Victoria

Gloriana

Hallelujah

Gloriana

Hallelujah

Gloriana, hallelujah

Hallelujah!

My Victoria.

Majesty, I have a list for the dinner this...

Excuse me, Majesty. I thought you were alone.

Your Highness.

She can just... walk in?

Her bedroom is next door.

I like to have her near me, in case I need anything in the night.

But now you have me.

Not much of a honeymoon.

Two days at the Castle and parties every night.

I hope the Prince had time to do his duty.

The royal stallion needs time to cover his mare.

- Oh, poor soul. - What's the matter, Mrs Jenkins?

Mr Hedge, the whalebone man, says he can't leave his house

because they have the fever in Seven Dials.

I blame the foreigners.

One day this city is going to burst.

Must we have a state dinner tonight?

We've only just come back from our honeymoon.

I want to show that you have right of precedence over the rest of my family.

I mean, it's quite absurd

you should be forced to walk into dinner after my uncles.

- Your place is by my side. - I know.

But I do not know if your uncles would agree.

We must start as we mean to go on. Together.

What's that noise?

- That is the muffin man. - The muffin man?

The muffin man!

He carries them all on a tray balancing on his head.

Three for a penny.

You know, when the children come,

I think it would be nice to live far away from the city.

- What children? - Our children.

It would make me so happy to have a real family.

- Aren't you happy now, Albert? - Of course. But...

I so want to be a father.

And you'll make a wonderful mother. This... I know.

We will do better than our parents, I think.

Childbirth is a dangerous business.

Look what happened to Princess Charlotte.

Well, the Queen is back from her honeymoon.

Already?

I've been summoned to the Palace for dinner.

Funny, I...

I thought she blamed me over the business of the Prince's allowance.

The Queen blames the Tories for everything,

from ingrowing toenails to cholera.

But Melbourne can't govern the country from Brocket Hall for ever.

Her Majesty will have to get used to us.

- The boxes are here, Majesty. - I won't be long, my angel.

Perhaps I could be of some assistance?

Oh, you would be bored to tears. Wouldn't he, Lehzen?

Why don't you play something on the piano?

I can hear you from my desk.

- Morning, Your Royal Highness. - Anson.

Perhaps, sir, you would like to acknowledge some of the wedding presents.

I have a list.

An embossed silver tureen from the Lord Mayor of Ly-cester.

We usually say Leicester, sir.

Have you finished, sir?

If only my neck were really so swanlike.

But I think my drawing is quite lifelike. Don't you agree, Lord Alfred?

Mm.

I think, sir, you have drawn what you see.

Your Royal Highness, the Queen is asking for you, sir.

Thank you.

I was missing you so I wondered if you could help me.

I am at your service.

I have all these papers to sign.

Oh, no, you don't have to read them.

I've done that already.

Here.

It will be so much faster if I sign and you blot.

How delightful.

Allow me.

Remember, the plan tonight is that you will take me into dinner.

Let's hope so.

Her Majesty the Queen...

and His Royal Highness Prince Albert.

His Royal Highness the Duke of Sussex

and His Grace the Duke of Wellington.

Uncle Sussex.

Your honeymoon was not a long campaign, Ma'am.

Why, Duke,

I don't regard marriage as a battlefield.

Perhaps that comes later, Ma'am.

I don't know if you are aware, sir, but I believe

we are related on your side of the family,

- through your mother. - Indeed?

I don't know how you Germans keep track of all your principalities.

At least here we only have one royal family.

Dear Mr Bumps! How I have missed him, Lord Alfred.

Mr Bumps, please curtsey to your Queen.

- Oh, how adorable! - He's been practising all day.

The dog is wearing jewellery. Is this an English custom?

Mr Bumps was so jealous of my miniature of Her Majesty

that he wouldn't let me alone till I got him one too.

Ma'am.

The dogs wear jewellery, the pianos are out of tune

and all the people talk about is the weather.

Oh, well, I think there are some consolations.

Albert?

As the only prince of the blood present,

I believe it is my privilege to take you into dinner, Ma'am.

Albert is my husband

and should be by my side. It is time things were changed.

Before you came to the throne,

there were many people in this country who thought that a system

that allowed a young, inexperienced girl to take the throne

over a man like my brother Cumberland should be changed.

I was not among them, Ma'am.

But then I do not believe

that rules should be altered when they become inconvenient.

You've done your hair differently, Duchess.

It brings out the curve in your neck.

Don't worry, Albert.

They will not treat you like this when you have a son.

Then they will all respect you.

I won't give up. You belong at my side.

There is no place for me here...

...here among your curtseying dogs.

Yes!

Yes, there is.

This is your home, Albert.

I can do nothing right.

Nonsense. You have a happy marriage.

Who in our family can say that?

You have always been too sensitive.

Ignore them and concentrate on producing an heir.

Once you have done that...

- everything will be different. - That is what everyone says but...

...it's not as easy as it seems.

- I have to find a place for myself. - Ah!

Next to your wife when you go into dinner?

No.

A place I have earned.

I can't bear to see the Prince so humiliated.

I'm surprised Uncle Sussex does not see that.

The Duke of Sussex is most singular.

I have never seen him without the skull cap

and I believe he lives off ices and turtle soup.

I suppose he has a mistress, like all my other uncles.

Oh, no, Ma'am. No, he is happily married to Lady Cecilia Buggin.

But because she is not of royal blood, she is not recognised as his wife

under the Royal Marriages Act.

If only Lord M were here.

What would he do?

Poor Mr Hedge.

What kind of fever is it?

Indian cholera, most like.

Slums like Seven Dials,

you can't see it, but it's there, hanging in the air.

Don't worry, we're quite safe here.

Your Royal Highness,

the Queen has requested that you join her in the Throne Room

for an audience with Mr Allen and Mr Buxton

of the British And Foreign Anti-Slavery Society.

As you know, Your Majesty, the wicked practice of slavery

has been abolished throughout your dominions, yet it continues in other...

...less enlightened nations, most notably America.

We have organised a convention, Ma'am,

to include like-minded people from around the world

to protest against the continuation of this barbarity.

There will be a delegation of American abolitionists

that will include some Negro slaves that have escaped their bonds.

A worthy endeavour, gentlemen.

How can I assist you?

We wondered, Ma'am, whether you would open the proceedings.

To have your public support would be of inestimable value.

We have many distinguished supporters.

Sir Robert Peel has been tireless in his efforts,

but... there is no greater ally than yourself.

I find it shocking that this practice should continue across the Atlantic

in the country known as "the land of the free".

Indeed, sir.

I have been a supporter of your cause ever since I was a little girl...

and I shall certainly make a subscription.

However...

as your sovereign, I cannot open your meeting...

...however much I might want to.

You can't come down here, miss.

By order of the Parish Council, on account of the fever.

My cousin and her baby live down there. They need my help.

If I let you in, miss, I can't let you out.

So, you should decide how urgent your business is.

My angel.

Lehzen.

Yes, Majesty.

I need to ask you something.

Of course.

Now that I'm married there will be changes.

- Yes, Majesty. - But I don't want any changes just yet.

No, Majesty.

I was wondering...