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Jude Lyon

Princess Victoria of Kent

Shropshire Posted on Tue, January 28, 2014 09:11:43

The Introduction to “The Curse of Lecia”



August 1832

I live my life in a cage. Not a cage that one can see or feel, but a cage nonetheless.

Just as real cages assure that their dwellers come to no harm, and halt escape to whatever dangers there may be, my unseen cage ensures that I encounter no harm.

It restrains my body and spirit, so that I will never quite know what dangers there truly are.

My cage is shaped and fashioned by rules.

My cage is arranged so that I should have no waking moment alone.

My cage is styled so that I shall not sleep, walk down a stair, read a book, speak to another or enjoy one second of solitary peace.

You must think that surely I have deserved my fate. You must think that I have done something loathsome or wicked. I can give you surety that I have not, and yet here live like a princess in a fairytale that has been cast with an evil spell.

There is no evil spell

There is no fairytale

Just a Princess.

Aboriginal art

Shropshire Posted on Wed, January 22, 2014 14:49:38

Today my daughter, Samantha’s website has gone live. You will find the link on the top tabs of my website Here
Samantha learned Aboriginal style art when she lived in Australia with us. Check out her website, her paintings have generated a lot of interest on Twitter.
Samantha also writes books for The History Press.

The Curse of Lecia

Shropshire Posted on Tue, January 14, 2014 15:36:17

In The Curse of Lecia Princess Victoria of Kent (later Queen Victoria) makes her first appearance. I was pleased to dicover that her father -Prince Edward, Duke of Kent and Strathearn- had an interest in Gypsies. This is where I made the discovery…
“The Duke was not without a vein of superstition—­over the prophecy of a gipsy at Gibraltar who told him that he was to have many losses and crosses, that he was to die in happiness, and that his only child was to be a great queen.
Before long it became clear that a child was to be expected: the Duke decided that it should be born in England. Funds were lacking for the journey, but his determination was not to be set aside. Come what might, he declared, his child must be English-born.
… Off they drove—­through Germany, through France: bad roads, cheap inns, were nothing to the rigorous Duke and the equable, abundant Duchess.
The Channel was crossed, London was reached in safety. The authorities provided a set of rooms in Kensington Palace; and there, on May 24, 1819, a female infant was born.
The child who, in these not very impressive circumstances, appeared in the world, received but scant attention. There was small reason to foresee her destiny. The Duchess of Clarence, two months before, had given birth to a daughter, this infant, indeed, had died almost immediately; but it seemed highly probable that the Duchess would again become a mother; and so it actually fell out. More than this, the Duchess of Kent was young, and the Duke was strong; there was every likelihood that before long a brother would follow, to snatch her faint chance of the succession from the little princess.”

Taken from”Book Rags”