Once would expect an intellectual, strong man like the Prince Albert to feel somewhat emasculated, or even frustrated at being married to the most powerful woman in Europe. But not Albert, no. There was no man in the world who was more proud of his wife more than Albert of Saxe-Coburg, his adoration of her knew no bounds.

Albert loved her loud but with the gentle and noble restraint of a man of his stature but leaving no confusion as to whether or not his Queen and his wife was the dearest thing to him. He would walk two paces behind his wife as society dictated but not with a strop of any kind of irritation, oh no. He would still manage to rest his hand on the small of her back, letting her have the limelight with a joy that came with only watching the one most darling to you shine.

Even behind closed doors, you were the most darling thing to your dear husband and many a morning was spent with your head upon his chest as he ran his long fingers gently through her soft hair and many an evening was spent in whispered sweet nothing and loving kisses to her forehead from his own lips.