxation rate has seen the treasury filled with money. Money which has been used to improve the roads of the Kingdom, and to ensure that there is clear and clean water for the people to drink. If anyone is to rebel it will be those who were done for corruption.”

Leopold nodded, he had led the group that had penalised any noble caught taking money from the people and using it to aggrandise themselves. “We are aware. However, the way the governor writes, this is likely to be a serious issue. We need solutions.”

“The only solution would be to reduce the rate of taxation, Sire. Across the levels, to ensure nobody can complain.” Alcala said.

“That would cause such a shock to the system of the market, I am not sure it is wise.” The Marquess of Godoy said. Godoy was a friend of Leopold’s from childhood, but increasingly Leopold was finding him useless.

“It is the only solution I can think of to prevent a rebellion, Sire.” Alcala said. “Otherwise the army will need to be brought to the fore.”

Leopold shook his head. He knew the state of the army. “No. We shall not use the army. Begin a gradual rate of lowering the taxes, and inform the market of this movement, so that they do not respond harshly toward it.”

“Yes, Sire.” Alcala said.

Velez, his foreign minister spoke then. “Sire, if we are addressing the matter of taxation, I feel it prudent to mention the colonies.”

Leopold looked at the man and just knew that something bad was going to come his way. “What of them?”

“Sire, the Viceroy of Peru has written to state he fears that some of the nobles there and some of the merchant class feel they are not getting a suitable return in on their taxes.” Velez said.

Leopold snorted. “They are being protected by the third best fleet in the entire known world, they are no longer suffering at the hands of that man Barbanegra. What more do they want?”

“Similar works as are being done here, Sire.” Velez said softly. “They believe they are owed it.”

Leopold sighed. This was why he had wished for his mother to have implemented some reforms and to have broken the power of the nobles somewhat. Still, he supposed it was not so far for him to accomplish. “What are they suggesting?”

“They wish for roads to be built, or rather for the funding of roads, and for the funding for schools and missionaries. They also believe that they need more assistance in dealing with Portuguese raids.” Velez said.

“Do we have the funds for that?” He asked his treasurer.

“We do, Sire. Though we might need to send it in stages, and heavily guarded.” Alcala said.

“Then do so.” Leopold said. “We also want a paper written on the best way to reduce the power of the various Cortes.”

“Yes, Sire.” Godoy said, that would be his expertise put to use then.

Leopold nodded, and then said. “Our children are now of an age to marry, therefore, we wish to consider appropriate betrothals for them. However, we do not wish to align with the French anymore than we have to.” He thought he might physically harm himself if he married his daughter or son to a French royal.

There was some silence as his ministers considered this, then Godoy said. “I believe Archduke Joseph is considering marriage now after many years putting it off.”

“He is far too old for our daughters, and regardless we would not waste one of our daughters on him. His brother already has children.” Leopold said dismissively.

“The Crown Prince of Poland could be a suitable husband for Her Royal Highness Princess Theresa, Sire.” Godoy suggested then.

Leopold thought on it for a moment and then nodded his agreement. “Indeed, write to our ambassador in Poland, we shall speak with the Polish ambassador here and see if we can arrange something. And as for our son, perhaps a Neapolitan Princess could be considered. Maria Anna Victoria would make a sensible marriage.”

“Quite rightly so, Sire. Shall I write to the Neapolitan ambassador and ask him to return from his break?” Godoy asked.

“Yes, do so.” Leopold commanded.

 

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Chapter 222: A Hard Haggler



May, 1729

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Charles looked at the Britannic ambassador and found himself wanting to throttle him. Theophilius Hastings was a man who embodied everything Charles hated. He was smug, he was pompous and above all, he seemed to suggest things that made no sense. Charles had much preferred working with Hastings subordinate Robert Daniel, but that man had gone elsewhere recently, and therefore he was left with Hastings. The man had requested an audience recently, and after months of putting it off, Charles had finally acquiesced.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Your Royal Highness.” Hastings said with emphasised flattery. “I appreciate that you are a busy man.”

