#marie sophie frederikke

[lavenderrosiefan]

Aikatsu: The Stars of Legend-Birthdays, gems, and ages

Author's Note: Season 1 takes place from August 2022-December 2023, while Season 2 takes place from January 2024-August 2024. Season 3 will take place from September 2024 onwards.

Season 1:

Raki-December 7, 2005 (Blue Chalcedony; S1: 16 years old; S2: 18 years old)

Wakaba-September 3, 2004 (Pink Sapphire; S1: 17 years old; S2: 19 years old)

Radiance-April 23, 2005 (Yellow Diamond; S1: 17 years old; S2: 18 years old)

Clara-March 18, 2005 (Morganite; S1: 17 years old; S2: 18 years old)

Susie Sokolova-January 23, 2006 (Rose Quartz; S1: 16 years old; S2: 17 years old)

Alexandra J.-March 18, 2006 (Morganite; S1: 16 years old; S2: 17 years old)

Noelle-December 25, 2004 (Topaz; S1: 17 years old; S2: 19 years old)

Yvoria-July 16, 2005 (Ruby; S1: 17 years old; S2: 18 years old)

Ruthie-May 3, 2005 (Chrysoprase; S1: 17 years old; S2: 18 years old)

Rachel-May 3, 2005 (Chrysoprase; S1: 17 years old; S2: 18 years old)

Season 2:

Queen Alexandra-December 1, 1844 (Tanzanite; 179 years old)

Empress Maria Feodorovna-November 26, 1847 (Citrine; 176 years old)

Crown Princess Thyra-September 29, 1853 (Blackstar Sapphire; 170 years old)

Queen Wilhelmina-August 31, 1880 (Gray Spinel; 143 years old)

King Charles XIII-October 7, 1748 (Rubellite; 275 years old)

King Charles XIV John-January 26, 1763 (Garnet; 260 years old)

King George IV-August 12, 1762 (Peridot; 261 years old)

Prince Edward-November 2, 1767 (Citrine; 256 years old)

Princess Victoria-August 17, 1786 (Gray Spinel; 237 years old)

Rosetta-March 27, 2007 (Morganite; 17 years old)

Theodora-September 18, 2005 (Iolite; 18 years old)

Season 3:

Marcella-February 19, 2005 (Amethyst; 19 years old)

Grand Duchess Charlotte-January 23, 1896 (Rose Quartz; 128 years old)

Grand Duchess Xenia-April 6, 1875 (Yellow Diamond; 149 years old)

Princess Alice-December 25, 1901 (Topaz; 123 years old)

Queen Desideria-November 8, 1777 (Gray Quartz; 247 years old)

[royalty-nobility]

Marie-Sophie-Frederikke Princess of Denmark and her Daughter Princess Caroline

Artist: Jens Juel  (Danish, 1745–1802) 

Genre: Portrait

Date: circa 1800

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Rosenborg Castle, Copenhagen, Denmark

Marie Sophie Frederikke

Marie Sophie Frederikke became Queen of Denmark in 1808. She was the daughter of Landgrave Carl of Hesse-Kassel and married Frederik (VI) in 1790.

The marriage between Marie and her cousin Crown Prince Frederik took place despite objections from the government and the advisors of the Royal House. The Queen led a quiet life; she had a weak constitution after giving birth eight times, although only two daughters survived. She was Regent in 1814-1815 while Frederik VI participated in the Congress of Vienna, where Europe’s new borders were decided after the Napoleonic Wars.

The Royal couple and the two Princesses Caroline and Vilhelmine could often be seen sailing on the canals in Frederiksberg Garden, which increased the already considerable popularity of the Royal family. In contrast to earlier Danish Royal couples, they became symbols of urban bourgois family life, even though it was well known that the King had a relationship with Frederikke Dannemand.

[hoppityhopster23]

On this Day: Vienna Congress Edition

October 28th, 1814

Political

N/A

Other

the birthday of Marie Sophie Frederikke, Queen of Denmark is celebrated by a diner

[widvile-blog]

Marie of Hesse-Kassel, Queen of Denmark (28 October 1767 - 22 March 1852)

[venicepearl]

Jens Juel - Marie Sophie Frederikke of Hesse-Kassel

[timmymyluv]

act one.

let others wage war; you, happy child, marry-

                                                                                 “When love is not madness, it is not love.” 

