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[Queen Charlotte]

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The queen was hosting a luncheon and fortunately, the weather was most agreeable. It would have been rather unacceptable should rain spoil her plans, despite it not being within the control of even the Queen herself. She was currently sitting upon her elaborately decorative chair, watching the guests pile in as each made their way in front of her, curtseying or bowing in respect to which Charlotte offered a nod of acknowledgement. Only to those who did it properly after all. There were a few fumbling fools to which she waved her hand dismissively. The standards were certainly dropping among some families within London. And she had no time for those who could not present themselves with dignity. Nerves were no excuse.

Sitting beside her was her lovely granddaughter. Charlotte quite enjoyed having her remain within her home, relatives far few and in between. This also provided an opportunity for those who had not yet set eyes upon her, to do so now. But she -- as often was the case -- had ulterior motives when it came to Charlotte being here. And that was to find her a husband. Of course it would not be anyone within the ton, but there was no harm in commencing the conversation about it. And when there was a gap between people arriving, the Queen broached the subject.

"I was about your age when I was married," she began to say. A year older perhaps, but the point still stood. She turned head a little, so not to strain her neck from any awkward angle, but enough so that she could set her eyes upon her granddaughter. "Have you considered anyone?" She wondered if back home, there were any prospective husbands, and her words straightforward and to the point . . . expecting Charlotte to be truthful in the matter. The two after all had what the Queen considered to be a wonderful relationship. And she wanted only the best for her dear Little Lottie.

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[Princess Charlotte]

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Seated beside her grandmother at the luncheon, Princess Charlotte remained quiet for most of the event, unable to speak due to the excruciating headache she had from the night before. Ever since she'd turn the ripe age of sixteen, she took joy in hosting lavish parties where she'd invite the elite of the elite to join in her merrymaking. It all began after her sixteenth birthday, of course, which had been talk of the town for months. Acknowledging her grandmother when she spoke, she listened quietly, gently resting her palm against her cheek. "Ah, yes," She responded nonchalantly with a small grin. "The stable boy caught my attention. Was it John or James?" Quite the jest, really, and she knew tha her grandmama would not be entirely angry at her for making such a comment. Young Charlotte knew she was her grandparent's favourite, possibly because she was the only child produced by the regent king. "It is the nineteenth century, grandmama. Is it not too early to think of marriage prospects?"

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[Queen Charlotte]

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Her granddaughter spoke of a stable boy and while the Queen knew she was making a comment in jest, the thought of it was still rather horrific. "Dear god, child!" She stated in protest. "You need to spend less time thinking of names for stable boys, and more time searching for a prospective husband." While she knew that her father would of course aid in that, Charlotte also wished to be involved in the process. She would not pass her granddaughter off to an unworthy man. And finding a worthy man was a challenge in itself.

"Nonsense," she said dismissively at the idea of her being too young to think of marriage. "You are a woman now." Having turned sixteen recently brought with it, proper maturity. "It is best you start thinking of your future and starting a family of your own." Children. A true blessing in this life and one that Charlotte forever wished she had been able to bring more of into this world. She did not want anyone else in her family to experience that sense of loss.

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[Princess Charlotte]

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Princess Charlotte could not help but giggle at her grandmother's reaction to the mention of the stable boys. Pulling out her fan, she began covering her face with it to hide her undying grin. "What of Prince Friedrich?" Lottie suddenly inquired, peering over to the man who'd been visiting them for a few weeks before returning to Prussia. She was only half-serious, knowing well that the older man was an uncle. She could not imagine her marrying someone this year, though she knew that if they'd arranged the right match with her, it would happen sooner or later. Technically speaking, she was out in society, yet members of the British Ton would not do. Even a marquess was lowly for her. He needed to be born of blue blood. "Or perhaps King Ferdinand of Spain? I know he is single and in search of a wife." Charlotte might as well have entertained the idea, really, for such banter was entertaining. She was curious about her grandmother's taste in the opposite gender.

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[Queen Charlotte]

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The Queen was far more satisfied with the direction the conversation took, for her granddaughter now suggested some names. And the first one -- Friedrich -- caused her Majesty's lips to curve upwards in a smile. She was incredibly fond of her nephew, and did not approve of the way he had been treated. Strung along only to be cast aside. She despised the embarrassment that came with it, and having to find out about the girl's sudden change in choice through Whistledown's column of all things. While she would not punish either family of their choice, it still left a rather bitter taste for her nephew, Prince of Prussia deserved far better.

