Blue Blooded - [Mick Schumacher]

Three

    Prince Mick's heartbeat rose with each minute that passed and with each second that inched closer to him meeting his princess, his bride. He was nervous, he couldn't hide it either. The concern was written on his face in the way his eyebrows were furrowed together, in the way his lips were pressed to a thin line. Gina smoothed the material of his clothing, the cape of soft velvet that hung down from his shoulders, the pads on top of his arms widening his posture. A belt was tightened around his waist, golden decorations swirling over the long jacket. The trousers were tucked into his leather boots. The clothing he wore under the jacket was like a shirt, but it was open on the front of his chest, however it was closed off with sparkling decorations, the weapon of Geneva visible in the middle. "Princess Lucia and the royalty of Aosta already arrived, my prince". One of the maids bowed when she came in and folded her hands together in front of her.

Mick nodded slowly, sure the words would be stuck in his throat if he spoke up. After his conversation at the stables with Uwe about Princess Lucia, the two weeks to the marriage and to the fusion of Geneva and Aosta seemed to take only longer. Meanwhile Queen Corinna had let people come to the castle square, announcing that it was time to fuse and the people had the right to travel and find a life in a larger kingdom from the date on that Mick and Lucia would become the king and queen. The people were happy, partying every night. The pubs down town were full, the beer and wine production significantly higher. Mick assumed it was a good thing that the people were at least happy. "Mick...". Corinna stood in the doorway, making the maids walk out. Gina stood on the side and Mick turned around to look into his mother's eyes. The queen of Geneva looked beautiful and he could only wish for his princes to carry the same beauty and the same character.

"You look like a true king". Corinna told her son, approaching him and lifting her hand to caress his face. She had to reach up, proving how tall he was, rising over her and soon towering over the people of their kingdom. "Your father would be so proud of you". Her words were merely a whisper, but he heard them. Mick swallowed hard, his blonde eyebrows furrowing together while his eyes averted from his mother. He had wanted his father to be there, to see him take the crown, but he couldn't take that much impulses and it would leave him exhausted for days, while he was doing a little better everyday and they didn't want to break that progress. "Your princess is here and it's time to get downstairs and to the ballroom. The guests are waiting with great enthusiasm". The queen spoke. Mick lifted his head again. His sword was cleaned and sharpened and he insisted on carrying it with him, the handle branded with the weapon of Geneva and his excellence in sword fighting.

Mick and his mother walked down the steps that twirled through the tower, crossing the endless hallways of the castle. His cape floating softly in the breeze of his steps. The sounds of his boots hitting the floor echoed against the walls, but the cold sounds of the stone stopped when they reached the door of the ballroom. Guards nodded at them, bowing gently before the golden handels of the doors were grabbed and the two halves were opened simultaneously. People's faces lit up with great delight and he recognized other royal families who had traveled here to witness the fusion of Geneva and Aosta, to see the young prince and princess marry and bind themselves to each other. Dukes and duchesses from the regions, family friends, counts and countesses and so many people who were politically important and were excited to see the fusion of two powerful kingdoms. The sound of a trumpet playing the anthem of Geneva made all people go silent, their eyes directed to Mick.

He folded his hands together behind his back, listening to the song of his nation that was played by the violes, trumpets and cellos that were standing in the ballroom. Silence took over after the musicians stopped, but only for a moment. They started playing again, an anthem he didn't know, and made him look up. People of Aosta were passionate about their anthem, their singing audible and it caused a small smile to tug on his lips. The doors opening once more pulled his attention and a woman walked in, a veil covering her face. The red velvet of her dress looked rich on her skin. Another woman followed, the king and queen of Aosta next, but his eyes were drawn to the first woman, his princess. Mick watched her slowly stepping up the few steps and she stopped in front of him.