Relena breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned heavily on the wall of the frumpy food stall.Peering out from behind the corner, she saw her bodyguards searching frantically for her. Grinning, she turned and joined the massive crowd in the outdoor market.
The princess hated her bodyguards, for they restricted her movements among the people. She wanted to mingle and socialize with her subjects like she was one of them, or at least that's what she told herself. The real reason, she knew, is because she wanted to escape. The pressure and strain of being the savior of the entire human race could be quite stressful at times.
Approaching a fruit vendor, Relena turned to witness a scene before her. A young, grimy girl of about 16, was fleeing from the police. The girl was short and wispy, with straight black hair that fell past her shoulders. The youth was running so fast that she didn't see Relena until she ran into her. Both girls fell hard onto the ground. The ebony-haired kid scrambled to her feet in an attempt to escape, but Relena was quicker. She grabbed hold of the girl's thin arm and squeezed. The young woman gave the blonde a pleading look.
"Please, help me!" the child was about to burst into tears, her deep blue eyes filling with tears. Relena slowly got to her feet and wiped the dust of herself, all the while clutching the girl's arm.
"Please, you don't understand! I have to find Odin!" The girl gave a last despairing cry, then sank to her knees from obvious exhaustion.
The police quickly approached them, claiming that the girl was a thief. "She has stolen from that street vendor," one of the officers indicated by pointing. Being the kindhearted person that she is, Relena paid the vendor graciously, then took the girl to her awaiting limo.
Her bodyguards hovered look worried grandparents over her, and Relena sent them away. The girl, who had the sweat and grim of many days upon her face, laid on the seat opposite the princess, still passed out.
The blonde stared at the girl, fascinated. She resembled someone she knew, but couldn't put her finger on whom.
Relena's thoughts were broken as the limo came to a halt before the Peacecraft Mansion.
"Pagan," Relena instructed her driver, "Have this girl cleaned up and put in one of the guest rooms."
Her driver nodded, then Relena departed to take care of the business she had fled from in the first place-being 'Queen of the World.'