The Book of Fritz

6 - King Charming

Margaret was sitting across Frederick's lap, laying her head against his shoulder as his hands were wrapped around her waist. The beach was their favorite place to be at the moment, away from their mothers and just alone with each other. "I love this place so much."

"The beach is perfect... especially when I can relax just here with you." He smiled and looked at her. She took his chin softly and pressed her lips to his, smiling at him afterward. The little break in his English skills was so imperfectly perfect to her.

"I love it when you speak to me like this. Especially with that German accent of yours." Margaret giggled and kissed him once more.

"I know you do." He nuzzled his nose against hers, taking in her scent of vanilla. "You smell really good." The Prussian King giggled, and she blushed with a parallel giggle. "Really, really good."

"So you like vanilla? Noted." The Princess nodded and looked out into the distance, the sun beginning to set beautifully. The serenity of their love combined with the loudly soft sounds of the waves crashing upon the sand made the scene seem so surreal. "I wish I could spend every day like this."

"Me too. In Prussia, there aren't many beaches like this. So I'd love to visit here often." Fritz smiled at her with a sweet kiss upon her cheek. Just as she was about to return the favor, her twin brother cleared his throat.

"And who invited you to kiss my sister away from everyone else?" Affie pursed his lips expectantly. Frederick cleared his throat and looked down, scratching the back of his head full of curls. But then he started laughing, and Margo rolled her eyes and slung some sand at him. "I'm just kidding, God I loved it when Bertie did the same thing to Louis."

"It's not funny, Alfred." Margo scoffed. Frederick kinda scratched his head again, not quite getting the joke very much. "Poor Fritz, now he's confused."

"Oh, I'm so sorry for confusing your boyfriend." Alfred rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Okay but really, you guys have been out here for 2 hours kissing and loving on each other, mama is scared you two will end up shagging."

"WHAT!?" Margaret blushed and covered her mouth.

"What means shagging?" Fritz asked, and Margaret sighed at his innocent brain. "Hmm?"

"Nothing, nothing..." The brunette giggled and looked up at Affie. "Now can you go tell mama that we'll be a bit more time? The sand is too comfortable." She curled her toes in the wet sand which broke into chunks from her touch. He rolled his eyes and walked from them, leaving them alone again. "I'm sorry about him, he can be a little prick."

"Uh... what means Prick?" Fritz giggled, and she chuckled. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Prick is just an insult, you won't use it very much though so don't worry about it." Margaret kissed his cheek like she was about to before the interruption. Her heart melted when he leaned his head against hers, his curly hair folding against her face. "I'm gonna miss you when you leave, darling. So, so much."

"I know, Margo. This week has been so relieving. So, so relieving." Fritz looked her in the eyes. "But I'll be back before a blink of the eye, meine süße."

"I know, meine Liebe." She smiled at him.

"Ah, so you have learned a little German, no?" Fritz chuckled and kissed her sweetly on the lips. That's when the thought hit him like a ton of bricks - she was the one. She was his Queen. He could tell from the look in her eyes, that despite the duty of becoming Queen of Prussia, that she would love nothing more than it. She adored him, and he adored her - she would be the perfect Queen for him. Of course, he'd wait to tell her, but she knew already. He had already begun plans to marry her without anyone else knowing.

"I might need it later on, who knows." She gracefully smiled at him. Every little freckle on her nose, every little eyelash on her eyes, every little speck in her universal eyes. He was in love with every single inch of her - he was certain that in any other universe, they'd still end up together. Somehow. "Fritz, you're zoning out again..." She chuckled and he stared at her with a smile.

"I got lost in your beauty, Schatz." He made her blush red hot once more. She loved it when he made her feel this way. "I know you don't believe me, but your eyes remind so much of the universe at the night."

"Really? Aww." She pursed her lips. "I could get lost in your eyes, darling. So easily."

"If you get lost I will find you every time, my love." Frederick declared with a cheerful tone, and she giggled with a kiss to his nose. "I'll be your Prince Charming."

"Prince? No. King Charming." She corrected him and ran her hand through his hair. "How are things in Prussia?"

"... they could be better. A lot better." He responded. Margaret wouldn't lie; she didn't like Bismarck at all. She hated the idea of the legislature being suppressed, because being that she was a favorite of her mother, she shared many ideas of hers. "The people love me but the politicians hate me."

"Maybe the people should be your only concern... you serve them. Not the politicians." She says encouragingly, but he sighs and shakes his head softly.

"I wish it was that simple..." He pursed his lips and leaned his head on her shoulder. Margaret caressed his head and kissed him comfortingly, ruffling his curly hair with a small smile. "It's okay, though. Maybe one day soon I will have a Queen to support me the rest of my life. It would make rulership so, so much easier."

"I hope she can live up to that hope. You deserve it." Margo sighed, knowing who he meant. And the woman he meant felt undeserving.

"I'm sure she will live up to it. She's beautiful, inside and out, and I wouldn't want anyone else to be my Queen." Frederick reassured her, making her smile and look out into the distance, where the waves crashed against the sand. And for the time being, their life seemed so peaceful. They wished they could live like this forever.