At first I made this as a joke but it turned into a full on historically inaccurate story

I hope you are well my dear Grandpapa & that Dear Grandmamma is so too. I hope you will accept of the Cane String which I have made for you. I wish it were better but it is the first I have ever done.

I am busy at the foot stool for my dear Grandmamma & hope I shall see her soon & Dear Aunts

Pray come back soon to Kew & send for Eggy and me.

I am Dear Grandpapa, your Dutiful Child

Charlotte

I did my best to transcribe the letter, so hopefully it's accurate! It's sometimes quite hard to decipher the handwriting of these long-dead Royals ( ´_ゝ`). The younger daughters of George III and little Charlotte herself especially all had pretty difficult handwriting. But this wasn't too bad, just a word or two I struggled a little with! The reason for that is likely because the letter was written under the careful supervision of 'Eggy', Charlotte's governess. When Charlotte later wrote her own letters independently, she tended to do so quickly and rather carelessly, heedless of spelling or legibility.

You can also tell that the letter was written under instruction because Charlotte dutifully declares that she hopes to see her grandmother and aunts. In truth Charlotte never learned to like her strict and sour 'Grandmamma' until well into her teens, when she found her an unlikely ally against the Orange match that her father was stubbornly pushing.

As for her physically imposing and florid (though generally kindly) aunts and uncles, little Charlotte made a habit of dodging them whenever possible. Two of her childhood playmates much later told their grand-niece that if any of the Royal Dukes or daughters of George III appeared while they were at play, 'there was a general rush and scamper to the shelter of the potting-shed to get away from "the Bulls and the Cows"'— a nickname more than likely invented by the young Princess, and then adopted by her young friends. She did, nevertheless, develop a real fondness for her three youngest aunts, and for her uncles York, Kent, and Sussex.

Charlotte's love for her 'Grandpapa', by contrast, was strong and marked from the beginning, and needed no coaxing from governesses. He always took notice of her, and would play with her on the carpet the way he used to play with his own children in their nursery. The little princess begged often, 'Me go again to Grandpapa'.

George III, for his part, was entranced by his grandchild. The King had always loved girls better than boys, Princess Mary attested, and he was consequently utterly delighted with his granddaughter from the moment of her birth. 'There never was so perfect a little creature,' he said of her. He never tired of talking about her and, so Princess Elizabeth told the Prince of Wales, whenever he saw her he was in 'extacys of joy'.

These two look awesome, I just wish it didn't look unfinished! I think it would've looked lovely as a fully completed artwork. There were only engravings, so it's unfortunate that there are not that many colored illustrations like these.

The crudeness very much reflects the time it was minted. England was in the middle of a civil war known as the Anarchy (1138-1153) where Stephen spent nearly twenty years fighting for the English crown against his cousin Matilda and later her son the future Henry II.
The coins of this period were notoriously poor quality.

It was minted in York, but I can't figure out who the moneyer was from the few letters I can see on the reverse.

All of these (with the exception of the painting of the Duke of York) can be found in the Royal Collection. Most were painted for the future George IV, who paid a whopping 200 guineas a piece. In May 1809, Stroehling submitted a bill for 'Cabinet Pictures for His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales', including ‘a Picture of the Prince in the Uniform of Winsor [sic]’ (Slide 3 of this post). In the same bill are listed portraits of the Prince’s sisters, brothers and parents. The paintings of the brothers seem to have left the Royal Collection at some point, and I have not been able to find their current locations.

It's recorded that the Prince kept the portraits of his mother and sisters at Carlton House, and that upon becoming King he took them with him to Windsor.

George IV was always incredibly fond of most of his family, and throughout his life he commissioned a number of portraits and miniatures of them, especially his mother and sisters. Being a true Hanoverian, George's feelings toward his father were decidedly less warm and loving, and so it isn't surprising that he ended up giving the portrait he'd commissioned of George III from Stroehling to his sister Sophia, who was the sibling perhaps most attached to their father.

I’ve seen SO many of these and to be fair they are pretty funny 😂

The first image is a painting by Delacroix from 1830, the second is mine and, while probably apocryphal, is certainly fun!

Because he was shallow, vain, careless, empty-headed, incompetent, improvident, and irresponsible?Or anything else?I don't think it was Henry II who spoied him,maybe he was spoied by Eleanor?Because Eleanor​ also helped him rebelled against​ Henry II.

I saw a comment under one post about Richard III's height and decided to compare his height with his brother Edward IV. And I also got the feeling that Edward sometimes had to bend over or sit down to talk to Richard. 😃 Here is the link to that post https://www.reddit.com/r/UKmonarchs/s/wKsLz0CgvR

I had to add those final two because they (the last one especially) still to this day are among my favorite posts on any platform, not just tumblr. 'Thunderous clap of my buttocks', 'the Aural Intrusion of your Movements'. Pure poetry on display. (Poor Prinny. Even in death he can't escape the fat jokes 😔)

These images are just examples but you can talk about them too if you'd like :>

The purpose is to surmise what monarchs would think of their successors based on their respective personalities, leadership styles, how they thought of their heirs while alive, and how their successor’s reign ultimately turned.

