Easter Sunday, April 5, 1795, St Jamesâs Palace
âSevern! A moment, if you will!â
Christopher James Beaulieu, Duke of Severn, turned at the summons to find Lord Malmesbury, his face white, closing the door to Prince Ernestâs private apartments in St Jamesâs Palace.
âOf course, Malmesbury,â said Severn, keeping his features blank. âSomething I can do for you?â
âCan you turn the clock back nine months?â
Severn blinkedâ¦having just seen His Royal Highness, George, Prince of Wales, burst from his brotherâs apartments. âNine months?â His mouth twitched. âHas a happy event just occurred in there? Whoâs the father?â
Malmesbury cast a harried look around in case any of the bewigged and liveried royal footmen stationed in the corridor had heard, and glared at him. âLevity, my lord duke,â he snapped in an undertone, âis out of place!â He wiped his brow with a handkerchief and, keeping his voice low, said, âI have just had theââ he gulped ââhonour of presenting Princess Caroline of Brunswick to His Royal Highness.â
Severn could only conclude that to ruffle Malmesburyâs diplomatically serene feathers so badly, the introduction had not gone well. Of course, the fact that the prince had fairly galloped down the corridorâ¦
âI beg your pardon, Malmesbury,â he said. âI saw the prince. He seemed, er, distracted. Muttered something about being duped and he must see Her Majesty immediately.â
Malmesbury groaned. âI have but a momentâthe king wishes to see me. Severn, he repulsed her!â
Severn thought it possible his lower jaw might not recover from the shock. He, too, shot a glance at the footmen. Stolid and unblinking, they gave not the least hint that they had any idea of what was going on. He wouldnât have wagered a groat on that. Not after Prinnyâs idiocy. âHe repulsed the princess?â
âYes!â Malmesbury gripped his arm, drew him away from the footmen. âRepulsed her, announced that he felt unwell and demanded a glass of brandy!â
And Severn thought he knew all there was to be known about making a disastrous marriage of convenience. âEr, is there something wrong with the princess, or is it just that His Highness is beingââ He hesitated, searching for a diplomatic phrase.
ââis being a damned fool?â suggested Malmesbury. âA little of both perhaps. The princess is not, I fear, overly acquainted with the use of soap.â
Severn wrinkled his nose in sympathy with his future king as Malmesbury continued. âBut she has improved vastly, and appears willing and eager to conform, but not if the Prince of Wales continues in this wise! After he left she complained that he was not as handsome as the portrait she was sent, and that he was fat!â
âHe is fat,â said Severn. And it was highly likely that the portrait sent had been flattering in the extreme. At least he hadnât made the mistake of relying on a portraitistâs fancy; heâd thought he was extremely well-acquainted with his bride before offering, let alone marrying. Which just went to show how mistaken one could beâ¦
Malmesbury didnât even glare. âLord, what a mess. Severn, if you can, try to see the prince. Represent to him theâ¦the folly of continuing to insult his bride. She is not, I fear, of a governable or tractable temper. This, on top of sending Lady Jersey as lady-in-waiting to meet her at Greenwich.â
âHe didnât!â
âOh, yes, he did,â said Malmesbury. âApparently the queen was behind it. And the blasted woman was late! Lady Jersey, that isânot Her Majesty.â His teeth actually ground. âFurthermore she had the temerity to attempt to sit beside the princess in the carriage. Claimed the motion made her unwell if she sat facing backwards!â
âWell, quite apart from Prinnyâs rudeness in sending his mistress to receive his bride,â said Severn, âwhy the devil did Lady Jersey accept the appointment if she canât sit in a carriage backwards?â
Malmesburyâs smile was pure acid. âI asked her that myself. Anyway, look, Severn, if you can talk with the prince, try if you can to get him to see reason. He likes you. And havenât you recently married?â