                                             Danish Proverb

                                ��                Summer 1858. 

You are barely fourteen the first time you meet him. Raggedy curls and unruly in your skirts as you're going through another growth spurt and already can't fit through your older sister's hand me downs. 

In a forest deep in eastern Germany, you roam around Rumpenheim Palace, chasing after your brothers and cousins like a wild animal set free from its cage. 

Your eldest sister Alix, newly sixteen, was the perfect princess and you knew you had no comparison to her. Not only was she more dazzlingly beautiful, more exquisitely stunning to your seeming plain features, she was a natural in the new royal circles you suddenly became a part of. 

Years ago, your father was a no-named, titled fourth son of a cadet branch prince with nothing but his military pension to his name. 

Now, he was elected as Crown Prince of Denmark after a succession crisis had left your king childless and having to revert his throne to a distant cousin. 

The new title and increased salary to your family had done nothing much to improve your livelihood. You still sewed your own clothing with your sisters, cooked whenever your few servants had their days off and cleaned the house yourselves in the humble Yellow Palace.

The improved circumstances allowed for your growing family of now six to travel more often and visit your other royal relatives. Now titled as a royal princess, you seemed to be treated with much more respect and attention nowadays compared to before. 

You barely paid attention to your maternal side of the family in Hesse-Kasel. You always were more familiar with your father's Danish relations anyway. 

     "Minnie, you're it!" Your rambunctious older brother Wilhelm, your senior by only a year, roughly taps your shoulder and blares his tongue at you mockingly before running off. 

Minnie, was the name you were called by your family. Penned by your father, after your birth name Marie Sophie Frederikke Dagmar. Glorious day or day’s glory was what your name meant in Old German and Scandinavian. 

You always felt at home being named Dagmar, but Minnie was how you were called by those dearest to you. Named after the famous medieval Danish queen, a Bohemian princess who had changed her name after marriage. Perhaps it was your fate as a princess, leaving everything behind for your husband.  

Grabbing the hems of your crinoline skirt, you chased him down and followed him closely as you made your way outside into the vast landscape of the well manicured gardens of the estate. 

Unbeknownst to you, you were too busy playing childlike games with your cousin's and brothers to notice the arrival of the most prestigious guests at the banquet. 

The newly anointed Tsesarevich Timothee Alexandrovich, son of the new Tsar Alexander Nikolaevich the Second, had arrived, alongside his mother and his younger siblings. 

He blended in well perfectly with his German relations, heavily favouring his mother in appearance. They had the same soulful, deep set emerald eyes, and same delicate yet slim and tall frame. 

Unlike his big boned, large framed younger brothers who were brawny and naturally muscular, he was lithe and naturally elegant and almost delicate looking, yet one could not mistake he was born for great things. 

Sixteen years of age, he was timid, shyly smiling in his lanky frame, finding his own footing in the world as the heir to the greatest multinational empire in the world. 

His wavy chestnut locks were well-kept, with wild strands of curls tucked behind his ears and growing just above his eyes. 

Timothee was greeted with enthusiasm by his relations, fawning over his elegant looks, the gargantuan fortune he is to inherit, or the otherworldly intellect his tutors praised him for. 

As you were busy getting grass stains on your brand new dress, he would always be searching around the room and peeking through the pinafore doors for a certain face. 

Just a year ago, he had received a set of carte de visites of your family upon the appointment of your father. 

Although he initially received an extra copy of the photographs under the premise of familiarizing himself with the new royal family, he could not help but be entranced by your demure, elegant beauty that was starting to blossom.

  He had grown fond of you before he'd even met you, bewitched by your eyes and your stunning beauty. He kept your photo hidden in his pocket with him always, taking it out and looking at it from time to time. 

     "Luncheon is ready!" The royal announcer proclaimed in a monotone voice, standing in his gold encrusted suit and pointedly looking towards the rowdy children that scattered outside. 

You paced back inside, out of breath from running around for hours on end. Your hair sticking to your forehead with sweat, and the scent of the pine trees clung to you. 

Crown Princess Louise, your domineering mother, was over six feet, tall, slim with her pale blonde hair and piercing, cerulean blue eyes. 