Charles decided he did not want to have to wait to get to the point and so said immediately. “You want to know why we have reduced trade with Britannia in terms of cotton exchange.”

Hastings seemed surprised by the abruptness of the topic being raised, but he recovered. “Yes, Your Royal Highness.”

“The answer is simple. Your King has levied too high a tariff on our goods, and therefore we do not think it viable to continue trading.” Charles said. That was only half the reason, his brother the Emperor had advised him to begin looking elsewhere for trade, due to the view that London was getting too close to Versailles.

Hastings looked stumped as to how to answer this. Eventually he asked. “Why?” The question was loaded and so Charles gave the easiest answer he could think of.

“For many years we have traded with your King in good faith, we have even ignored the higher prices and the competing product from Britannia entering the market. However, we have found recently that there are certain things we cannot overlook. For instance, the domination of the Britannic product is in direct violation of the treaty we signed with your King’s mother before her death. We expected that King James would keep to his word. Instead he has not.” Charles said.

“Your Royal Highness raises an understandable concern. However, I think he forgets the other matter which is involved here.” Hastings said.

Charles narrowed his eyes. “And what is that?”

“Your Royal Highness has forgotten the shifts in exchange. Whilst it is true that our wool and cloth have taken over the market, we have also helped promote Flemish business within our colonies and also helped set up the Ostend Company’s offices within the New World and within the East.” Hastings said.

Perhaps Hastings was smarter than he had originally given him credit for. Charles reluctantly nodded. “Very true, and yet, we are still not convinced of good intentions.”

Charles could’ve sworn Hastings had rolled his eyes, but he could not be sure, for Hastings then asked. “And what could be done to reassure Your Royal Highness that King James’ intentions are pure?”

Charles thought for a moment, he did not think he could push the trade point, and he would not be a hypocrite and point out the French relationship when his own daughter was Dauphine. Instead he simply said. “Your King could be serious about the marriage between his daughter and our son. So, far we have had no confirmation as to whether such a marriage will actually go ahead or not.” that was only half true, his sources in Whitehall reported the King had been pressurised into confirmation before his Parliament some time ago.

As if confirming that, Hastings said. “Well, Your Royal Highness, I am pleased to say that His Majesty has written a letter for your viewing to confirm this.” Hastings pulled out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Charles.

Charles read it and then put it aside. “Very well. We agree to the marriage happening next year. We shall formally announce the betrothal at tomorrow’s meeting of the estates, and we wish for you to attend as our special guest.”

Hastings bowed his head. “I would be honoured, Sire.”

 

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Chapter 223: Voltaire’s King



June, 1729
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“We must credit Lord Hastings, he was able to produce something from a situation that could have gotten quite difficult for him and for us.” James said as he put down the letter from Brussels and his ambassador to the court of Archduke Charles.

“Indeed, Sire. Lord Hastings has done a magnificent job.” Henry St John, Viscount Bolingbroke and his Southern Secretary said.

“However, we wish for Robert Daniel to return to Brussels as Hastings deputy. We are not sure we wish to experience such a dramatization of interactions again.” James said. He’d listened to St John and put Daniel on the boat to Stockholm to serve as the deputy to the ambassador there, but decided after reading this letter this morning that Daniel’s tact would be better suited for Hastings and his blundering.

“Yes, Sire. I shall write to him at once.” Bolingbroke said, making a note of it.

James then fixed his eyes on Sir Watkins, President of the Board of Trade and said. “We also wish for our traders in the East India Company to know that they are to stop helping the Ostend Company in purchases and suggestions. And to remind the Emperor of India of whose rifles helped him gain the throne.”

“Yes, Sire.” Sir Watkins said without issue.

Robert however said. “Sire, would that not be infringing on the rights of the company to operate independently of the Crown?”

