Woo Me

Chapter Two

Let's remember, none of this is historically accurate at all, especially with ties between countries, marriage rules, etc. And I'm not sure how to portray France, or Canada, soo...

The Bondeviks stood outside the main entrance to their castle. Lovise was stoic, and calm as she waited to greet their guest. The queen had a more relaxed façade, with a soft smile. It was obvious she enjoyed the king of France's presence. While Emil kept fidgeting with his coat, not enjoying how stuffy it made him feel. "Emil, quit fidgeting," Lovise whispered to him. Emil scowled but stopped fidgeting and crossed his arms. After a bit a carriage pulled up and stopped a few feet away. The coachman got up and opened the door. A charming man, with wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin stepped out, immediately walking to the queen with a smile. "Francis," she curtsied, her cheeks dusting a light pink as he took her hand. "Your highness," he pressed a lingering kiss to the back of her hand.

Lovise returned her attention to the second boy, stepping out of the carriage. His hair was more brown, and shorter, he also wore glasses; and had a slight tan. He had a soft smile as he helped a young girl out. The girl had thick curly, dark brown hair, pulled back with two red ribbons; her brown skin had a healthy glow. The two stood next to Francis, the boy bowing, and the child curtsied. "So, shall we get to catching up?" Francis asked, linking arms with the queen and leading her towards the door.

"Hello Matthieu, Samira," Lovise greeted, though Samira wasn't paying attention, too busy talking to Emil happily. "Lovise," Matthieu said politely, and the four made their way inside. Samira grabbed onto Emil's hand, running ahead of the other two; towards the library. Lovise gave them a small smile, before turning and leading Matthieu into the dining room.

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"So how's your brother?" Tuuli asked one of the guards, Gilbert, that she had been requested to serve drinks to. "Ludwig? He's been doing awesome! Picking up how to read so easy, it's as if he already knew!" He bragged about his little brother, taking the glass of water off Tuuli's tray. Gilbert, was of Prussian decent, had red eyes and whitish blonde hair, that scare most people.
"That's wonderful, he seems to be growing up so fast," She replied, serving the other two guards their water. Gilbert smirked, "Maybe I could bring you home sometime and you can meet him," he winked. Tuuli knew he was joking but she still blushed and shook her head, "Have a nice day Gilbert." She made her way downstairs to the second lowest floor, so she could help the other's with laundry.

As she carefully scrubbed the expensive fabrics, mostly consisting of dark blues and purples. Her mind couldn't stop drifting to the tall women she worked for. The small smiles Lovise would give her for just simple tasks Tuuli had done, or when she'd occasionally place a hand on her shoulder while working. Before Tuuli realized it she had stopped working completely and was just sitting there lost in thought.

Until she got a harsh jab in the side by someone's elbow to get her to work again. Only when Tuuli was almost finished did she realize how much she really adored the princess, causing her to become flustered maybe even a little jumpy. Tuuli went to help hang everything to dry, but was stopped by one of the kitchen staff, "Your Royal Highness wishes for you to work with the servers tonight."
"O-oh? Yes, I'm coming," Tuuli followed him up and into the kitchen. She washed her hands and silver trays were immediately handed to her.

The Finn made her way to the dining room, carrying the tea trays. Entering the dining room she saw Lovise calmly speaking with who she was pretty sure the prince of France. She didn't say a word, as she set the tray down and passed out the cups. Risking a glance, she noticed Lovise watching her with an unreadable expression and shocking her when she spoke, "Thank you Tuuli." Tuuli blushed and she nodded, "You're welcome milady..."

Lovise gave her a small smile and lightly touched her forearm, then looked to Matthieu, "Matthieu this is my personal, and favourite servant Tuuli. I would appreciate that if you need anything you will ask for her." She removed her hand as Tuuli did a small curtsey, "M'lord," she greeted. Matthieu smiled in response, "Pleased to meet you Tuuli." Tuuli nodded and tried to calm her pink face, her arm still feeling warm from where Lovise once had her hand. "You may be dismissed," Lovise said and Tuuli scurried off to the kitchen. She needed to control herself!

The rest of the kitchen staff looked at her confused, considering she was flushed and panting slightly. All she had to do was make it through the rest of her life not making a fool of herself like just now, and she'd be fine...