Princess Madeleine of Monaco and Charles Leclerc, the biggest rivals of all. The two have hated each other growing up. What's the worst could happen? oh wait.
An arranged marriage.
The royal family had made their appearance at the Monaco Grand Prix and were directed to the Ferrari garage where they were introduced to a few people.
Madeline's mother quickly pulled Madeline away into a separate room where Charles and her father were standing. "Mother! What the hell! I was talking to somebody!" Madeline says in a angry tone. "You'll get to talk to them again don't worry." Her father responded as Madeline soon realised what this conversation would be about. "Right you too are to hold hands occasionally and a few kisses not to often-" "kisses?" Madeline cut off her mother. "Yes Madeline. Let your mother speak." Her father responded in a harsh tone. "Since you two aren't married yet, make it seem as you've known each other for ages but your engagement party is next week." Her mother continued as she received eye rolls from Madeline. Charles nodded and understood. He wasn't going to disobey the royals, matter of fact the amount he was getting payed to do this would save his career.
"Off you go, both of you." Madeline's father said as the two monegasque enemies walked out. Charles grabbed her hand intertwining his finger with her. "What are you doing?" Madeline said looking confused. "Acting darling, you better start acting too." Charles responded as Madeline eye rolled once more before they walked out of the garage into the paddock.
A few celebrities wanted to talk to the 'couple' causing Madeline to get even more annoyed at the situation. The fact that her biggest enemies arm was wrapped around her made her want to be sick. But nevertheless she continued to smile as if what was going on was real, as if this whole relationship was real.
They were still surrounded by a few people who were watching and Charles turned to Madeline. "Darling you've got an eyelash on your face hold on." Charles said placing his thumb under the crease of her eye removing the eyelash which was bothering her. "All gone." He fake smiled to her. "Thank you." She replied smiling at him in the same way he did to her. "Your so kind." She continued before turning her head and rolling her eyes. Charles held her chin and turned her towards him. "Do not roll your eyes at me." Charles said staring into her eyes then lips before forcing himself to kiss her on the lips in front of everybody. Madeline have in, but only for a second before she faked smiled and held Charles's hand dragging him back to the Ferrari garage. "What the fuck was that." She said in an angry tone. "Just doing my job." He replied winking mischievously and walking away to his drivers room to get ready for the race.
The whole of the royal family of Monaco made their way to their seats in the paddock club and got themselves comfortable. Madeline was seated in between Briar and her father. "Oh darling I almost forgot you are to get changed towards the end of the race as your presenting the trophies with me on the podium" her father said smiling at his daughter while he looked back onto the cars in front of him.
Madeline sighed before hearing her sister snigger. "It's not funny Briar." Madeline said glaring at her sister. "I'm sorry I know you hate this but maybe it won't be that bad." Her sister responded smiling at Madeline. "Maybe I don't know Briar I just feel so controlled and always told what to do, why can't I just be my own person make my own choices?" Madeline responded to her sister. "I don't know Mads, I have no idea." Briar responded.
As the race was approaching the finish, Madeline's father commanded Madeline to go get changed into something more formal for the podium.
She went inside to see an outfit laid out for her. It was a silky black laced dress which she loved. Her mother finally picked out something more her style.
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She quickly put it on fixing her curls and touching up her making before putting her YSL heels on to make her just slightly taller.
She walked out to see the top drivers doing their interviews at the bottom of the podium so she quickly rushed upstairs to see her father waiting for her. "You look gorgeous honey." Her father said receiving a appreciated smile from his daughter. "So what do I do?" Madeline asked. "You hand out trophy to the 1st place driver only and then you are to stand with them all and take a picture is that okay?" Her father asked. "Yes not too bad." She responded before smiling and waiting to do what she'd been told.
Her father handed out the trophies to Carlos Sainz in third and Charles Leclerc in second. Madeline was pleased to see she wouldn't have to be handing in to Charles, at least one good thing for her.
Instead, Madeline was handing the trophy to Charles biggest racing rival, Max Verstappen. She walked onto the podium with the trophy in her hands handing it to Max and after placing a medal around his neck before shaking his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Madeline." Max said. "Pleasure to meet you too." Madeline responded before getting on the top step of the podium where herself, her father, max, Charles and Carlos all stood together for a photo.
Charles wasn't liking the view of Madeline with Max, for some reason it was making him angry, so he quickly stood next to her for the photo grabbing onto her waist and pulling her towards her.
"Stop flirting with him." He whispered in her ear before smiling for the photo.