                         "Minnie, how many times do I have to tell you not to get rowdy with your cousins like that!? You are unbecoming of a lady." She scolded, brushing your locks away from your face and adjusting the bow clipped on the back of your head. 

Your eldest sister Alix and the sister you were closest to resembled her almost identically, except she was shorter and less curvaceous of a frame. 

Alix and you shared a dusty attic for a bedroom on the top of the seventeenth century Yellow Palace. You were a frequent recipient of the hand-me-downs she painstakingly mended and repaired with you in mind. 

Rumours were alive on the arrival of your family to the new marriage market. The frequently intertwined family trees of the royal ruling houses of Europe were relieved on the introduction of a brood of royal standing and appropriate ranking to their already intermarried relations. 

The Tsarina Maria Alexandrovna, born Princess Jessica of Hesse Darmstadt, frequently experienced bouts of pneumonia and poor rheumatic health, so her respite of visiting her Hessian relatives in her native Rumpenheim revived her weakened spirits. 

Hints of the Tsarina's copper locks were evident in her eldest son. Standing in his charcoal hued casual suit with a brown trench coat, he mingled with his uncles, princes, grand dukes and lesser kings and caught up with his cousins. 

Whispers from the court hinted that the Tsar Alexander II was looking into breaking tradition by finding a non-Germanic princess for the bride of his heir. The tides were turning in favour of Slavinism in the dynamic Imperial Russian Empire. 

You had barely acknowledged the existence of the Tsesarevich in the crowded room. You met his eye with a quick curtsey before you were included in a conversation with a group that included the Prince of Wales. 

Timothee never forgot that day, seeing the face behind the carte-de-visite finally in person, yet he never had the chance to meet you personally. Perhaps, it was not yet time. 

                                                            …

The rest of the weeks your family had stayed in Rumpenheim went by smoothly, enjoying the pleasant weather, strolling along the vast, luscious gardens and playing around with your cousins. 

You had not seen much of your sister Alix, as she was busy under the plans of your mother Louise conspiring and negotiating for a future husband for your sister. ‘Only the best for Alix’ she said. 

Your oldest brother Frederick, typically shy and introverted, confided to you behind a staircase that Tsar Alexander II had pushed for the Tsesarevich to propose to your sister. He had been in the room, unsuspected and silent, when senior Russian court officials were delegating diplomats on the possible outcome of the weekend. 

That evening, your sister Alix nonchalantly explained she had rejected the proposal from the future Tsar of Russia, and you scolded her for giving up a life-changing opportunity for that. 

That is, because she was already betrothed to the Prince of Wales. She was to be the future Queen of England. England was her destiny. 

                                      And Russia was yours. 

                                                       …

                                                  Spring 1860.

                                            “Why did you say no, Alix?” 

                                       “No, to who? The Tsesarevich?” 

                                                        “Yes.” 

It had been over two years since Rumpenheim. Your father was now King Christian IX of Denmark and your mother Queen Louise of Denmark. 

You were less awkward and gangly, growing into your looks and your beauty starting to blossom, in tune with the arrival of spring in Copenhagen. 

Alix’s engagement was extended another year to make room for the English court mourning the death of Prince Albert.

With your sister promised to the Prince of Wales, you were the most senior blue blooded eligible unmarried princess in the Danish royal house, and suddenly attention from other royal heirs to the throne was slowly coming your way. 

 “You never asked me this when it happened. Why do you only ask me now?” She raises a brow in suspicion as she turns towards you, a smile evident in her tone. 

You stammer, caught off guard. Grabbing your needle, you mindlessly continue your embroidery. 

                                 “Nothing, I was just curious.” 

“I refused because it was clear neither of us had any romantic inclinations. Besides, yes I did say I would not be a fit to the Russian court and could not speak Russian well, but it was clear he had eyes for another.” Alix says nonchalantly, packing another dress into her leather luggage. 

“You already know they’ll be speaking French at the Russian court and your French is much better than mine.” You retort. 

“Now, that is not true. Your French is vastly superior to mine. And he told me not to tell anyone, but all we talked about was you. He kept asking me about you when I mentioned your name.” 

You stared at her in disbelief. Ask about you? You had no idea why she had never mentioned such a thing, or why he would find interest in you of all people. 