James looked at his chancellor and said. “They are there by our grace. They shall listen to us or not. but they shall suffer the consequences.” He said simply.

Walpole remained silent at that, Sir Watkins however, spoke. “Sire, there are some concerns relating to trade that have been voiced by our merchants.”

“Relating to?” James asked. Merchants like bankers always had concerns, and they always wanted the government to sort them out, despite their so called intolerance of government.

“The movements in Italy of King Louis of France and King Felipe of Naples.” Sir William said. “They are concerned that the two will go to war over Tuscany once the Grand Duke dies and as such this will affect trading routes.”

James said nothing for a moment. Felipe and Louis of Bourbon were completely different to one another. Louis was like his grandfather in that he was always scheming and plotting, Felipe was like his grandfather in that he was constantly ruled by some zealous desire no one else possessed. “And they want for us to intervene?” James guessed. He was not loathe to do it, but still.

“Sire, I think if there is to be an intervention it must on the side of France.” Robert Walpole said.

“Why?” James asked. “We thought you were against our alliance with France?”

Walpole shifted slightly in his chair and then said. “I am, Sire, but I also believe that if we send troops into aid France in Italy, it will show the Prince of Modena that we too can be relied upon. Eventually France and Naples are going to go to war, and then they are going to reconcile. It would break the Bourbon family if they did not. Therefore, Modena will be left alone. That is where we can come in. Trade, naval protection, all things we can offer that the French will promise and withdraw. Furthermore, Modena is the rightful claimant.”

James was impressed with the argument, he’d heard it from Caroline as well, as to why she now supported Modena succeeding in Tuscany over Lorraine. And he himself had long thought Tuscany could become Britain’s foot into Italy, still, he was curious. “George, what do you think?” He asked of his son.

The lad stopped fiddling with his pen and looked at him. “I think Sir Robert is right, Your Majesty. I think that there will be a war, and it will be across the continent. I think we would however be better served sending a naval detachment to the Mediterranean, than to engage in a long term ground war strategy. Naples fleet is poor, and if we dominate there, we control trade with Africa.”

James looked at his son and saw something he’d not seen before. He saw a man ready for the challenges that were to be thrust upon him when James eventually died. Privately he thought to himself perhaps that Voltaire fellow has been good for the lad after all. Externally, he said. “Very well. We shall instruct the admiralty to keep things on preparation and send word to Sir William Rowley to begin preparations for departure from Gibraltar.”

The Duke of Grafton who was on his last legs nodded and said. “I shall be most honoured, if Your Majesty would grant me the honour of leading the squadron from Plymouth.”

James looked at the old man, he had wanted to give that post to George, but decided against it and said. “It would be our pleasure.”

The man smiled. “Thank you, Sire.”

 

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Chapter 224: Franklin



August, 1729
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Benjamin bowed low before the Governor and then waited as the man put down his papers. Sir Richard Hartington was there as well, which Ben had known he would be, being the man who had brought the case against Ben and his paper The Court Grace. Still he felt slightly uneasy. Sir Richard was a knight of the realm, and a wealthy landowner, and Ben was only a mere newspaper owner and reporter. He did not know whether he would survive this.

The Governor the Earl of Clarendon spoke then. “Gentlemen, thank you both for coming. I understand that it is a day of rest from the strains of the week, and that normally this case would be heard during the week. However, today is the only day I have available. So, the charges as I understand them are that you, Mr Franklin have written an article within your paper that Sir Richard here believes violates the laws of the land and bring his reputation into disrepute. But you, Mr Franklin argue that you are merely exercising your rights. Is that correct?”

“Yes Your Excellency.” Ben said.

“Yes.” Sir Richard replied.

The Earl frowned at Sir Richard and said. “Let us hear from you first, then Sir Richard.”

