General Fever
To see the famed OZ General ill and shivery in his bed, no matter how imposing the bed was, brought some sympathy to Relena's heart. The General smiled at her, and she wondered why he had summoned her here.
"Queen Relena..." He murmurs, eyes intent on the former Sanq princess. "You risen far. I feel that I had no small part in you ascent to that position."
Approaching the bed warily, ever cautious of the man, Relena nods, not wanting to break the silence. It's brittle, and she can hear the drag of her skirts against the plush rugs. The crinkle of the satin, with her slow stride. The pull of the dratted stays, as she keeps her back straight.
A chair has been pulled up, so she sits next to the bed, head down as she settles her skirts. One of her fondest material wishes is to burn this gown. The whole wardrobe even. Romefeller had much to pay for. She does not say much, for such a trivial thing, as she fear that someone would exploit any weakness of hers.
"You're most likely surprised. I don't suppose, that they have told you that I am dying?" Treize murmurs, sounding so debonair that it's almost a crime that someone is his sickened condition should be able to sound so.
He's a charming, dangerous, mad man, Relena realises, and unconsciously edges away. Civil company he may be, and Relena doesn't fear for her own self, but what this man has done...
She hasn't been told, that's true. It was suddenly decided that Relena would be sent to the ailing General, and she had little say in the matter, not that had any real say in most things. Learning he was dying had not been that hard, her maids were gossips, on light matters, and the death of General Treize, was being treated some what flippantly by Romefeller.
"Yet," and he face pales, he appears to struggle for a moment before swallowing convulsively. "Yet," he repeats in a slightly weaker, softer tone, "Yet, you don't want to be here."
"I have no reasons to confess my liking of you, General Treize," Relena replies, her nose drawing up, as the words - warmonger, murderer, schemer, manipulater, father, death - go through her mind.
"And I you, Queen Relena," he says with some mocking. It's some surprise, as he's usually so politely deadly, but now, that all ambitions, all dreams are lost... he can let go.
Her eyes narrow and she shakes her head. It's his own folly that he's here, voices whisper in her head.
"Did you realise, that I requested that you be here, Relena?" Treize says, his voice noticably quieter, breaking some times as he tries to speak clearly.
"No... I didn't," Relena murmurs, viewing the General with some growing horror. He's going to die, she thinks, soon.
Time passes, and Relena can hear every second. Her own breaths are in contrast with the sickly General, and Relena knows that working in a hospital would be hell.
"There are worse ways to die..." Treize murmurs, and Relena notes that he sounds like he has experience. "A pretty girl by my bed side," he says amusedly, and Relena stiffens. "I've prepared something, in case this ever happened... I want you to know this." Treize smiles cryptically.
"What is it?" Relena asks, dispite herself.
"Something that will make Romefeller very displeased..." Treize chokes off a laugh. "My final goodbye to those old men."
Relena leans in. "Tell me," she whispers.
"Maybe peace will come about..." Treize murmurs, before telling Relena some very interesting secrets.