Great Lovers
Abelard and Heloise.
Victoria and Albert. Wait… am I the only one who heard that screeching brakes sound of a needle scratching on a record?
Whether historical or fictional, lists of the great lovers of our world don't include Queen
As may be glaringly obvious, I've just watched The Young Victoria, a movie about her life just prior to becoming queen and ending shortly after her marriage to Albert - a very good movie with wonderful costume and set design. Not only is it a story about the politics of the age, of the stumbles and missteps she made while trying to discover how to be Queen, it is also the story of two people meant to be together, not by Fate in a romantic sense, but by the machinations of family members who had a long-term plan to grasp more power by arranging a marriage between Albert and Victoria. And then, unexpectedly, the two fell in love. Mad, passionate, lasting love, finding the perfect partner in each other and together, escaping out from under those family members who tried to control them.
When we think of Queen
I've been reading some of her letters and discovered that at the time, when engaging in correspondence with the Queen, politicians (and the like) would refer to themselves in her in the third person, as would she. What would it do to a person to have to separate/elevate yourself to that extent and that thoroughly? She could use first person when writing for family, but there weren't very many with whom she could be herself in her immediate environment. Can you imagine the loneliness? And can you imagine the blessed relief of being with someone with whom you can be completely yourself, someone who will speak to you as an equal, someone who will look at you with love? Everyone around her wanted something, constantly positioning themselves in such a way that they could try to get what they wanted, but Albert just wanted to be with her.
And it was when I thought of it this way that I realized the depth of grief she must have felt after he died. Not only did she lose the love of her life, but she lost the one person with whom she would be herself. As she wrote in a letter to the King of the
" But oh! to be cut off in the prime of life—to see our pure, happy, quiet, domestic life, which alone enabled me to bear my much disliked position, cut off at forty-two—when I had hoped with such instinctive certainty that God never would part us, and would let us grow old together."
She grieved him for the next 40 years, laying out his clothes every night, wearing only black and naming untold buildings after him, as if it would somehow keep the connection between them alive. I cannot imagine what it must've been like to be her, for the next 40 years to never be less than Queen and - perhaps with the exception of the time she spent with John Brown - never again allowed to be just a woman.
So why are Victoria and Albert not on the lists of great lovers? Is it because our image of Queen
What do you think?
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