“He asked me to promise not to tell you or anyone else, but I could not resist. You should have seen how lovestruck he was at the mere thought of you. I would not be surprised if he will be heading your way with a proposal soon, Minnie.” 

Alix continues her packing casually as if she had not just dropped the grand revelation that the richest, most prestigious heir to the grandest empire in the world did not want anyone else for a wife but you when he could have anyone. 

                                                                                                                    …

Truthfully, as a young girl, you were always scolded at and brought back down from the clouds of your imagination on your dreams of greatness and affluence. 

The shy Alexandra always felt embarrassed and outshone when you would pretend the handsewn thin scarf you made together was a fine cashmere shawl made for queens and empresses. 

You were teased when you would put your hair up like the older ladies in your early adolescence, envying the attention she had when Queen Victoria scooped her up for inspection and wanted her as her daughter-in-law. You flirted with the handsome, young guards around the palace, out of your hidden desire to be paid attention to, as the middle child. 

You wanted something for yourself, not having to always share and receive hand-me-downs of your siblings. Your father quietly pulled you over a few years ago, telling you that you had a certain spark of ambition in your eyes, out of all your siblings. The rebellious one, he joked. You were just like your mother, he said. You never truly understood what that meant. 

Head buried deep into your books, you read about the grand empires that spanned millions of miles, the territories they conquered and owned, and the luxurious palaces, ball gowns and tiaras the ruling families owned. Sometimes you would sneak into your brothers’ political textbooks when they were long asleep, guided only by your fading candlelight until you yawned and fell asleep on these hard bound books. 

Being the only one who actually enjoyed reading in the family, you would sneak in the most recent, hot off the press, romance novels of the day on knights and their maidens to be saved on a white horse. 

Now assuming the role as the eldest daughter in the family in Alix’s absence, you feel like you are starting to lose hope in that childhood dream of yours. As she was shipped off to Windsor Palace for careful inspection by Queen Victoria, it began to dawn to you how much you truly missed her. 

Maybe it was your siblings who were all meant to have the loot, and you were only meant to smile and watch them succeed while you were left behind, to rot in Denmark all alone. 

                                                              …

The palace’s mailman, Magnus Christiansen, politely knocks on the palace doors. You cautiously open it. 

“An urgent letter, Your Royal Highness, from the Empress Maria Alexandrovna of Imperial Russia. You must read it immediately.” 

It’s no secret among her family that her mother and the Tsarina have been in constant exchange of letters for the past several months. However, the contents of the letter remain top-secret. Until now. 

Dear Queen Louise of Denmark, 

      Your wisdom is extraordinary! Your daughterMinnie is growing increasingly beautiful by the day. I cannot wait to see her again when we visit Copenhagen in a few weeks. 

It is true that you describe her as clever and intelligent, as I have been impressed by her wit and charm just as when I had last seen her in Rumpenheim. Timothee is not any better.  

The retinue accompanying me include a few hundred cossacks and a dozen of Russian nobility who are eager to see beautiful Denmark. I cannot wait until I can see you again. I eagerly look forward to the days our families are joined in matrimony soon. 

Much gratitude, 

Maria Alexandrovna 

Maria Alexandrovna despised her, or so she thought. The last time she had seen the frail, cerulean eyed Empress in Rumpenheim Palace a few summers ago, she could visibly see how frozen and almost frightful she became of her, a mere child. It almost makes her laugh thinking what that must have looked like to observers. 

She was always stared at by Maria with an almost blank but analytical look, when she was a little girl mid waist level to her mother, clinging to Louise’s underskirts,  with bouncing curls before she raced one of her Hessian cousins outside in the freshly mowed garden. 

Tides change, and now she is the target of the Tsarina. She missed the timing of having Alix as her future daughter-in-law, and found that any daughter from the freshly cosmopolitan Danish Royal Family will suffice. Perhaps she is always meant to be the second choice, the left-over, the alternative when Alexandra is not available for the taking. If only you knew, you were the only choice. 

The photographs she was commissioned to pose for will forever haunt her memories. Previously a rare luxury, her mother insisted that Alix and eventually you have your photographs in court dress to send to possible suitors. 

As was the fashion of the day, she wore a pure white off-the-shoulder muslin gown, laced with pearls along her shoulders and displayed with a high neckline. 

