Chapter 2: Anne
June, 1688
Anne walked through the gardens of St James and wondered if perhaps once the whole situation with her father had calmed down she might return to the Cockpit and Whitehall. It was much better for George’s health as well, having reduced the chances of asthma effecting as badly. Their last love making had left her husband close to death due to the exertions. The doctor said the air was the reason. She had told Sarah this and her friend had told her to demand to return to Whitehall.
Thinking on that she turned to her friend and said. “I think the King knows about the correspondence.” She had been exchanging letters with her sister Mary in the Hague through Sarah and the Marquess of Dorset’s wife, trying to plan for the eventuality of removing their father.
“Why did he say something?” Sarah asked.
“No, but he has been talking a lot about Mary recently. And he only does that when he is upset or annoyed. Remember how he acted when the whole thing with the races turned out?” Anne said.
“Ah, yes.” Sarah replied and they continued walking, before Sarah responded. “I’m not sure he knows. John hasn’t said anything, and you know John he’d say something to me first.”
Anne thought on that and saw the truth in her friend’s words. John never did anything before going to Sarah, that was one of the things she most liked about her friend. The complete control she had over her husband. Her step mother, Mary did not exercise such control over her father. As such the man’s eyes had wandered numerous times, including with John’s own sister. Anne shook her head then. “Regardless, now that a son has been born to my father we will need to act quickly. He will do all he can to confirm a Catholic succession.” The thought of a Catholic inheriting the throne disturbed her.
“Surely not?” Sarah asked. “Your father, the King is many things. But I do not think he is foolish. He knows that having a Catholic successor would be the end of him and his dynasty.”
Anne put a hand on her stomach, aware that the child growing inside of her was the future. “You do not see him. He drove away the Earl of Oxford, Oxford, the man who bled for my uncle, because of his fanaticism. I blame the French.”
Sarah thought on that, but before she could speak, a messenger came hurrying over. “Your Highness, please, you must come quickly. The King.”
Anne looked at Sarah, and then the messenger. “What has happened?”
“Please Your Highness, come quickly.” The messenger set off then hurrying back to the palace. Seeing that she had no choice, Anne followed the messenger, and hurried after him, Sarah accompanying her. They moved through the entrance and the various corridors before they came to the King’s apartments. There they found John.
“What has happened?” Anne demanded.
John looked ashen faced. “We were out riding, the King and I. His horse startled and the King fell over. His horse landed on top of him.”
The words came but Anne did not understand them. “Is he dead?” She demanded.
“I…” John stuttered.
“Is he dead?” Sarah asked this time with more force.
Anne pushed passed John into the apartments, she moved to his bed chamber and found the Doctor there. “Well?” She demanded. “Is he alive or dead?”
The Doctor bowed and then replied. “When he fell he hit a vessel in his neck causing a lot of blood to pour out. Then his horse landed on him crushing his ribs from impact. He did not survive long.” There was a long pause. “The King is dead.”
Anne thought on this for a long moment then. If her father was dead, that meant her half-brother was now the King. Her half-brother who bore her father’s name but had not yet been baptised in Rome. Her mind begin to churn out possible ideas here. She could declare the boy a changeling and everyone would believe her, now her father was dead. But that would give the throne to her sister Mary and to William, but then she would be their heir, but being heir and then Queen would damage her health, she knew that. She looked at her father’s lifeless form, and thought to herself,
I could save the dynasty, I could ensure uncle Charles’ legacy lives on. Declare her half-brother King, raise him and rule in his name, and she would be hailed by all.
“Your Highness…” Sarah said then touching her arm. Anne turned around and looked at her. “What do you want to do, Your Highness?”
“Secure the King and his mother, and alert the court.” Anne said instantly her mind made up. “We must secure the succession.” As orders were barked out for that to happen, Anne turned back to look at her father and whispered. “England has been saved by your madness, Papa.”