The King of Britain at the time, George III, suffered from mental illness at this time and taken to Cheltenham Spa to recover. In his absence his son, George IV four Georges in a row, man acted as king and he wasn’t exactly known for being the brightest of the bunch.
Anthony found himself sitting at his desk once again, rubbing his temples. He groaned, putting both feet up onto the desk, his boots making a loud clack against the polished hardwood. Usually he was much more prone to respecting the old thing, but at this point he couldn’t care less what happened to it.
He had decided that since reinstating the monarchy they’d given him problems—No, he wouldn’t call them that, more. . . complications. Especially since the first one had pretty much refused to speak English and if Anthony had wanted to talk to him he’d either have to use a translator or learn German. Anthony had chosen to do the latter, after all, could you ever really trust someone when you didn’t know what they were saying? Not one bit. Although his German wasn’t the best and he had still had trouble understanding him half the time, at least he trusted Hannover enough to tell him what a word or two meant when he asked.
Though by this point he was pretty sure he must have been some kind of laughing stock.
His king had just been committed and sent to the other side of the country and his son had been put in place until he recovered. Anthony scowled, rubbing his temples again. He wouldn’t say that the Prince Regent was stupid, though he’d admit he had his moments but. . .
He really wasn’t cut out to be king. Anthony sighed, leaning back in his chair to stare out of the window. He hadn’t realised how sunny it was outside, then again it was summer so it was expected, he’d just been too busy with the paperwork and plans for invading France when they finally revolted (the last of which was currently under his foot on the desk).
It didn’t take him long to decide that what he needed right now was a brief walk. The fresh air should help to clear his head. He got up, giving his papers a quick neatening before stretching his back and heading out of the door onto the street outside.
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