When you say the word “Princess”, many adjectives come to mind: glamorous, spoilt, regal, elegant, accomplished, rich, beautiful. The reason I love Charlotte Augusta Matilda, or Royal, as she was better known, is she defies these conventions. The eldest daughter of George III was one who truly broke the Princess mould.

For me, it all began with Royal. I was reading Flora Fraser’s Princesses with an eye to writing a series of six books, one about each of George III’s daughters. The first who truly leapt out and inspired me was Royal. I knew, whatever I did, it would start with her. Why? Because she’s one of those characters I adore: the type of person no one else seems to like much. Although the eldest of the Princesses and granted the title “Princess Royal”, she was certainly not the favourite. She lived in constant fear of her mother’s disapproval and was a disappointment in many ways: she could not dance, she hated music, she had bad fashion sense and she was nowhere near as beautiful as her sisters. Her father was extremely fond of her, but in 1783 Amelia stole the place of most beloved daughter, leaving Royal as merely “the governess to her five sisters”.

It is impossible not to feel for the girl as you read accounts of the time, comparing her disparagingly with her sister Augusta, but perhaps it was this early neglect that forged Royal into the determined and passionate character she became.  She was adept, as her later life was to show, at managing people. She juggled caring for her depressive mother, deranged father and younger sisters while keeping in the good books of her brothers. She managed to go around with the full bearing of a Princess “looking every inch the daughter of a King,” even though she was hopelessly lacking in confidence and preferred liberal Whig politics. Her sisters, especially the young Sophia and Mary, saw her as an authoritative figure who told tales on them to the Queen. She was generally considered proud and priggish.

I can’t deny that Royal was very aware of her position as the eldest daughter of the King of England, but the quiet manner which most people took for pride was actually shyness. She had a fear of talking too much in case she betrayed the stammer that haunted her throughout life. She did not fit in with her family; there was no place for her. Princesses Augusta and Elizabeth were best friends, whilst the three younger sisters, so much Royal’s juniors, formed their only little clique. It is hardly surprising she became distant, concentrating on her great talent: drawing.

In the end it all got too much for poor Royal. She broke down to her brother, the Prince of Wales, begging him to find her a husband. She complained that the Queen favoured all her sisters above her and as for the King, when he was not mad, he was oblivious to the fact his daughter was ageing. He seemed in no hurry to establish the woman in her late twenties – young by our standards, but positively verging on an old maid at the time. The Prince of Wales tried his best to help, without much success. It is sad to consider that even this brother, who Royal clearly trusted and loved, saw fit to refer to her as a “bandy-legged bitch” in his youthful correspondence.

But Royal knew how to get what she wanted. In her younger years she had tortured a governess to the point of resignation with her bad behaviour, all so she could get the young Miss Hamilton, who she adored, into her position. When a proposal for her came up from Fritz of Württemberg, she did not rest until it was accepted. Although political pressure played a part in George III’s decision to allow the marriage, I cannot help thinking his eldest daughter exerted all the influence in her power. I can imagine she wheedled, pleaded, did whatever she needed to do to get him to say yes. So many other offers were rejected outright, and continued to be rejected after Royal was married. She was the only Princess, after all, to marry with the King’s consent.

Royal’s husband was as unlike a stereotypical Prince as she was a Princess. Fat and short-tempered, Fritz made an unlikely hero to rescue Royal from her tower. But although he dragged her into war and at one point, made her the enemy of England, she seems to have loved him. She was enchanted that he had a picture of her father sent across to her new rooms before she got there, so she would see a familiar face. He showed delicacy to her feelings when he prevented her seeing him injured after a riding accident and he gave her a ready made family: two sons and a daughter by a previous marriage.

This previous marriage was to Royal’s own cousin, Augusta of Brunswick. Rumour has it that he beat her, cheated on her with both men and women, and arranged for her to be killed in Russia. Contemporary sources also show many suspected Fritz of beating Royal too, but she always denied it. It is hard to tell the truth; Royal was too proud a woman to admit such a thing and besides, who did she have to confide in? Whatever really happened, she loved him to the end and beyond. After Fritz’s death, she kept up many of his customs and spent her life preserving his good name.

Royal never gave birth to the babies she so desired; she had one still born daughter and never fell pregnant again. Yet she made herself invaluable to the stepchildren she adopted, and in later years, their children. When she died, her two “granddaughters” refused to be moved from her corpse and clung around it affectionately. As for the people of Württemberg, they adored her too. She was famous for her charity and a well beloved consort. It is satisfying to reflect that, although she suffered much throughout her life, Royal’s stoic religion and dogged determination paid off in the end. By the time she passed from the world, she had found her place and established herself as a great Queen.

4 Comments on The Most Royal

  1. J. G. Burdette
    13/02/2012 at 4:38 pm (6 years ago)

    Strange you should mention this book. I came across it just the other day and had been debating on whether or not it was worth a read.

    • lauradpurcell
      14/02/2012 at 8:28 pm (6 years ago)

      It’s a wonderful read, you should go for it! I was hooked! :)

  2. A fan of history
    23/02/2013 at 8:11 pm (4 years ago)

    Do you intend to write a book for each of George III’s daughters? I think it would make interesting books as they had interesting lives and personalities. Anyway, I love your blog and I can’t wait until your next book comes out :D.

    • lauradpurcell
      23/02/2013 at 8:17 pm (4 years ago)

      Thank you, I’m so glad you like it. I was originally going to write a book for each daughter in age order until I realised so much of it would be the same. But I agree with you, they were all great characters and deserve to be remembered.