However, after Victoria ascended the throne, the threats from them melted away like winter snow. Here and now, Britain's spring had finally arrived, with Queen Victoria wearing the crown, radiant as ever, and she seemed destined to lead the nation toward a great and glorious era.
No matter what others said, whether radical or conservative, at least for now, the vast majority of Britons thought so.
Even a centrist representative like Sir Arthur Hastings thought the same, as his era of glory was about to arrive.
This man, who grew up in a Poorhouse, spent his childhood with Yorkshire Pigs, and endured the trials of the London University and the grimy streets during his youth as a British middle-class man, had never felt so proud his entire life.
Of course, Arthur was not without concerns.
His biggest worry was the overly close relationship between Prime Minister Viscount Melbourne and Victoria, which seemed almost inappropriate since her ascension.