The family lacked jewels, having chosen to invest in a better quality gown rather than dedicate it toward expensive diamonds and pearls they could not afford. The wide brimming crinoline made her waist look non-existent, underneath a corset and lace layered her short sleeves that complimented her dainty arms.

  Perhaps it is you growing into your  beauty that prompted Maria Alexandrovna to change her mind about you. Or your infamous intelligence and charm that one would need to survive the complex society that is the royal court of Imperial Russia. 

Despite many more eligible, wealthier and more prestigious German princesses and duchesses that scattered Europe, the Tsarina looked westward towards Denmark. The Tsesarevich was determined to win you over and have you as his wife. 

                                                                …

Not a lot of interaction/romance between our main leads in this, but mostly world building and establishing the world they’re in. Romance is coming up I swear, all about courtship, diplomacy and all that. It’s getting exciting - really looking forward to writing and sharing this. A passion project for sure! Please, please comment I love hearing back from you guys. It makes my day really. 

[alleyskywalker]

EMPRESS-CONSORTS OF RUSSIA

Ekaterina Alexeyevna (born  Marta Helena Skowrońska). Married Tsar Peter I on February 19, 1712. Became Empress(-Consort) when Peter I took on the title of Emperor in 1721. After her husband’s death on January 28, 1725, she became Empress-Regnant, known as Catherine I, until her death on May 6, 1727.

Ekaterina Alexeyevna (born  Sophie Friederike Auguste von Anhalt-Zerbst-Dornburg). Married Grand Duke Pyotr Fyodorovich on August 21, 1745. Empress-Consort to Peter III (January 5 1762 – July 9, 1762). After leading a coup d’etat that saw the abdication and assassination of her husband, she proclaimed herself Empress-Regnant and ruled as an autocrat for 34 years until her death.

Maria Fyodorovna (born Sophie Dorothea of Württemberg). Married Grand Duke Pavel Petrovich on September 26, 1776. (She was Paul’s second wife. His first wife, Natalia, had died in childbirth.) Empress-Consort to Paul I (November 17, 1796 – March 23, 1801). After Paul I’s assassination in a coup d’etat, Maria retained her status of the first lady of the empire, outranking the Empress-Consort Elizaveta Alexeyevna. She outlived not only her husband, but several of her children, including Emperor Alexander I and his wife, and died at age 69 in 1828.

Elizaveta Alexeyevana (born Louise Marie Auguste of Baden), Married Grand Duke Alexander Pavlovich on September 28, 1793. (They were both very young - 14 and 15 years old, respectively.) Empress-Consort to Alexander I  (March 24 1801 – December 1, 1825). She outlived her husband by 5 months.

Alexandra Fyodorovna (born Friederike Luise Charlotte Wilhelmine von Preußen). Married Grand Duke Nikolai Pavlovich on July 13, 1817 (incidentally her birthday.) Empress-Consort to Nikolai I (December 1, 1825 – March 2, 1855). She outlived her husband by 5 years.

Maria Alexandrovna (born Maximilianne Wilhelmine Auguste Sophie Marie von Hessen). Married Grand Duke Alexander Nikolaevich on April 28,  1841. Empress-Consort to Alexander II (March 2, 1855 – June 3, 1880).

Maria Fyodorovna (born Marie Sophie Frederikke Dagmar of Denmark). She was originally engaged to Tsesarevich Nikolai Alexandrovich, her future husband’s older brother, but Nikolai died of meningitis before their wedding.  Maria married Grand Duke Alexander Alexandrovich on November 9, 1866. Empress-Consort to Alexander III (March 13, 1881 – November 1, 1894). She outlived her husband by 34 years; she also survived the Russian Revolution and died in Denmark in 1928. 

Alexandra Fyodorovna (born Victoria Alix Helena Louise Beatrice von Hessen). Married Nikolai II on November 26, 1894 and was Empress-Consort from that day until March 15, 1917. She was assassinated with the rest of her family on July 17, 1918.

[malenkaya-glosoli]

Today is the 170th anniversary of the birth of Empress Maria Feodorovna of Russia, formerly Princess Marie Sophie Frederikke Dagmar of Denmark (1847-1928), a tragic but fascinating, beautiful lady who is so dear to my heart. May she have a happy birthday in Heaven!

