Sanguine Hearts ch 8
This has been a LONG time coming (a year, whoops). Anyone who still reads this, sorry. I’ve not been writing for a long time but I have stuff planned, so hopefully very, very soon I’ll have more fics to post.
“Well our loyal viewers, it’s coronation day and we at V! News will be following everything from the ceremony to the fashion. Our cameras are on the ground with the crowds at the many screens around Central Park and the others set up around the city, in Times Square and Battery Park and across the country everyone is celebrating this wonderful day. We’ll also be filming the ceremony as one of the only entertainment networks allowed into Anderson Towers and the Great Hall. We’ll be there every step of the way as High Princes Blaine and Kurt Anderson become Blood Princes. I know you’ll join us in congratulating them and enjoying this magnificent day.”
“How are you feeling?” Kurt’s eyes flicked to his father and held his gaze in the mirror for a moment then looked back down at his cape. “Overwhelmed and overheated.” Burt shrugged. “Fair enough,” He walked over and placed his hands on his son’s shoulders, making him look at him in the mirror again. “If your mother could see you…” He trailed off and they shared a small smile. “I was thinking about her earlier.” Kurt said, smoothing down the black wolf fur on the cape. It was the cape he’d be crowned in. Midnight blue cloth covered with tiny gemstones and black wolf fur. It was Nicolae’s. Magic was placed on everything he’d ever had to keep it as pristine as Vlad had kept his, and it was all slowly becoming Kurt’s. “Really?” His father asked. Kurt nodded. “I was watching Katarin with Emilia and Nicolae and started wondering about her, what kind of life we would have led if my Great Great Grandfather had been like Vlad and ruled by his side. What kind of Blood Princess she would have been if she’d lived. How she and Katarin would have gotten on, the kind of grandmother she’d have been. That kind of thing.” “Wow,” Burt breathes and Kurt meets his father’s eyes in the mirror again. “Well I know she would be proud.” “Oh I know.” Kurt shrugs and turns as Burt chuckles. “I guess you would, kid.” The door opens and Blaine sticks his head around the door. “Hey beautiful, Grandfather wants to run through a few things before the ceremony. Hi Burt.” Kurt steps around his dad to meet his husband’s lips and slips through the door. Behind Blaine is Emilia, her little hand running up and down her Dada’s cape and dressed in just her lace under-dress. He purses his lips and puts his hands on his hips, putting on his best ‘dad’ voice. “Emilia Katia Anderson. Why aren’t you dressed, young lady?” At one year old she – and her brother – have taken on the appearance of two year-olds as they’d been told and can talk the same as any toddler, maybe with a little more proficiency as their IQs are higher. Her golden and blue eyes look up at him then slide away as she casts around for an answer then she just looks up, her best puppy-dog eyes on display and reaches up for him. He shakes his head and she frowns, and then raises her chin in the way she’s learned from Blaine. “It’s heavy Daddy, why do I have to wear it?” She asks plaintively and he glances at Blaine who looks at him helplessly. He rolls his eyes and picks her up, resting her on his hip. “Because, my little princess, today’s a big day for Dada and I. Today we get crowned; can you remember what that means?” She nods proudly, clearing her voice to imitate her Grandfather Dmitri. “It means you and Dada are Kings.” “Yes babygirl and you know what Kings have to do?” “Rule?” She asks uncertainly, plainly not really knowing what it means. “That’s right and you know what their little princes and princesses have to do?” “Wear heavy stuff.” She grumbles and he smiles, sharing a sly look with Blaine. “Well done, princess, now off you go. Get ready.” He replies joyfully and puts her down. She stares up at him wide-eyed and splutters; completely outwitted then turns and runs straight into her aunt who’s holding her dress. She glares at all of them then accepts being tugged into the dress. It’s a light baby blue with silver accents to contrast with her eyes and has the Drăculești, Dănești and Basarab emblems stitched with tiny detail into the sash around her waist and at the cuffs.