“Thank you, Your Excellency.” Sir Richard said in his most sycophantic voice. “I understand that newspapers must have the right to report on the news and things they consider the paying public needs to know. However, the article that Mr Franklin here wrote, is one that does not do this. Instead it casts aspersions on my character that of my associates. It casts us as being in league with the French and Spanish to the detriment of the Crown. Something that I would never allow. Furthermore, the evidence that Mr Franklin offers is one that does not add up. He refuses to state who his sources are.”

“Thank you, Sir Richard.” The Earl said. He then looked at Ben and Ben prepared his arguments. “Your counter, Mr Franklin.”

“Thank you, Your Excellency.” Ben said. “Whilst I can see why Sir Richard might be aggrieved, after all, it is not every day you are accused of treason and the running of slaves counter to the law of this colony, I do resent his implication that I am breaking the law. At The Court Grace we pride ourselves on doing our due diligence and ensuring that we are correct in our assertions. Every person we have spoken to, and every record we have examined supports the statements made in our paper. And I resent this implication that the rich and powerful cannot be held to account simply because of their money. We are a colony in the tradition of Britannia, that means we have the right to free speech and that includes speech that might offend.”

Sir Richard harrumphed, but judging by the expression on the Governor’s face, Ben thought he might have emerged the better of the two parties from this. There was a long silence as the governor considered their statements, then he said. “It is understandable that there would be some outrage, the statements made are bold, and this source protection is problematic, but as you say Mr Franklin, you have the right to say what you say, and Sir Richard you’ve had the chance to respond under the law and you have not done that.”

“Your Excellency!” Sir Richard began to protest, before the governor held up a hand.

“I did my own search into this and found several irregularities, Sir Richard. Irregularities that add up to what Mr Franklin has said here. Therefore, I must ask you to remove yourself from this case, and prepare for a day in court.” The Governor said. Before Sir Richard could respond the governor added. “You are dismissed, but do not think you can flee here, if you do, there will be a warrant to kill you.”

Stiffly, Sir Richard nodded. “Sir.” He bowed and then left.

“Your Excellency has come on the right side of history.” Ben said after a suitable time had passed, he could not believe that he had emerged victorious against Sir Richard.

The Governor waved a hand dismissively. “The law was on your side. Though I would advise that you consider moving somewhere for a time, Mr Franklin. Sir Richard has powerful friends. And his family will cause difficulties.”

“Where can I go, Sir. I am a mere newspaper editor. And I have a young family.” Ben said thinking of Annabelle and their son.

The governor smiled. “You need not worry on that front, Mr Franklin. I have a friend who is more than willing to help you.”

“Truly?” Ben asked.

“Yes, how do you feel about moving to London? I would pay for your travel there, and my friend would help you find accommodation.” The Governor said.

London, it was far away, but it was the heart of the coffee house movement, the place where the Spectator was, and where the Guardian was also. The thought of being able to write for both papers excited him. “I would be most delighted and grateful, Sir.” He said.

“Excellent.” The governor replied. “I shall make the arrangements.”

 

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Chapter 225: Milan



November, 1729
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“So, if we’re facing war with France what are our capabilities?” Joseph asked. His father had named him governor to Milan a few months after his marriage to Polyxena and told him to keep things running there. Thankfully the former Imperial governor was still on hand to help out.

Maximillian Wilhelm, the illegitimate cousin to the Elector of Hanover spoke then. “Your Royal Highness, we have seven regiments of foot, and two regiments of horse prepared and trained. They are fully aware of the possible tactics that the French could use in an offensive war and are thus prepared for it.”

Joseph nodded though he had the feeling it wouldn’t be them leading the charge out against the French. “And if the French attempt to attack us in Milan?”

“Then they know to garrison key forts along the border. Furthermore, we shall have supplies provided to us by Venice in case something should happen to block supply routes with Vienna.” Maximillian said.

Joseph looked at the map before him. “Savoy will be the landing ground for any attack from France. Do we know what their strengths are?”

“The Duke of Savoy has struggled in recent times to raise suitable funds for training his army in the new styles, Your Royal Highness. Therefore, if we were to engage with them first, under the understanding that we were at war with France, then we would win.” Maximillian said.

