His princess, bound to him by the fusion of two kingdoms. Unknown, uncharted, unfamiliar such a love. Her eyes were the brightest sparks of light he had ever seen, her long hair waving like silk down her spine. Her fingers were fine, small, slender, yet they could squeeze his hands tightly, holding onto his for dear life as her fear was just as much alive as his. His princess, the look in her hues soft, kind and reflecting the most amaranthine soul he had ever met. He could not believe that his woman was bound to him till death did them part. Her petite frame fitting against his, her dress flowing around her figure and bathing her in eternal beauty that he had never seen before. Her smile delicate as the heavens, her moves ornated with elegancy. The white of her gown reflected how angelic she was and the prince was sure there were no words that would ever be worthy enough to describe her actual appearance. His princess was ineffable, the gaze in her orbs softer than the pink and purple aurora that lifted above the hills of the landscape each day.
Her prince, her knight in shining amor. The admiring hues directed at her, brighter than the moonlight on a cold, winter night, so luminiscent. His touch was warm, granting her a safe feeling. His caress so soft, so gentle, nearly elysian. His kiss ambrosial, his embrace strong, his scent musk and drawing her in each time, making her long for him. His smile caused the amorvelous feeling to let her heart palpitate faster, spreading the warmth through her veins. Her prince, noble and royal, blue blooded in every way possible. He was a dream, nearly unreal, and each time his lips brushed over hers, she felt electric and she was sure of it, that she was hallucinating sometimes. Privileged to marry him, she surely was. His heart made of gold, his love for her everlasting. No war would tear them apart, nobody could come between them.
His princess becomes his queen. Her prince becomes her king. Everlasting becomes evanescent. Turmoil becomes a war. He is feeding on the moonlight, the image of his princess in his mind, a million miles away and her heart has been calling him, hoping to ever return.
"I'm blue blooded when you say my name".
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Mick Schumacher as Prince Mick of Geneva 🇨🇭 🇩🇪
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Monica Alvarez as Princess Lucia of Aosta 🇮🇹
A/N: Welcome to a new AU story, this time with Mick! This story is a royal alternative universe story. The time of the story will be around the 17th century, in Switzerland. Nevertheless, be free to imagine whatever you want while reading. Because I got such positive feedback on the way I wrote the prologue for Mocha (Lando Norris), I decided to take on this prologue the same way to express Mick's heavenliness. As always, let me know what you think!
DISCLAIMER: The title is referring to the song: Blue Blooded - CONRAD. I don't own the song and the full rights go to the artist. Gifs & pictures aren't mine. Mick and his family (including his father) will be mentioned, but in a respectful way. I don't own these characters and in no way is written with disrespect in this story.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: What I do own is the plot of the story and the other characters made up by me. In no way I accept copying/using/writing pieces of my story without my consent/credit.
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