REIGNING DESCENDANTS OF QUEEN VICTORIA AND PRINCE ALBERT
MARGRETHE II OF DENMARK
On Maternal side:
Queen Victoria -> Prince Arthur, Duke of Connaught -> Princess Margaret of Connaught, Crown Princess of Sweden -> Princess Ingrid Of Sweden, Queen Consort of Denmark -> Queen Margrethe II of Denmark
ELIZABETH II OF THE UNITED KINGDOM
On Paternal side:
Queen Victoria -> King Edward VII -> King George V -> King George VI -> Elizabeth II
HARALD V OF NORWAY
On Paternal side:
Queen Victoria -> Edward VII -> Princess Maude of The United Kingdom, Princess Karl of Denmark, Queen Consort of Norway -> King Olav V -> Harald V
FELIPE VI OF SPAIN
On Paternal side:
Queen Victoria -> Princess Beatrice of The United Kingdom, Princess Henry of Battenberg -> Princess Victoria Eugenie of Battenberg, Queen Consort Of Spain -> Infante Juan, Count of Barcelona -> Juan Carlos I -> Felipe VI
On Maternal Side:
Queen Victoria -> Princess Victoria of The United Kingdom, Princess Royal, Empress of Germany and Queen Consort of Prussia -> Princess Sophie of Prussia, Queen Consort of The Hellenes -> Paul I of Greece -> Princess Sophia of Greece, Queen Consort of Spain - Felipe VI
Queen Victoria -> Princess Victoria of The United Kingdom, Princess Royal, Empress of Germany and Queen Consort of Prussia -> Wilhelm II -> Princess Viktoria Luise of Prussia, Duchess of Brunswick and Princess of Hanover -> Princess Frederika of Hanover, Queen Consort of Greece -> Princess Sophia of Greece, Queen Consort of Spain -> Felipe VI
CARL XVI GUSTAF OF SWEDEN
On Paternal side:
Queen Victoria -> Prince Arthur, Duke of Connaught -> Princess Margaret of Connaught, Crown Princess of Sweden -> Prince Gustaf Adolf, Duke of Vasterbotten -> Carl XVI Gustaf
On Maternal side:
Queen Victoria -> Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany -> Prince Charles Edward of Albany, Duke of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha -> Princess Sibylla of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, Duchess of Vasterbotten -> Carl XVI Gustaf
Inspiration: “Five Times Gilbert woke up next to Arthur”
Gilbert opened his eyes. A dark canopy was above him, and someone was to his left - Arthur. He sat up quickly, and immediately regretted it - his backside hurt. “Did we do that?” he whispered, looking frantically over at his bedmate. “Did we have…sex last night?” Oh, he wasn’t supposed to have sex with men.
“Yes,” Arthur mumbled without moving from his spot, stretched out upon his stomach on his side, arms tucked under his pillow. “Go back to sleep. It is early.”
Gilbert glanced to the window. The sun wasn’t even up, but he wasn’t tired. This changed a lot of things. He stared forward, alarmed and thoughtful, until a silk pillow hit him in the head.
“Go back to sleep,” Arthur insisted sleepily, pulling his pillow back and rolling onto his side, back facing Gilbert. “Or I’ll do it again.”
Gilbert slowly lay down again, contemplating - that didn’t seem like a bad idea, really.
18 June 1815
Gilbert opened his eyes. The bright blue sky was above him, and someone was to his left - Arthur. He sat up quickly, and immediately regretted it - his chest hurt. Glancing down, he saw his uniform was stained with blood. “Ah, I can’t believe I was shot.”
He glanced over at Arthur, who lay face-down on the ground, unmoving. “Hey, Arthur. Wake up. There is battle to be done!” He shook the man’s shoulder, and tilted his head before recoiling. Arthur had been skewered straight through the eye. Looked like a bayonet. “Ah, I suppose it can’t be helped.” He would be awake soon enough.
Gilbert climbed to a crouch and grabbed Arthur’s miserable corpse, slinging his arm over his shoulder. Arthur’s head rolled forward. He was cold, but he’d be back to it before rigor mortis set in.
“Come along, my friend,” said Gilbert with renewed vigour as he rose to his feet slowly and started in the direction of battle. “Bonaparte is not going to shoot himself. I need you to hold him while I aim.” He grinned at the thought. “I’d have no other with me for it.”
13 March 1879
Gilbert opened his eyes. A white and gold painted ceiling was above him, and someone was to his left - Arthur. He rolled over to face him, propping himself up on one elbow and hovering over the man. Gilbert eyed his sleeping form for just a moment before leaning down and planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Wake up,” he said gently. “We must dress and be ready. Her Majesty will be quite upset if we are late to the ceremony.”