“Good.” Joseph said. He did not know where the web of alliances would go during this war. If his father allied with France they’d be fighting against Naples, and most likely Spain as well, but if they were allied with Naples then France would be the main source of contention.

As if sensing his concerns, Maximillian spoke once more. “We’ve also got plans outlined for war with Naples, if Your Royal Highness would like to hear them?”

“Yes.” Joseph said.

“Naples will not be given leave to march their army through the Papal States, we know this much, therefore, they will likely use their navy to move through northwards and then attempt a landing into Tuscany, where they will then attempt to place Lorraine on the throne. From there they will hold their ground.” Maximillian said. “Therefore, we’ve got the regiments prepared for quick marching through the grounds and the land. Prepared for an offensive war on the Tuscan fortresses should they hold out.”

“And what of Parma?” Joseph asked. “They are linked to Naples, will they be supporting Lorraine?”

Maximilian shook his head. “Not that I am aware of. It seems the King of France has been able to buy off the Duke.”

Joseph nodded. He was about to speak, when the door opened and a messenger, red faced and sweating hurried in, he bowed, and handed a document to Joseph. Joseph took it and swore. He looked at Maximillian and the others in the room. “Gentlemen, it seems Gian Gastone is dead.”

 

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Chapter 226: Wales and War



February, 1730

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The messenger had come early, earlier than he had thought. He had been in bed with his wife Anne, when the messenger had nervously entered the chamber and announced that the King wished to see him. George had grumbled but he’d gotten up all the same, kissed his wife on the cheek and then gotten dressed and left for his father’s apartments. He’d been surprised to find his mother there, and he wondered what might be the cause of this.

“Your Majesties.” He said bowing low.

“Sit down, George.” Father said in his Kingly voice. A chair was behind him, so he sat down in it.

“Have I done something wrong?” George asked, hating how at the age of twenty-five he still felt like a child whenever these occasions happened.

“No.” The King said. “We have summoned you here today to tell you something important.” There was a brief pause and then the King continued. “Word has come that Gian Gastone has died. The King of Naples has moved into Tuscany declaring that the Duke of Lorraine is the rightful claimant. France is mobilising troops to fight them, but the Spanish are preparing an attack on French military garrisons.”

George raised an eyebrow. “So, we are marching to war?”

“Yes.” The King said. “However, you shall not be serving as regent whilst we are away. Your mother will.”

“Why?” George asked, then he looked at his mother and said. “No disrespect, Mother.”

His mother laughed. “None taken.”

“You will be coming with us as we set sail for Antwerp, and from there onto the border with the Empire.” The King said.

At once George felt excitement, this would be his first proper war, on the other hand he was nervous. “I see….” He trailed off and then asked. “Why Antwerp? Isn’t the Emperor on our side?”

“The Emperor has not declared either way yet, but some of the Princes in the Empire have declared they are on the Spanish side. We shall help sort that mess out before moving to Italy.” The King responded.

George nodded, as if she could sense his nervousness, mother reached out and took his hand. “You need not worry about Anne, George, we shall look after her, and make sure she’s okay.”

George nodded. He didn’t say why he was nervous though, Anne had told him she had missed her time of the month this month, and after being married for a month, that perhaps could’ve meant anything, but he hoped it meant she was with child. He had strangely become very attached to his wife already. Perhaps it was because he’d never really had any relationships with anyone before. He was not James, Marquess of Blandford, nor was he even his own brother, the Duke of Cambridge who he knew kept both male and female mistresses. This was completely new to him. He simply nodded. “Very well, when will we leave?”

“In two days’ time, the army regiments are prepared. All that needs be done is a speech to prorogue Parliament, which shall be delivered later today, and then from there we march.” The King said.

