There is something about the heavens. In this world we live in, where I’m given so much power and attention, it is good to remember I’m a bit of dust. I’m a small dot in the universe. It keeps one humble. Being king is a hazard.
Is that all a king is? A royal stud-horse trotted out for the chosen mare? Or can a king rule in his own way through practical scientific study? Agricultural improvement? Tell me, what would the people prefer? A royal baby or cheap bread?
I have met a woman who is never terrified. Who does as she pleases. Breaks rules, courts scandal. Commits unthinkable impertinences. And she is the most royal person I have ever known.
Her perfection is matched only by my deformity. She belongs as far from me as she can get.[about Charlotte]