"Prince Friedrich is a fine choice," she said with adamant approval. Despite the man practically being charlotte's uncle . . . they were not far in age. Charlotte was in fact, so approving of this match, that she did not even consider Ferdinand when suggested, fixed more on this potential union. "He was here not long ago," she continued. "I shall invite him again. So that the two of you may get better acquainted." Under the now suggestion of potential marriage. She had after all, not heard of the man yet finding a wife. And after the fiasco with the Bridgerton girl, he deserved nothing less than a beautiful princess. And Charlotte deserved nothing less than an honorable prince.

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[Princess Charlotte]

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Her jaw nearly dropped when her grandmother began making plans to have the two meet, completely ignoring the comment about King Ferdinand of Spain -- who she very much preferred over her own bloody uncle, regardless of the little age difference. Covering the slightly surprised expression, Charlotte attempted to control herself. "King Ferdinand is just as handsome," Would that work? It was as if Queen Charlotte had already made her decision based of a mere suggestion made by the princess. Reaching into her small, crocheted purse, she pulled out a photo of the prince that was stowed away in a locket-like antique. Showing it to her grandmother, she wondered, hoping that it would steer her away from the idea of Prince Friedrich, "Take a gander at his dark locks," Lottie smiled slightly. "I also hear that Spain is lovely."

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[Queen Charlotte]

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The Queen was hardly paying attention to further mention of Ferdinand. Her mind occupied with preparing a letter of invitation to the Prince, and solidifying this fine suggestion. Oh it would be the grandest wedding! One that everyone would speak of and would be an extravagant affair. Even Whistledown would not find a crumb to criticize for it would truly be Flawless. The Queen was distracted from her silent preparations when her granddaughter attempted to show her a picture. The smile also fell from the Queen's lips as she recognized that the princess had pulled the small portrait from her purse."Why do you have that?" She questioned, a hint of accusation in her voice. She barley glanced at the picture, her expression shifted from happily planning out their grand wedding . . . to disapproval of why the young woman carried a picture of the other male.

Slightly leaning towards her granddaughter she continued. "Are you in frequent correspondence with him?" She questioned. The last thing she needed was for Brimsley to hear. He was a terrible gossip and she would not have rumours of her son's daughter circulate throughout the ton. "What have you not told me, child," she continued, before resuming her previous, upright position, barley waiting for a response from Charlotte. "Friedrich was the first name that you spoke. And thus, first that came to your mind." For that, surely meant something. Which was how the Queen was taking it. So she cared not for Ferdinand's dark locks nor the beauty of Spain. Friedrich, was a better choice. "He will therefore, be the first choice," she concluded.

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[Princess Charlotte]

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Her gloved fingers gripped around the photograph of the Spanish prince upon hearing her grandmother question where she'd got it from. That was an utterly stupid decision. Why didn't she think before she spoke? She usually did (or at least that was what she was taught as future monarch to the throne). The smile falling from her grandmother's face led her own expression to fall, all colour disappearing from her face. "We met at my birthday fête," Charlotte admitted, shifting slightly in her seat. She took back the photograph, gently hiding it in her purse. She would not get rid of it until she married... him, or someone. "Yes, we have been corresponding, but in a friendly manner. Nothing amatory." The young princess specified. Hopefully, that would ease the Queen and her accusations. Peering among the folk in the garden, she returned in a clear voice, "I am fond of him," Charlotte admitted. Prince Friedrich was more than cordial, and she took pity on the older Prince after what had happened between him and the Bridgerton girl. He did not deserve that sort of treatment -- a man of royalty. "Though I only just remembered that he is my uncle, grandmama. How often do you hear of that?" Often, actually, especially within their circles.

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[Queen Charlotte]

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The Queen did not fail to notice that instead of disposing of the picture, the princess put it back into her purse. She would need to get rid of it if that man would not become her husband. She explained that they met on her birthday, elaborating that they were amicable but not romantic. "Then why pray tell, do you carry around a portrait of him?" She questioned. "One does not do that for simply a friend." She disbelieved her granddaughter's explanation to an extent. The queen after all, was once a young woman too . . . as long ago as that may have been. When the princess then said that she only just remembered that Friedrich was her uncle and how often that happened, the queen looked at her with a slightly raised eyebrow and a look on her face.

"You just remembered?" She said with a bit of judgement in her voice. "Child, have you not properly learned of your family lineage?" Of all the kings, queens, princesses, princes, and everyone else in between that created a large family tree. With a bit of a scoff she shook her head. "You are most fortunate that he is a young handsome man." Because, as Lottie recently thought of . . . she was once a young woman. And any young woman wished to marry a handsome man. "So I ask again--" Which Charlotte did not like doing but because the princess was her granddaughter, she would repeat herself. "What is wrong with Friedrich that causes you to reject him as a suitor?" Once again, there was no right answer to this question other than nothing for that was the only acceptable response.

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