Originally black and white photo colourised by me in Photoshop.

[mariannepeiper]

Porträt von Großfürstin Maria Fjodorowna von Rußland (1847-1928), geborene Prinzessin Marie Sophie Frederikke Dagmar von Dänemark und Tochter des dänischen Königs Christian IX. und dessen Gattin, Königin Louise. Von 1881 bis zum Tod ihres Gemahls, Kaiser Alexander III. Alexandrowitsch, im Jahr 1894 war sie Kaiserin von Rußland.

[lavenderrosiefan]

Royal historical figures that I'll include in my fanfic, Aikatsu: The Stars of Legend (they debut in Season 2)

Queen Alexandra of the United Kingdom (formerly known as Princess Alexandra of Denmark)

Empress Maria Feodorovna of Russia (formerly known as Princess Dagmar of Denmark)

Crown Princess Thyra of Hanover (formerly known as Princess Thyra of Denmark)

Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands

King Charles XIII/Karl XIII of Sweden and Norway (formerly known as Prince Charles, Duke of Södermanland)

King Charles XIV John/Karl XIV Johan of Sweden and Norway (formerly known as Jean-Baptiste Bernadotte)

King George IV of the United Kingdom

Prince Edward, Duke of Kent and Strathearn

Princess Victoria of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfeld

As for why they're there? You'll see...

[hoppityhopster23]

As today is Frederiks death day, here are some additions:

1. As far as I can tell (scouring two biographies) he remained faithful to Marie Sophie, his wife, until any chance of pregnancy became dangerous for her. Frederikke came into the picture around that time. The two still remained close despite that, and he only kept one mistress his whole life. (Okay, it was two, but it was only a very short stint.) It doesn’t make him getting a mistress inherently good, but it appears that he loved his wife, but did not want to become celibate. I’m not saying that what he had done was okay, just that it wasn’t the ‘ooooh pretty woman gotta fuck her’ kind of thing. He was not so… unfaithful as others were.

2. More evidence of a good dad is that he allowed his youngest daughter to divorce her first husband, despite it being the ideal match. I don’t know too much of the details outside of Fritz living a debauched lifestyle. One of my older biographies mentioned possible abuse, but I’m not sure of that accuracy of this claim, so take it with a grain of salt here. But the important bit here is that he put the wellbeing of his daughter above a perfect political match. I have a lot of respect for him in that aspect.

3. Come to find out, his broke the cycle of generation trauma (child abuse/neglect/poor education) in his family. This, I can say with certainty, went back two generations. Possibly three, depending on how one looks at his grandfathers upbringing.

Facts about Frederick VI that live rent free in my head (that I simply must share) ft. a super sleepy Hopster

One of my current interests is a Danish King by the name of Frederick VI. I'm currently really tired, but really wanting to post about him. so this wont be as organized as i normally do. i'll try to avoid making it a wall of words, but this is probably going to be a word vomit.

Family/Romantic Life

this guy was a pretty caring dad, and I love that for him. This man fathered. generally a great dad. dare I say the epitome of a good dad from the time. especially given his less-than-good start in life.

his romantic life was one hell of a ride. like- he had a long-time mistress (of like- 30 years) with whom he would have an affair. but, during the Congress of Vienna, he cheated on both his wife and his long-time mistress with another woman. his mistress, Rikke, then cheated on him. That led to ever more soap opera-like stuff happening.

Man not only had legitimate (2) and illegitimate (5?) kids but took on another nine kids. Well, some of them were adults at the time, but still. basically, when his brother-in-law (a duke) died, he and a friend of said duke became the legal guardians of said kiddos. and from the sounds of it, it wasn't just throwing money at them. he actually interacted with them to a certain extent.

to piggyback on no. 3, he had agreed with his sister-in-law that one of the boys, Christian, would go to Copenhagen and attend the land cadet academy. Christian would go to Copenhagen one year after the decision. he didn't live with the monarch but did spend a fair amount of time with them. it is said the king was fond of him. unbeknownst to all of them, Christian would turn out to be Christian IX, the father-in-law of Europe.

