Grand Duke George Mikhailovich of Russia - Heir To His Mother

Heir To His Mother

On 21 April 1992, upon the death of his maternal grandfather Grand Duke Vladimir Cyrillovich, George's mother claimed to have succeeded as the sovereign and Curatrix of the Throne of Russia, making him, to supporters of his mother, heir-apparent and tsarevich. He visited Russia for the first time shortly thereafter to attend the funeral of his grandfather. His claim to the throne is contested, for reasons detailed in the article on the line of succession to the Russian throne.

In 1996, when he, his mother, and his grandmother Leonida returned to Russia after living in Madrid, one of President Boris Yeltsin's former bodyguards was assigned as tutor to the 15-year-old prince. He was also set to study at a Russian Naval college but these plans were dropped out of concern that he would be bullied.

When asked by reporters if he expected the monarchy in Russia to be restored some day, he replied, "I hope so." George is also distantly in the line of succession to the British throne through his mother's descent from The Prince Alfred, Duke of Edinburgh and Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, second son of Queen Victoria. George is also descended through his father from Empress Frederick, eldest daughter of Queen Victoria.

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