Blue Blooded - [Mick Schumacher]

Two

    Princess Lucia of Aosta sat back against the side of the wooden tub. Her arms were curled around her knees and she had pulled them up against her chest. Her mind couldn't wrap around the thought that she was going to marry the prince of Geneva and eventually become the queen. She couldn't understand why her father would give up their kingdom this easily, just to slide back into a lower function, a simple duke of Aosta instead of the king. Lucia was sure, she's too young. She had never seen the prince of Geneva before. Lucia had been prepared for the fact that she would eventually have to marry an unknown prince, she never had a say in who she wanted to marry. Her mother was over the moon with the upcoming wedding and it was possibly sooner than expected. Lucia knew about the current situation of the King of Geneva, that he had fallen ill and he could not continue his Kingship this way. Wasn't there another princess? Couldn't Geneva fuse with another kingdom?

Lucia shivered slightly, the evening air was cold and after the information about her marriage with the prince of Geneva was dropped on her plate like a dead bird, she had lost her appetite and remained at the dinner table without pricking her fork into the food. Her father was celebrating, it was clear in the way he let his goblet fill with wine over and over again. Lucia felt hurt that they only seemed to care about the fusion of the kingdoms, about their own status. A lot of weight was lifted onto her shoulders, even more than before. Her sister tugging on her hair as she detangled her long, midnight strands with her slender fingers, woke Lucia from her deep thoughts. "I have heard that the Prince of Geneva is very charming". Ludovica spoke. Ludovica was two years younger than Lucia and they were the complete opposites. Ludovica embraced being a princess and she couldn't wait till she could marry a prince, a duke or actually any kind of guy. The scenarios Ludovica created in her head were surely based on folklore and fairytales.

Lucia shrugged, she didn't reply anything. Because she didn't care. She didn't care if he was charming or not, if he was ugly or handsome. She didn't want any of this. "I'm sure he is really nice". Ludovica continued. "And that you will have the wedding of your dreams". She added. Lucia turned her head to her sister, causing her hair to fall out of Ludovica's hands. "Please leave". She asked softly. "Lucia...". Ludovica spoke while she stood up. "I know you don't want this. And we're a world apart in these terms, but you can't walk away from it. I'm just trying to comfort you". The younger princess said and she stood up. "I'm jealous, Lucia". She honestly spoke. "You will be in the hands of a wealthy prince and have two kingdoms at your feet. Something many princesses or any other girl would want and you're not trying to embrace it any way. Do you know how disrespectful and ungrateful that comes across?". Lucia got up from the bathtub filled with water and she reached for her robe, pulling it around her.

Her eyes shot over to the maid, who hurried out of the bathing room and closed the door behind her. "I already accepted the fact that I am supposed to marry a known or unknown prince. I did not sign up to become the queen of a large kingdom at my age and to lay such a burden in my hands is disgraceful. This is nothing like a fairytale, Ludovica. This is a forced marriage with a man I don't know, I can't love. And I'm expected to accept him, to do as he says and sleep in the same bed with him, bare his children as soon as I'm wearing the crown. This is nothing like the way you think it is and it's stupid to force your dream alike ideas on me. Now get out". Lucia breezed, her nostrils nearly flaring. Her sister swallowed hard as she stared up at her older sister. Ludovica nodded slowly. "Sorry". She whispered and turned around to leave the bathroom. Lucia let out the breath she had been holding, feeling relieved after getting those words off her chest, but at the same time she felt horrible for snarling at her sister like that.

Ludovica had been sweet to cheer her up, but Lucia could never think about it the way she did. For her, it was no prince charming on the white horse. She had never seen the prince before and she hoped he was atleast nice, not cocky or arrogant. Lucia dried her skin with the robe, sitting down on the stool. "Martha?". She called the maid back in, who was quick to come into the room again. "Your hair, I assume, princess?". Martha asked and Lucia nodded, pushing the wet strands over her shoulder while Martha started to comb through it and sectioned her long hair before she started to braid it. It was quiet between them meanwhile and it left Lucia alone with her thoughs again.