he was a parsimonious guy, at least when it came to himself. he would wear his clothing until they were worn out. only then did he get a new one? two of his desks, both his personal one and the one for his aide are simplistic, and so are his things in general. even his rolling chair- which is in Fredericksborg castle, is worn out looking. hell- what I'm pretty sure was his own bed was nothing but an Iron camp bed! granted, he only spent a few days a week in it, as he was staying with his mistress. or his wife.

regarding his mistresses, he took really good care of them. I'm only uncertain about one- which is the French one he had at some point, which did produce a daughter. For the other two, however, it's pretty clear. the one woman he met in Vienna, Caroline Seufert, was granted a large pension from him. his long-time mistress, Rikke Dannemand, was given an apartment near him, and enough money to live a bourgeoise life. That was a far cry from Rikke's former life in Nyboder. My only problem with this was the sheer age gap between them. with Rikke, there was a 22-year age gap. with Seufert, it was 29 years. both women were under twenty when all of this started.

Political

he tended to not threaten people's lives. there was a case where one of the members of the chancellery, Anders Sandø Ørsted, who was a prominent critic of Frederick, and would often write about such criticisms. instead of exiling, punishing, or hell- even executing the guy, he just gave him the choice of his job or his pen. Ørsted chose his job.

was a gruff man (likely due to his upbringing) but quite generous with his people. notably, some of the most realistic small gifts I've seen in assorted Danish museums were given by him. For example, there is a little golden snuff box sitting in the National Museum of Denmark that he had given to somebody as a reward. It is small, intricate, and made of gold. but most of all, it was usable.

His reaction to the July Revolution was good. the November after it, constitutions were made for Schleswig and the Kingdom of Denmark- but the absolute monarchy was still in place. on top of that, 4 Advisory assemblies were created. One for each major region of Denmark. this was a very primitive version of what was desired (and what would come not long after) as the king still appointed a number of the members, and only 3% of the population got the right to vote.

He tended to overwork himself. sometimes until he got sick (like during the Vienna congress). he died still working. he also had the belief that no matter was too small for the king. this meant that he stuck his nose into a lot of paperwork he didn't necessarily need to worry about. this tended to elongate the completion of paperwork, but it did make him more aware of what was going on in the country, so there was some benefit.

Other

he built one of the finest gardens I have ever strolled in in Copenhagen. If you are on any servers with me, there's a 99% chance you've seen the pictures.

It's obvious that his strongest gene was his hair. In every portrait I've seen of his children, they're blonde. like- super blonde.

The man was stubborn as hell, not wanting to change too much. this tended to rear its ugly head from time to time, but he wasn't too stubborn to not kind of acknowledge his mistakes.

that was a word vomit... I do apologize. but thats all my sleepy brain can think of. I'll likely have more when i wake up tomorrow. and if i actually find the time, I can go into more detail. I just need to check the copyrights on a few of the books i have.

[lavenderrosiefan]

Dagmar: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal!

George: Can a butterfly be nonbinary?

Dagmar: I mean, maybe? I don't judge.

Alexandra, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then-

Wilhelmina: Then it would be inconvenient as f**k. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back.

Charles John: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even if a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would… Yeah…

Thyra: sips coffee According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a-

Alexandra: No, nononono. You f**kers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the f**king privilege to make that reference.

George: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee… Why would you make that reference?

Dagmar: You clearly have not lived with her long enough.

[lavenderrosiefan]

Alexandra: How do you connect with a fictional character?

Charles John: What?

Edward: What?

George: What?

Dagmar: pulls up a 500 slide presentation I'm glad you asked.

[lavenderrosiefan]

Alexandra, walking into her house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Dagmar: Hey.

Thyra: Hi.

Charles John: Hello.

Wllhelmina: Hey!

Alexandra: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

George: We were out of Doritos.

[lavenderrosiefan]

Dagmar: You wanna grab a bite to eat?

Charles: Sure. Charles John too?

Dagmar: Haven't seen him in a while. I don't think he's awake right now.

Charles John, from atop the fridge: You'd be incorrect in that conjecture, Dagmar.

Dagmar: JESUS F***ING CHRIST-

[venicepearl]

Marie Sophie Frederikke of Hesse-Kassel (28 October 1767 – 21/22 March 1852) was queen consort of Denmark and Norway by marriage to Frederick VI. She served as regent of Denmark during the absence of her spouse in 1814–1815.