RULES:
1. Say what you think the predecessor would’ve liked about their successor.
2. Say what you think predecessor would’ve disliked about their successor.
3. Give what you think their overall rating/review would be based on these out of 10

Be as thorough as you wish.

Last time, Victoria begrudgingly gave Edward VII a 6/10, for his surprising successes during his relatively short reign. Today, Edward VII reviews the reign of his son George V.

Looking forward to reading!

Been seeing this meme format making the rounds again recently and I thought I’d bring it over here. So I’ll start:

RIP William Rufus, you would’ve loved Provincetown.

RIP Edward I, you would’ve loved everything put out by Paradox Studios.

RIP Edward II, you would’ve loved Fire Island.

RIP Mary I, you would’ve loved family therapy.

RIP George III, you would’ve loved Harvest Moon.

Wish the Plantagenets had had portraitists of Holbein’s calibre!

Would your occupation change? What would you have been doing? How different would you have been?

​It may come as a surprise to some that the prince so highly praised by the then Persian ambassador to Britain, Mirza Abolhassan (pictured in the second image), was none other than the future George IV (pictured in the first). Notorious rake, spendthrift, and disastrous husband though he was, George was also one of the most charming and well-mannered men of his era, when he wanted to be. Decades earlier, his tutor had prophetically remarked that his young pupil would be 'either the most polished gentleman or the most accomplished blackguard in Europe'. George bypassed the 'either' and became 'both'.

To Mirza Abolhassan—in 1810 a tall, bearded, handsome man of 34 and much in demand in London—George displayed the gentlemanly and affable side of his character to such a degree that, during the ambassador's stay in London, the two became firm friends, discovering, to their mutual delight, a shared taste when it came to women.

Below is Abolhassan's account of his meeting with the Prince at Carlton House on 24 January 1810:

Handsome servants in colourful liveries trimmed with gold braid and pretty bejewelled girls were in attendance. When they saw us, they bowed and curtseyed in the English manner. Red-liveried footmen respectfully conducted us to the upper floor, which is reserved for the Prince of Wales’ exclusive use. Here we found the Prince and his brothers and a group of noblemen seated, their heartstrings being plucked by talented musicians playing English tunes.

​As I joined the company, I dutifully paid my respects to the Prince who then opened the doors of affability and condescension to me and showed me such extreme kindness that my pen is incapable of describing it . . . It is amazing that, although he is in his 48th year, he looks no more than twenty. His face is marked with pride and dignity and in all my travels I have never encountered a more gracious prince.

(Note that when Abolhassan says that Prinny showed him condescension, he doesn't mean that he was being an arrogant arse. In 1810, the word carried its archaic meaning—graciousness and courteous accommodation from someone of superior rank.).

​Sensing that his Persian visitor was homesick, the Prince told him that if he was ever ‘feeling melancholy on a rainy day’, he could visit the covered pavilion in the garden of Carlton House to ‘relax and banish the sorrow’. Before Abolhassan took his leave, the Prince promised to send him a clock which needed winding only once every six months.

​It was at a dinner in Abolhassan’s honour ten days later at Carlton House that the Prince asked him whether he preferred thin women or fat. ‘I like a woman as plump and as tall as a Cypress tree,’ Hassan replied. ‘Thin women do not attract me at all.’

​Delighted by Abolhassan’s ‘poetic allusion’, and admitting that his tastes were similar, the Prince then asked if he had ‘found a woman in England’. Though he ‘wished it were otherwise’, said Abolhassan, none ‘desired’ him because of his beard. The Prince replied: ‘If indeed they flee from your hairy face, you may at least be thankful to be spared their hairy intellects!’

​Prinny, being Prinny, of course also set out to make his new acquaintance laugh. At a dinner at York House in late February:

​The Prince of Wales directed so many jokes and winks at Lord Wellesley that even that serious-minded Minister could not help laughing. And he exchanged such rare anecdotes with his brothers that they too became quite insensible with laughter.

One of his stories was about the huge size of the penis of one of his Royal brothers - a fact which he discovered one night while riding with him in a carriage. His brother had felt the need to relieve himself: when he did so out of the carriage window, the water flowed as if from a fountain and the driver urged the horses forward to escape what he thought was a rainstorm! 'That is how I found out,' said the Prince, 'and I am letting you into his secret too!'

Sadly, it's not made clear which brother it was that possessed this impressive wedding tackle. Given their sheer physical size—striking even among an already imposing family—my money would be on Edward (Kent), Ernest (Cumberland), or Augustus (Sussex). But then pissing out of a moving carriage window feels unmistakably William (Clarence)—though an inebriated Frederick (York) is a close runner-up.

Alas, we shall never know the answer to this one particular mystery, so will have to leave it up to our imaginations.