Having fired their previous one, Otto, the Greeks went king shopping and on this day in 1863 they hired 17 year-old Prince Vilhelm of Denmark to be their king.
This must just be one of those European royalty things that doesn't make sense to someone unless they read a lot more British tabloids than I do. I mean, here's Vilhelm, a younger brother of the crown prince anyway, minding his own business and trying to get his feet wet in the Danish Navy, no doubt worried about looking like a complete twink aboard the new-fangled steam frigates, when:
"Huh? I mean, 'Yes?'"
"How would you like to be king?"
"Uh, isn't that kind of treasonous? What with my dad and older brother still being alive and all?"
"Not of Denmark; King of Greece, sir. They sent the job offer only just this morning."
"Greece? But I've never been there. I don't even speak Greek!"
"I'll hunt up a dictionary while you see to your things, sir."