Victoria Kinoiki Kekaulike - Life

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She was born on May 12, 1843, the youngest daughter of her father High Chief Kūhiō Kalanianaʻole of Hilo, and her mother Princess Kinoiki Kekaulike from Kauaʻi island. From her father she was cousin of the Kamehameha Dynasty being in the line of Keawe and she was a cousin of Kalākaua through their common ancestor the High Chiefess ʻUlulani of Hilo. Her mother was the stepdaughter of the Queen Regent Kaʻahumanu and the daughter of Kaumualiʻi, the last king of Kauaʻi before he agreed to be a vassal to Kamehameha I in 1810. She was the youngest sister of Kapiʻolani (later Queen Consort of Kalākaua) and Princess Poʻomaikelani. She took the name Kekaulike from her mother and great-great grandfather, King Kekaulike of Maui.

On February 25, 1861 she married High Chief David Kahalepouli Piʻikoi of Kauaʻi and they had three sons. David Kahalepouli Kawānanakoa was born February 19, 1868; Edward Abnel Keliʻiahonui, born May 13, 1869; Jonah Kūhiō Kalanianaʻole, the youngest born on March 26, 1871. Her sons were adopted by her sisters Queen Kapiʻolani and Princess Poʻomaikelani after her death.Her sons were granted the title of Princes and style His Highness.

Her sister's husband became the king of Hawaii in 1874, so she was granted the title of Princess and style of Her Royal Highness, at 1883 at Kalākaua's coronation. In the coronation ceremony, she had the honor of carrying Kalākaua's royal feather cape, passed down from the days of Kamehameha I. She handed the royal mantle to Chief Justice Albert Francis Judd who placed it on the king's shoulders "as of the Ensign of Knowledge and Wisdom". She served from 1880 to 1884 as Governor of Hawaii Island, succeeding her sister's sister-in-law, the Princess Miriam Likelike.

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