Battle of the Heart

The Arival of the Lamb

   Mikkel, Lukas, and Emil, all stood in a row in front of the castle's main entrance. Their they awaited the carriage that held Berwald and Tino. The white carriage was halfway up the mountain side.

"Why do we have to wait for them, it's not like they don't know where the door is, it's kind of the biggest thing out here." Mikkel said in frustration.

"Be good." Lukas warned.

"Well what if I don't wanna be good." Mikkel snipped.

"If you don't behave Emil and I will abandon you with them." The Nordic threatened.

   Mikkel couldn't argue with that, he shut himself up and waited patiently for the eastern Scandinavians. The carriage climbed up to the top of the hill and stopped in front of the door. It was a large white carriage made for carrying cargo. One side of the door opened and a very tall blonde man stood out. He looked very serious and almost threatening. He turned around and helped out a smaller male. The prince was dressed in all white. His light blonde hair almost mixed in with the colourless get up, and his ivory skin definitely did. He looked cute and very innocent, almost like a child. It was hard to believe he and Lukas were around the same age.

"Tino!" A voice wailed behind them.

   The Finnish king dashed past the boys and ran up to his son.

"Are you alright? Did you get carriage sick? Let me see you. Did anything happen? Anything bad while I was gone?" The King fussed.

"I'm fine pa, I'm not sick and I'm okay." The Finnish prince whined.

"You sure, let's get you inside. Berwald, take Tino to his stay room please."

"I'm really okay, I wouldn't mind meeting everyone." He went on.

"You would?" The king said calming down. "Well I guess that would be appropriate."

   Tino sighed and smiled up at Berwald who just stared with his usual serious scariness. Berwald, Tino and the nervous king walked over to the three boys waiting by the large doorway. Mikkel watched as the small frail boy approached them, Tino held out his hand and shook with the Danish prince.

"Hello prince Mikkel, it is quite an honour to be here with you today." He smiled softly.

"I'm sure it is." Mikkel tried to smile.

   Tino moved onto Lukas and shook his hand as well.

"You must be Lukas, from Norway, Ber tells me you are one of the smartest nobles in all of Scandinavia!!" Tino said excitedly. "So this is Emil?" He said turning to the smaller boy. "He is very cute, he looks like a very good little brother."

   Emil rolled his eyes but the Finnish prince was so excited to meet the new people he didn't even notice. His father was soon at his side pushing him along.

"Well, come on son, let's get you inside."

   Mikkel sighed relaxing as the prince was rushed away. He began to follow but was stopped by the tall swede. He looked up at the towering mans unforgiving glare. Mikkel smirked as if trying to frustrate the other male. However Berwald only turned away to follow Tino inside.

"What's his deal?" Mikkel whispered to Lukas.

"Probably thinks you're a threat to his beloved prince." Lukas shrugged.

"I am not!" Mikkel fought.

"That's what you think." Emil butted in.

   Mikkel was still confused and baffled as he watched his friends retreat to the castle. He sighed giving in then followed watching the heavy wooden doors close behind them.

   Tino looked around fascinated at how different their castle was compared to his own. He had never seen such a masculine sight. The walls were all made of stones and logs. They were covered in long tattered taverns with family emblems, dragons, and gods dancing over the royally coloured sheets. He was so bewildered his wife violet eyes could not blink. Berwald watched with a tiny ghost like smile as the small boy looked around curiously.

   Mikkel laughed as he watched the younger male.

"I know our castle is awesome but you look as if you've never seen another but your own." He snickered.

"I haven't." Tino turned with a big smile.

   Mikkel looked shocked as the boy went back to scouting the entryway. The Finnish king rushed to his son's side.

"Now Tino, wouldn't you like to go see your room so you can rest." He asked.

"Of course." Tino smiled. "But I'd like to see the rest of the castle first." He finished off.

   The king looked a little upset and opened his mouth but Lukas stepped up.

"Your highness, I don't mean to intrude, but isn't your lovely queen waiting alone with our Danish royalty." He reminded.

   He stopped and looked down at the boy. "You're right." He looked back at Tino. "I have to go see to your mother, try not to push yourself at all."

   The king turned away and left the princes to each other.

"Well now that's over." Mikkel tried to escape.

   But Lukas had him by the cape before he could put his foot down. He choked and turned around at the forever unimpressed male.

"Prince Tino would like to see the castle prince Mikkel." He said sternly.

   The Danish prince sighed and looked at the smaller Excited prince.

"Alright, a quick toor." He sighed.