Chapter 53: Chapter 46

Peter

 

All servants were busy on Friday evening. Everywhere had been cleaned and in the kitchen, the staff conjured up a delicious meal. The queen smiled throughout the day and the king also looked pleased. The reason for the joy was the visit that awaited them. Fritz and his fiancée, who would stay until Sunday evening.

Julia was unfortunately not released for the weekend, as on Friday evening all students of the first year of the academy had their first riding lesson. Even a princess could not miss this. But for the ball to celebrate her new magic, she would be there. Without her, the ball could not take place, although Peter suspected that Julia would not mind. Her ball was supposed to take place on Saturday in two weeks.

He regretted that she was not at dinner. He had to face the exuberant joy of his mother alone, who had been talking all day about how she could not wait to meet the young witch she thought Fritz had chosen.

"She must be a wonderful young lady!" His mother smiled into her tea. "And they could be here anytime. I can't wait."

Peter rolled his eyes.

To make a good first impression, his mother had him and his father wear new suits to match her new dark blue evening dress. He felt sorry for the tailors who had to sew the clothes at the last minute. Peter and his father's suits looked identical, plain, and incredibly boring. Therefore, Peter had done his best to improve his suit. A large, sparkling brooch now adorned his suit jacket, and he wore colorful socks and slippers that his mother had not yet noticed.

They sat together in the fireplace room and waited there for the arrival of Fritz and his mysterious witch. Servants had lit the fireplace, and on a serving trolley stood small tarts, and biscuits.

Then, finally, a servant announced the arrival of Fritz and Paula, Paula Schmal.

The queen almost jumped for joy in the armchair in which she was sitting, when the servant announced that the longed-for guests were there. Peter had to smile. His mother bouncing in an armchair? Like on a trampoline? That was a funny thought. The servant held the door open for the guests. Together with Fritz came a pretty, young woman with dark skin and short, frizzy hair. She smiled shyly and made an awkward curtsy.

"Mother? Father? Peter? This is Paula", Fritz introduced her.

"I'm glad to meet you." Paula looked shyly at the queen and the king. "Fritz told me a lot about you."

"Did he?" The queen nodded. "Come. Sit with us." She pointed to a small sofa opposite the one where Peter and his father were sitting.  "Did you both have a pleasant ride? You are certainly exhausted. Fritz said you met in a hospital?", continued the queen when the two had sat down.

Paula nodded. "The ride was very long, yes. I work at the reception in the hospital in Blautal." She looked restlessly at her teacup, into which Fritz poured her tea.

"The hospital in Blautal is one of our new hospitals." Fritz smiled contentedly. "I instructed the new hospital management there for several months and helped with the choice of staff. That's when we met for the first time."

The queen nodded. "At the reception? Then you're not a healer, Paula?"

For Peter, the conversation seemed like a job interview and not like an informal meeting.

"Oh. No. I have no magic." Now Paula seemed worried.

"A mortal, then." The queen looked at Fritz. "She must be special if you chose her? Your father was also mortal... We only had a few years together."

Peter watched as the queen's gaze darkened. But her smile remained unchanged. A mortal was clearly not what she wanted for her son. Had she become so arrogant? After all, she had once married a mortal. She made a fool of herself, but Peter chose to keep quiet about it.

"Oh yes. She is!", confirmed Fritz. "We want to get married in the spring. After Peter."

Peter grimaced. His father gave him a warning look. "In spring?", he turned to Fritz. "This is a good choice. Not too close to Peter's celebration, but not too far away either. Do you already have a date?"

The conversation continued to revolve around weddings for quite a while. Peter didn't listen. Instead, he went to the trolley and picked out a handful of tarts, which he then tried to stack on top of each other into a tower. When his tartlet tower was finished,  wobbly but finished, he formed a trench of cream and some tea, which he poured onto his plate. Finally, he used biscuits to build a bridge over the ditch. He named his creation 'Cake Fortress' and then conquered it with his fork. The tarts tasted wonderful.

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His family ignored him at first, only Paule watched the conquest of the cake fortress in disbelief. At some point, the queen decided that he did enough and gave him a sinister look. "Peter, please stop messing around with your food!", she hissed.

"I don't mess with my food. I conquer a fortress! The walls have already fallen!" Peter poked around a little more with his fork in his tarts. Paula giggled.

"And? Has the enemy already been defeated?", Fritz wanted to know. "Or do you have to eat everything first?"

 

Julia

 

Peter had written a letter.

She sat on the sofa in the living room and leaned against Leopold, who had fallen asleep. It was late. Just before midnight. Julia read the letter with a furrowed brow. Peter told her of a new half-brother that showed up. Obviously, her father had cheated on their mum. Her new half-brother was called Torsten and Peter didn't like him. He wrote that he regretted that Julia could not come to dinner with Fritz's fiancé. Her mother had told her about this dinner, but Julia was not released for it. For that she was grateful. She didn't feel like having a stiff dinner. Unfortunately, her mother also planned a big ball to celebrate Julia's new magic.

Julia would have liked to do without such an event.

She had already had to celebrate the magic she didn't want. Why did she have to do this a second time?

On the living room table lay her homework. She was too tired to finish them. Her first riding lesson, or rather riding lessons, had been exhausting. Of course, she had sat on a horse before. As a child. The horse's back was too high and too bumpy for her and she had cried until she no longer had to get on a horse. That was before she discovered her love for climbing trees. But trees did not move from the spot. Horses did.

Now she had terrible sore muscles and was more than just tired. They had to clean the stables and groomed the horses before the students practiced climbing on a horse one after the other. Only then was she allowed to climb onto the actual back of a horse. Some of the students had already been able to ride. They helped those who couldn't. Like Julia.

Her riding instructor was amazed when he learned that the princess could not ride and had made it his mission to help her a lot. And he did it loudly and boastfully...

At the end of the seemingly endless riding lesson, Julia declared riding one of her most hated activities. It was exhausting. It was shaky. And it was associated with many horse droppings. Pia even stepped into one and one of the boys in her class had slipped and fallen into the dung heap teeming with juicy horse poop. Also something Julia was happy to do without.

But she wouldn't have wanted to go to that dinner either. So maybe it was good that she had to take part in riding lessons. Unfortunately, she would also have riding lessons on Saturday and Sunday. Every morning. The riding block was a tradition. After that, they would receive riding lessons every Tuesday and Friday afternoon. In two groups. The beginners and the advanced. They would be divided into these groups on Sunday.

"Are you still awake?" Sophie came into the living room. "Oh! Leopold is already asleep. Marko and Finn are sleeping too. Go to bed princess. You have to get up early tomorrow."

"How about I'm sick at the weekend?" suggested Julia. " I don't have to get on a horse then and I could sleep in."

"Then you'd still have to get on a horse on Tuesdays and Fridays. It wouldn't help. Give the animals a chance. Maybe you'll enjoy riding in the end."

"And if I don’t?"

"Then at least you learned to ride?"

"That's not a very good consolation."

Sophie packed Julia's homework. "You can still do your homework tomorrow. Come on. Off to your bed. I wake Leopold up and send him to his bed."

Julia yawned. "All right. Good night, Sophie." Tired, she made her way to her room.

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