You’re good. You don’t need to rush things if life gets in the way. It happens to us all.
Your Majesty, Cousin, 
It is with the deepest regret that I have learned of the actions of Cpt Lord Paulet in your capital. On behalf of my government, I express a profound sense of sorrow that such a situation has developed and it is my fervent hope that such a disagreeable state of affairs can be remedied most efficiently. With Your Majesty’s kind consent, I beg you receive our representative forthwith so that our two governments may resolve this matter to our mutual advantage and satisfaction.
I send this with my very sincere good wishes to Your Majesty and to the people of your nation,
In respect of our long-standing friendship,
George R. 
I entered the bedroom to see my poor uncle laid there, the little Duchess holding his hand and gently mopping his brow with a damp handkerchief for Alison explained that he felt a great heat despite the fact that the fire had not been lit, a symptom of his unfortunate condition. She made to curtsey to me but I motioned that she should not. The wretched woman looked so pitiful, as if she were clinging to her husband’s hand willing him to stay just one day longer.
Uncle Sussex was responsive to me but he could no longer speak and so instead, I sat aside the bed and held his hand and said the things I thought I must. I prepared to leave and told the Duchess that if he survived the night, I would return and that she must ready some things for she would be welcome to travel with me to the Palace for a time if the worst came. She wept at this and thanked me but as I made to leave and the two of us stood in the hall discussing the matter, Alison stepped out to us and told us that Uncle Sussex had breathed his last.
Phipps was present to make all arrangements and the Duchess then came back with me to the Palace where Aunt Mary did a splendid job of comforting her, especially when one considers her former reluctance even to receive her. I told her that she should have no concerns for her future and that all would be taken care of. Then she gave me a curious little stack of papers from Uncle Sussex’s desk in which he made the most curious request – that he should not be buried at St George’s but rather that he should be laid to rest at Kensal Green!
Aunt Mary told me that he had taken such a decision because he wished to be near to Aunt Sophia when her time came – and because he believed Aunt Sussex would never be allowed to be interred with him at Windsor and he wanted to be buried with her. This causes me the difficulty because it means I shall have to invite Aunt Sophia for luncheon tomorrow to discuss the matter. She is now almost completely blind and almost as mad and one feels ashamed to admit that one feels no affection for her at all. It is my hope that she will convince the Duchess to ignore Uncle’s strange funeral plans but Aunt Mary says his executors will insist and I find that a very rum business. 
“I quite appreciate that this man is an invalid and I concede that he will no doubt miss the generous allowance granted to him by my dear late brother in recent years - an allowance I might add my brother was under no obligation to provide but did so because he was a charitable man. But one really must question what the ghastly pair in question have been doing with so very much money! I mean to say my dear, how much money can a cripple spend? It quite puzzles me for you know my own allowance is not much greater than the sum my dear brother gave to these creatures and I hardly think I could be accused of living a shabby existence on such an income.
I am told they live in quite a nasty house, though it is of good size, but my dear - it is in a dreary seaside town! Such a property cannot exact that much in the way of expenses, though no doubt the sister behaves as if she was Queen of the May and perhaps is extravagant. I have seen her only once, from a distance, a pinched sort of person and so clearly one of those awful bitter spinsters who take so very much joy from the afflictions of a relative they can care for. It makes them feel of use one supposes. But my dear, if everything one hears about his malady is true, this man will be dead himself come the winter and what good will a peerage and £4,000 a year serve him then? It is his sister who leads him in this, of that I am quite sure". 
Thank you! I got my Georges confused...if nothing else, I am determined TTL will eradicate the name George by 1900!Ah. I note the arrival of Helene of Orleans.... I wonder which Prince (or King) she's really going to fall for
Also, isn't George of Tipperary Augusta Cambridge's brother, not her cousin? You have him down as both during the description of her wedding.
Nice to see Victoria of Orange acting maternal for once... The OTL Queen Victoria wasn't good with babies, but this one seems to have softened a bit, at least for the moment....
And yes, I agree with @Dragonboy The diplomacy in this chapter was top notch.
Alexander actually did try and court Helene in the OTL when she was widowed but alas, he had to settle only for her friendship...will the same be true here I wonder? Thanks for reading and for your feedback!Alexander better keep his mittens off Helene, she's meant for George!
Thankyou! I'm glad you enjoyed the telling of the Paulet Affair, I thought it was a perfect opportunity for George to get stuck back into diplomacy (or try to!) something he really has a flair for.Pretty good chapter. The Paulet Affair was handled beautifully. Even though I want the King to be happy, I don’t understand how marrying Helene would work. She is the mother to the heir to the French throne. I don’t think the French people would want the French king’s stepfather to be the British King. However, if this does happen, I won’t mind.
One of the things I've come to really enjoy about writing TTL is that I find out a little more about the "B-Cast" as I go along. And it seems that Helene had so many potential suitors when her husband died but she just wouldn't consider it. I suppose for her it was a choice between holding out for a life in which she could have some autonomy over things or being subservient to yet another husband she may not really have loved all that much.I do love a good meet-cute! I am also interested to see how this relationship progresses in the future. Even if he and Helene won’t get together, at least he has a new friend.
Thankyou so much! I'm really pleased you're happy with Agnes!I heartily approve of your choice for George, also what a wonderful little story
Also good god there are so many tiny little German states at this time, and they're controlled by like a dozen families and their branches.
Some of those houses are also really really old, many being around a thousand years oldAnd yes, it's so bizarre isn't it? Not to mention a total headscratcher when you're trying to unravel them to see who is related to who...and when all of them are called George, Frederick or William or Louise, Frederica or Marie.