Blaine’s uncles stood in a semi-circle around the two thrones with Vlad between them. “Sirs, I present to you here today, in this place. Blaine Diavolo Anderson and Kurt Dan Anderson, your undoubted Blood Princes. Do you recognise them, as rulers beside you, them whose power is equal to your own; you whose own children have and will yet take this standing. Will you see them as your Blood Princes?” “To them the power and our fealty. Long live the Blood Princes!” They boom in unison and fall to one knee, their heads bowed low. It’s a powerful image and Kurt finds it hard not to burst into tears or hysterical laughter. They stood, bowed once more and walked back to their seats, leaving Vlad stood in front of them. He quirked a quick smile at Kurt then focused on Blaine. “Do you, Blaine Diavolo Anderson, son of Dmitri Valerian Anderson, grandson of Valerian Vlad Tepes-Anderson, great grandson of Vlad Tepes, heir to the great clan Tepes, bloodline of the Drăculești; promise to rule justly and fairly, uphold the traditions and laws of our race, respect all under your rule, other races and govern with strength and honour?” “I promise.” Vlad smiled at him then spoke again. “For hundreds of years the name Tepes has struck awe and fear into the hearts of all being. Will you rule in these standards and keep true to the things that the name Tepes and Blood Prince stands for?” “I will.” “Blaine, do you understand the promises you have made today and understand that your rule and actions affects all?” “I do.” The Count nods and takes the sword and sceptre from the table. Blaine stands and Vlad stands in front of him. “Take up the sword, wielded on the day that our bloodline was forged. Into your hands I place the sceptre of truth, blessed with the blood of those that came before you,” He gives the sceptre to Blaine but not before slicing his palm with the sword and pressing it on the sceptre so that his blood joins the others in it. The last time they’d tried it Blaine’s palm had healed too quickly but it seems to understand the need today as Kurt watches it drip onto the gold. Vlad walks to the stand and lifts off the cloak, returning to Blaine again. “On your shoulders I place the cloak that weighed my shoulders as the weight of rule is passed to you. Onto your head I place your crown, as a show of your royalty, your strength and power. Many rule alone, some are lucky enough to have one by their side. Today your are joined by fate to complete a destiny started seven hundred years ago. Kurt, arise.” Kurt stands, takes the mace and sword that Nicolae wielded after he promises the same promises his mate has just done. He doesn’t wince when the Count cuts him but he sees little Emilia glaring at her great great grandfather out of the corner of his eye and nearly smiles. Vlad stands back and smiles at them both, and then raises his eyes to the congregation again. “To you, all witness I have given my blessing to these two men. Rule has passed to them. I present to you and all; Blood Prince Blaine Diavolo Anderson and Blood Prince Kurt Dan Anderson. Long may they reign!”
Kurt watches Nicolae wandering around, clearly looking for someone. Finally his son’s eyes lock on him and he rushes over, jumping into Kurt’s arms. “Hello there my little Prince, how are you doing?” He asks, brushing the dark curls from the boy’s eyes and holding him secure on his hip. “’M okay Daddy. Daddy, is Granpa stopping being King?” Kurt nods and replies. “Yes, he is. Your Grandpa has lived a very long time and he, and your Great Grandpa Vlad think that it’s time for your Dada and me to be King.” “Is Granpa going away?” Nicolae asks innocently and Kurt stares at him in shock. How could he think Dmitri would leave? Vlad spends more time with them than at his own manor outside of the city. Why would Dmitri be different? “No, baby boy. Grandpa’s going to be around like Great Grandpa Vlad is but Grandpa lives here with us. He’s going to help Dada and I be Kings.” Kurt tells him, watching Blaine swing Emilia around to her shrieks of joy. “Oh,” The toddler whispers and Kurt looks at him again until his gold and blue eyes look back at him. “Awesome.” He says after a second, smiling widely and Kurt laughs. “You spend too much time with your uncles.” He says and the boy giggles. They find Blaine and Emilia some time later, after being hugged or patted on the back by most of Blaine’s family and his own. His mate is standing by the window looking over the city, talking quietly to their daughter. Nicolae squirms in his arms and Kurt smiles at him, then at Blaine’s back. “Looking over your kingdom, my King?” He asks sweetly. Blaine jumps and turns around, smiling widely. “Our kingdom, my handsome King. I was just telling our little Princess here about a house in Ohio where I met the most handsome, amazing man who ever lived.” “I didn’t realise there were mirrors there.” Kurt quips back and Blaine grins at him. They let their children down and Blaine offers his hand to Kurt, so much like that night. “May I have this dance?” Blaine asks. “Yes, yes you may.” Kurt replies.