George nodded, he bowed and left after being given the dismissal by his father. he walked down the hallway, ignoring the courtiers who bowed and spoke to him. he was tempted to go and visit James, but his friend was likely still sleeping. Instead he made his way to the chapel, kneeled down before the cross and aloud said. “Please, All Mighty God, make sure I come home.” He knelt in prayer for some time after that, and when he opened his eyes, the sun was blazing out before him.

 

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Chapter 227: Raise High The Fleur De Lis



March, 1730
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Louis looked at the paper before him and sighed. “You mean to tell us that the Spanish have not learned anything from the past two wars we have fought against them? That they insist on going into Navarre to try and cause trouble.”

“Yes, Sire.” Chauvelin his foreign minister said. “It appears that someone in Madrid has had the bright idea of telling King Leopold that Spain has the ability to wage a long term war.”

“They had only recently managed to sort out their finances had they not?” Louis asked. “What has given them this sudden reasoning to invade a territory?”

“I believe they are getting loans from the banks in Italy, Sire. That or King Leopold has more accurately channelled what little wealth he can get from Spain’s colonies into this effort.” Chauvelin said.

Louis considered this and then asked. “What are the chances we can raise a revolt in Aragon?” He knew that had been a favourite strategy of his grandfather when war with Spain had been prominent, but he was not sure it would work now. And he had always found the method distasteful.

“Unlikely, Sire.” Chauvelin said. “Aragon remains loyal to King Leopold due to the speeches and balancing act he has implemented since becoming King. I believe they will remain loyal regardless of this war.”

“Bezons is the one commanding our forces in Navarre is he not?” Louis asked then a thought coming to his mind.

“He is, Sire.” Chauvelin said.

Louis though quickly and then said. “Very well give him the action to activate Plan twenty-four.”

Chauvelin looked surprised. “Are you sure, Sire?”

Plan twenty-four the strategy Louis had devised with Chauvelin and Condé some years ago that would allow for a lightning fast fight with the Spanish, but might cost land and resources within Navarre. “Yes.” Louis said. “We must ensure that we are not bogged down in Navarre for too long.”

Chauvelin nodded. “Very well, I shall send him the correspondence.”

Louis then looked at Condé and asked. “What word from the British?”

“They have set sail from Portsmouth, Sire. I expect them to be in Antwerp before the month ends. King James and Prince George shall be with the army.” Condé said.

“We see.” Louis said though that got the wheels in his head turning. His son had married King James’ daughter two months ago, and seemed to be settling in well in Versailles, indeed he believed she was with child, according to what his son Louis had told him. He looked at the Dauphin then, the lad had three children a son and two daughters, but had showed no skill with arms. His other son Anjou had though.

He thought on it and then said. “Write to Antwerp, tell Charles that we shall meet him and King James on the way to the Rhine.”

“Sire.” Condé said. Louis saw the Dauphin look at him, an eyebrow raised in question. Louis shook his head. Something like relief flitted across his son’s face before it was a mask again. There was a moment of disappointment for Louis at that before he changed back to other matters.

“And Tuscany? Is our brother still convinced that Lorraine is the way to go?” Louis asked.

“Sire, he remains in Florence with his army. He continues to face opposition though. Some of the former Grand Duke’s courtiers have sworn fealty to Lorraine whilst others have retired to their lands and remain in wait.” Chauvelin said. “It has also emerged that King Philippe has agreed to a marriage between his daughter and Emperor Joseph’s grandson.”

“So, the Emperor shall emerge into the fighting. No doubt he shall use his son in Milan to cause trouble for Savoy.” Louis said. “Send word to Bourg and to Gramont. Instruct them to march to Savoy and to cooperate with Savoy in whatever way needed.”

“Yes, Sire.” Chauvelin said.

“Condé,” Louis said. The man looked at him then. “Send word to our man in Vienna, let us see if the Emperor is willing to seek a peace now.”

“Sire.” Condé replied. “And Naples?”

Louis shook his head. “The only answer for our brother’s foolishness is to defeat him.”