Arthur grunted, but slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to stare up at him. Gilbert was grinning, and Arthur’s look was less than impressed. “If we are late, it is your fault.”
They both knew that was a lie. Gilbert just chuckled and sat up, stretching his arms up over his head. “I suppose at least I should get up, or I’ll give your maids a fright again when they come for you.”
“Who cares about them,” Arthur mumbled, closing his eyes once more. “We have some time still.”
An arm came across Gilbert’s middle and yanked him back down, and in that moment, he didn’t have the heart to say anything against it.
Gilbert opened his eyes. A dark, dirty warehouse ceiling was above him, and someone was to his left - Arthur. He sat up quickly, and immediately regretted it - his head hurt. Looking around, it took some time to get his bearings, because he could not remember quite where he was or how he had gotten there. Him and Arthur slept on a bare, filthy mattress on the floor of a large room.
Right, of course. Drugs had brought them there. Several junkies slept (or died, he wasn’t sure) on various couches and tables in the room, and even more on the floor. Drugs, alcohol, dancing - the societal collapse of East Berlin had given birth to a flourishing underground of fringe subcultures. Gilbert dove in, and Arthur followed readily. Might as well, with what life I have left, he thought.
“Hey.” A voice from his right brought him back to the present. A young woman was staring at him, draped over the arm rest of an adjacent sofa. Dishevelled hair, wide eyes, dirty clothes - no different than all of them. “Who’s your friend?” she nodded at Gilbert’s mattress-mate. “You two…got pretty wild.” Her face broke into a sick grin.
Gilbert glanced down at Arthur. Idly, he reached out and grabbed the man’s wrist to check his pulse. It was present.
“Just an old friend,” he replied.
Gilbert opened his eyes. A familiar, white ceiling was above him, and someone was to his left - Arthur. He closed his eyes. He could hear the rain, pattering lightly against the window, which had been cracked open ever so slightly. The voices of two pedestrians drifted into the rain - complaining about taxis, or something.
Arthur was tucked into his left side. He was awake, but probably dosing. Centuries of sharing a space told them that as they slept, they drifted away from one another, with Gilbert sleeping still on his back, and Arthur sleeping basically everywhere else. But as their subconscious drifted awake, so they drifted closer to each other.
There was a slight chill from the weather outside, but Arthur was warm, and breathing steadily. This is nice, Gilbert thought. Ordinarily, he would be out of bed right away to begin his morning routine, but at this moment, he did not want to move. Gilbert shifted slightly and secured an arm around him, hardly moving anything else.
He felt like saying something, but it felt wrong to do so, like it would ruin the moment.
“Love you,” he finally whispered, hardly audible.
Arthur did not respond, continuing his sleepy ruse. But, with Arthur’s cheek against his chest, he felt the man smile.
HISTORICAL DATES 1760 - set during the first Anglo-Prussian Alliance 18 June 1815 - The Battle of Waterloo; an allied British & Prussian army defeated Napoleon’s Army. 13 March 1879 - the Marriage of Princess Louise Margaret of Prussia & Prince Arthur, Duke of Connaught and Strathearn, the third of Queen Victoria’s children to marry into Prussian nobility.
Queen Victoria and family at Coburg on 21 April 1894, assembled for the wedding of Princess Victoria Melita of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1876-1936) and Ernest Louis, Grand Duke of Hesse (1868-1937), both grandchildren of Queen Victoria. The wedding took place on 19 April 1894.
Two standing rows at back: Prince Louis of Battenberg; Grand Duke Paul of Russia; Prince Henry of Battenberg; Prince Philip of Saxe-Coburg Kohary; Count Mensdorff; Grand Duke Serge of Russia; Crown Princess Marie of Romania (Queen Marie); Crown Prince Ferdinand of Romania (King Ferdinand I); Grand Duchess Serge of Russia (Elizabeth Feodorovna); Grand Duke Vladimir of Russia; Prince Arthur, Duke of Connaught; Prince Alfred, Duke of Edinburgh
Second standing row: The Prince of Wales (King Edward VII); Princess Beatrice of the United Kingdom; Princess Philip of Saxe-Coburg Kohary; Charlotte, Hereditary Princess of Saxe-Meiningen; Princess Marie Louise of Schleswig-Holstein; Princess Louise, Duchess of Connaught.
First standing row L-R: Prince Alfred of Edinburgh; Tsarevitch Nicholas of Russia (Tsar Nicholas II); Princess Alix of Hesse (Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna); Princess Louis of Battenberg; Princess Henry of Prussia; Grand Duchess Vladimir of Russia (Maria Pavlovna); Grand Duchess Marie, Duchess of Edinburgh.
Seated L-R: Kaiser Wilhelm II; Queen Victoria; Empress Frederick of Germany; with Princess Beatrice of Edinburgh and Princess Feodora of Saxe-Meiningen in front.