On a certain day - wearing that crown which made him monarch - prior to leaving Westminster Abbey was your worst fucking nightmare.
He briefly talking with leaders of other religions demonstrated what he’d said previously: that, even though he was head of the Protestant Church of England, he wanted to be the Defender of Faith. Two of those he met?
A senior Imam, and Chief Rabbi of Britain Ephraim Mirvis.
And there’s no reason for him to come to Hull, try and argue the toss with someone there and start another English Civil War when a previous Proper Charlie that thought had a Divine Right to tell others what to do ended up about a decade later being denied his Divine Right to a head. But you can try.
But it wouldn’t take nine years for you to be either executed on the spot not by an axe but via rounds fired from H&K MP7s or cuffed & stuffed then put away in a nut farm under Section 3 of the Mental Health Act before your feet could fucking touch: no court case, no pack drill, Shitz Buggered.
That’s the power which police wield outside of Windsor Castle, Balmoral etc: with the cypher ‘CIIIR’ on their headgear.