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Clandestine
"Shh..." he sounded softly with a gloved finger over his lips. "It's our secret, now, Lady..."
"Yes..Mister Treize." She replied while he flashed a gentle smile.
"Another rose for you, just like the other times." His hand extended with the red blossom as he spoke. "Will you wear it?"
"Just like the other times, Mister Trieze. I always wear it."
And soon after the final battle, she were in peace, taking care of the daughter named Mariemaia, who belonged to her commanding officer, Trieze. He told his colonel once about the little girl, the one he regretted when he stared into Lady Une's brown eyes.Those eyes had tears with the found knowledge of a lover Trieze once had, such the sin of envy was nearly a disease. It would always haunt her, yet, she would do all she could for that man, be it he alive or dead. She simply had to be a care taker of this girl, she would fill the place of her extravagant father soon. At each time she looked into the eyes of the young girl, she saw the dead eyes of Trieze, those eyes reminding her, and forcing her to accept, that he had perished.
Lady Une had been taking care of herself these days as best as she may. Attending a therapist happened to be, perhaps, the best step she had taken foreword. She would not be able to cope with the death, and a life without Trieze on her own. Her seeming "split personalities" appeared to have almost..merged. Rumors circulated she had been diagnosed being Bi-Polar, as opposed to so insane as once thought. Never once had she concerned herself with mental well being until she found herself detesting life, and reoccurring panic attacks daily. A little bit of medication calmed her, she was often happy, at least serene.
Recently, however, she had fell ill. It had been plaguing her ever since he had died. She had assumed the death of Trieze caused such depression, she was physically ailed from her despair. There was no excuse for it now, nor was there an excuse for her slight gradual increase of weight. And a few weeks later, she began to realize where this weight was...what it was.
She sat in a deep arm chair, legs neatly crossed, her head bowing down, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders as she looked down at the hand resting on her stomach. Her hand pressed gingerly down on her changing body. The smallest smile passed over her lips while she looked down upon herself, knowing her new fate. Her head lifted, her eyes shifting toward the left, where a framed picture of Treize and his daughter sat on an end table. Her smile faded as she gazed.
"But, Mister Trieze...Now, how can it be our secret?"