The House of Hanover: the Rodney Dangerfields of royal dynasties.
But seriously, in my youth I was fairly obsessed with British history. It gradually dawned on me that English constitutional history was a really important and interesting part of this, and furthermore that constitutional development ran inversely with effective monarch. Those kings we love to read about, gloriously kicking some French ass? Yeah, those are fun reads. But the sniveling weaklings are where the real action lies, with Parliament moving into the power vacuum. In this light, the Hanovers were very very good for Britain. Though I understand the Scots’ point about Frederick’s younger brother.
I also have a soft spot for George II’s queen, Caroline of Ansbach. For reasons I have never figured out, his father let him choose his wife rather than playing the matrimonial leverage game. So young George set out on the 18th century version of internet dating, traveling incognito (which I don’t take to mean everyone didn’t know who he was, but merely that they eschewed the ceremonial niceties. In Caroline he found a keeper. Education of upper class women was a bit spotty in that era. They were expected to be literate, but beyond it depended on the girl. Caroline was one of those kids who you let loose in a library and she is off to the races. She also was physically attractive and had the courtly graces. In other words, a nerd girl who was also a hottie and had social skills: I’m in!
George and Caroline had a love match, which was rare among royalty. He was so devoted to her that on her deathbed he swore that he would never remarry, contenting himself instead with mere mistresses. Even more heart-warming, he had a special coffin made for her, with one side panel removable. He had a matching coffin made for himself, so that after he died their remains would intermingle. OK, that might be more creepy than heart-warming. But the mistress thing was sweet.
Here is Caroline, looking quite fetching: