I was reading a book that Fritz assigned me when I heard my door open and Prince Frederick plopped on my bed, sighing in delight. I looked over at him, bookmarking and closing the book. "What happened?" I asked, knowing exactly what happened.
"I'm marrying Louise! My Dad is cool!"
"Of course he is, why do you think he's called Fritz the Great and The Awesome?"
"They don't call him that! Do they?"
"Of course they do."
"Louise! I can't believe it!"
"You're going to have to learn not to be a 'brute' you know?"
"I'm not going to change! She isn't either."
"That is what is called young love. Just wait until you become a King, and she a Queen. You'll be demanding things from her like an heir and she'll be complaining about the things you do. Why do you think I refuse a wife?"
"There's no possible way you could even get a wife. They wouldn't be able to keep up with you in those dresses they wear." I smirked.
"You'd be surprised at how fast they can run. You don't know what you can do until you have to."
"Stop trying to teach me, Gilbert. I'm becoming a man!"
"I've been a man." He groaned.
"Yet Father still treats you like a kid."
"Shut up." I glared at him, throwing the book at him. He chuckled, dodging. Then his face grew serious.
"So what happens now?"
"Fritz, Louis, Louise, and you will be in a meeting together, discussing the price and probably sign a contract. France and I will be there too. We are exchanging kids. But this means that France will be teaching me how to be 'proper' and about court life or something. Whatever he said he was going to do."
"I thought only Dad taught you."
"He teaches me the important stuff… not that I always listen." I mumbled the last part.
"Neither do I." George chimed in. "So when does this happen?"
"Probably next week or something."
"When do we get married?"
"In a year or two probably."
"That's so lame!"
"You two need to get acquainted or something. It depends on the decision of the kings."
"Well if I were King of Prussia, I'd make it possible to get married in at most a week."
"Well it's great you're not King of Prussia yet. You would have no clue what you were doing."
"Would too."
"Really? What would be your first decree?"
"Um… Father says it isn't necessary to always come up with a new decree."
"You can't always rely on Fritz, your people would call you weak or inexperienced king, which you would be."
"My first decree would be to remove the ban off coffee."
"Fritz hates coffee. A real man thrives on beer."
"I thought you said I can't rely on him."
"You can't, I can."
"That's not fair."
"I'm also expected to obey the King."
"Which you don't always do."
"I thought we were talking about Louise. How does she feel about this?"
"I don't know." I looked over when I saw the door open to see Abelard.
"His Majesty wishes to see the both of you." I stood up and George followed me out of the room, I went to Fritz office and sat down in one of the chairs, George sitting next to me.
"Hi Fritz." I said as he set his quill back in the ink well.
"Hi Dad." He looked up at us.
"I'm happy you came. I wanted to inform you two that we will be having a meeting with Louis XV and Princess Louise next week on Wednesday at noon."
"Will Voltaire be there?"
"No. Not this time. This has nothing to do with him."
"Good. Then I'll attend."
"You would attend either way."
"I'm happy to attend." George said.
"That is good to hear Frederick." Fritz said, his smile brightening. I grinned.