Victoria in the Wings: (Georgian Series) by Jean Plaidy Read Free Book Online

wild,’ chided Louise. ‘If they decided you’d marry, you’d have to. But when I marry I shall invite you to stay with me and you must invite me to stay with you.’ ‘I don’t want to be a guest in your house, Louise. I want to belong.’
    And then came that night in Frankfurt through which they had passed on their way home with the Landgravine who had come to collect them from Hildburghausen; there was great excitement because the King of Prussia with his two sons was in the town and it would be unthinkable for two such highly-born ladies not to pay their respects to the monarch. Besides, with him were his two unmarried sons.
    The inevitable happened. Or had it been planned? The sons of the King of Prussia needed brides; and the Princesses of Mecklenburg-Strelitz needed husbands.
    After that first meeting, the King told the Landgravine that her granddaughters were as beautiful as angels, and that his sons had fallen in love with them at first sight.
    Although, thought Frederica ironically, it was not clear with whom the Crown Prince had fallen in love – herself or Louise. As for his brother Prince Louis, he was immersed in his own private love affair, and was unimpressed by either of the beautiful girls who were paraded for his approval.
    He had told her afterwards, when they were married, that he knew he had to take one of them and it hadn’t mattered to him ajot which, and the Crown Prince felt the same but as he had to make a choice he took Louise, who talked less and apart from the fact that her neck was too short which gave her a humped look, was quite beautiful.
    But then Louis had disliked her because she had been a necessity. But not more than she disliked him, of course. And if Louise’s neck was a little short it was her only imperfection and was easy to disguise by the lovely gauzy draperies she affected.
    But the sisters were ecstatically happy because if they married the brothers they would live at the same Court and their fears of separation were groundless. For the rest of their lives they would continue to say: ‘Louise and I think this.’ ‘Frederica and I do that.’
    Who cared for husbands? Louise did a little. But that was Louise, gentle, sentimental, and when she started bearing his children she felt a strong affection for the Crown Prince and he for her. Frederica was different. She was more proud, more eager to go her own way and not so docile as Louise. Louis had done his duty by marrying her; he had got her with child; his duty was completed until the time came to produce another child so he could return to his mistress.
    Let him. What did she care? She could dance, amuse herself, surround herself with admirers.
    I am, she thought, picking up a mirror from the table beside her bed, the kind of woman about whom there will always be scandal – even now.
    What had she cared? She had danced through the night, made assignations with men; lived wildly and feverishly, but the happiest times were when she was alone with Louise, while Louise was waiting for a child to be born; then they were at peace, listening to music or making it themselves, talking of the children, laughing over the old days.
    She had her beautiful baby, Frederick William Louis, and she loved him; but she had never been a domesticated woman. It might be different now, she believed. She was mature where she had been young, serious where she had been lighthearted; she loved one man, whereas in those butterfly days she had been humiliated by her husband’s indifference and perhaps determinedto prove that he was the only man who did not find her attractive.
    While awaiting the birth of her daughter, Frederica Wilhelmina Louise, she and Louise had lived their quiet completely satisfying life together; but the time came when she was rejoined by her husband, and soon after that he died. It was said to be a fever, but the whisperings had begun then. Everyone knew that she disliked him; they were unfaithful to each other; and he