Louise was eighteen when she left London to marry a man she had never met. At her first wedding, her brother would stand in his place. The bride had to make the journey; the bridegroom could send his authority on paper.
She was twenty-two when she married a duke from a small German court. A British prince had once been proposed for her, and a candidate for the Swedish throne. Neither of them was waiting at the altar.
She was five years old when the Swedish parliament decided who she would marry. The boy chosen for her was five as well. Both families objected. Decades later, someone shot the boy at a masquerade ball.