Yep, the Middle East can be cold, people.
Looks like someone is regretting last season's rant about not nursing.
Why is she in a wheelchair? She gave birth; she didn't get hit by a carriage!
She could use a little "distress", Albert. And I agree with Duke of Wellington.
Yeah, women's liberation hasn't happened yet, honey. To these guys, you are a walking uterus.
Why did the PM let that little squint tell her what to do?
Ad her mother is still annoying.
Ha, love Victoria's saying that God had nothing to do with sex.
Well they do, Albert.
Hello, food poisoning.
Hate to break it to you, honey, but you will have eight more confinements.
It's always weird to come back from vacation, or maternity leave.
Ooh, 19th century intrigue.
Victoria is so good at the put-downs.
Listen to Albert.
Victoria. He's being a schmuck about not telling you important information, but on this, he has a point.
What's wrong with the duchess, Peel?
No duckie wallpaper for this baby.
It's Diana Rigg!
Poor girl. Curtsies can't be easy, with or without a corset.
Albert is every idiotic man in history right now.
Damn, Diana Rigg is a party pooper!
Ha. Careful what you wish for.
Hallo the in-laws!
Sorry your girlfriend left. Ernest.
Ew. Cock-a-leekie soup does not look like that.
The Victorian version of sleeping on the couch.
When Ernst becomes the voice of reason, things are bad.
It takes a strong man to openly do needlepoint.
Pretty cake.
Awkward christening.
Harriet's husband is a douche.
Damn. That is one lucky soldier. Poor guy.
Let's hope Parliament is quieter nowadays.
Have you walked around London lately, Victoria? Plumbing is kind of important.
Nice muff.
"Little Vickie" knows how to emote.
Swoon.
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