Okay People, I just wrote this one day because I was totally bored. I dont know if I should continue with it. If you people like it then review telling me so and asking for another chapter. But if you dont like it review telling me so, so I know not to waste my time with another chapter. ^^" Either way review! Heh, well, I am done babbleing about this. All I can tell you is that the pairing is going to be a shocker at the end! Well..thats if I get enough reviews to this..^_^" Hopefully I will! Well, I said enough, now on to the reading!
~Relena Peace
"Midieval Scanedel"
By: Relena Peace
Disclamer: I do not own Gundam Wing because if I did THEY WOULD BE BACK ON TOONAMI!! ^^" But I dont, so they aren't back on toonami *pout*
Pairings: Now, if I told you that it would ruin the whole thing! ^^" The pairing is a surpise!
Warnings: I can't think of any right now. I dont think there are any for this chapter at least, but there might be some for future chapters.
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Chapter One:
Sitting in front of her mirror Relena yawned as her personal maids brushed her blonde hair. She didn't know why her father had summoned her. It was only the eighth hour of the day, and she usually didn't get up until the ninth. She sat there groggily. What was so important that she had to get up at this hour of the day? But of course it didn't matter what she said or thought. She, just like a lowly peasant, had to comply with whatever King Peacecraft ordered.
Finishing with Princess Relena's hair, the maids stepped back and handed her her blue silk dress. Relena gazed at the dress. It was expensive, with lace surrounding it. The royal blue color looked stunning next to the pure white lace that flowed over it in a fashionable way.
Relena frowned, it must have cost a fotune. Just like all her clothes. "I do not with to wear this." She said. "I told you that I do not want any extravagant clothing and I meant it." Turning her nose up she piereced the maids with her eyes. "Do I not own something less flashy or costly?"
"No Miss," Said one of the maids, bowing her head slightly and stepping forward. "everything that you own is beautiful and expensive. The King ordered for you to wear nothing that doesn't cost a small fortune. He ordered that you wear only the finest and most expensive things." She bowed again before taking a step back.
Relena glared at the dress with disgust. She hated her father, just hated him with a passion that was undeniable. How could he, the King, live in luxury and finery while his kingdom is starving? Everyone but the high royalty and people of high importance were in poverty. Even then, some of the people of high importance lived in uncleaned accommodations, not worthy to live in at all.
"Fine," She said knowing that she had to wear something. "I'll wear it." Standing up she held her arms out to her sides. The maids quickly put the dress on her, tying the white and blue strings where they needed to be to make it look even more fashionable. After they were finished she turned and examined herself in the mirror. The dress, mixed with her light skin and long blond hair, was stunning. She truly looked like a rich Prinfcess. The low cut dress with the long sleeves seemed to caress her skin. It was formfitting until it came to the waist. Then it flowed out gracefully and ended, letting the soles of her shoes show.
"You look lovely if I may say so your highness." Said one of the maids. "I am sure your father will be pleased to see you now. He doesn't like to be waiting long."
Relena sighed. She was not looking forward to seeing her father again. Just being in the same room disgusted her. "No, he doesn't, does he." She turned and proceeded out the door. "Then we mustn't keep the old pig of a man waiting." Her voice dripped with pure hate as she said this. "Knowing him he'll decide to tax the people more just because he has nothing to do while waiting for me."
Walking into the room where her father was she stood off to the side. He was 'talking' to someone. "I don't care if the people neeed a new bridge built or not!" He bellowed at the three men kneeling below him. "They should have not used it so much or put too much weight on it to make it break in the first place." He waved his hand. "Your request for a new bridge is denied. It is only a small creek and you're so filthy you could do to get wet once in a while to clean yourselves."
The three men stood up. "Yes, Sire." One of them said solemnly. "We understand. But please your majesty, if we may, the bridge was not overly used. It was destroyed during the winter storm and we haven't had a good crossing since. That was a whole five months ago, and has made trade difficult. With your permission we would appreciate it greatly if you would allow us to build it. All you have to do is supply the wood and nails. We would be glad to do it with no pay."
The King's eyes narrowed. "You may not. Wood costs money. Nails cost money. What do you think this is? A charity? Certainly not! Your request is denied. Leave my sight." He said gruffly ending the conversation. He turned sharply to his right hand man standing next to him. "Pray, where is my daughter? She should have been a while ago."
Relena's jaw tightened. She really hated that man. Stepping forward she answered the question before her father's advisor could. "Here I am." She gave a slight, proper curtsy. "What is your wish father? Did you summon me to ask me of something."
The King smiled at his daughter, completely missing the spitefulness in her voice. "Ah, yes, the beautiful Relena. Come, you may kiss my hand and sit next to me." Walking forward she did as bid. Kissing slightly his jewel-covered hand she then sat down in the chair seated next to his. Like always, when she entered in his presence her anger did not evaporate like his. It never did. It stayed right where it was. With her.
"I bade you to come earlier then you usually rise my daughter not to ask you something, for you know that I make all your decisions and you never will have to think for yourself. But to tell you that I have arranged for your marriage. All of the preparations are completed."
At first Relena thought that she hadn't heard him right. Her eyes looked a little far away and then she blinked. "What was that father?" She said, now focusing on what he had to say. He smiled. "Well, I did expect you to be shocked with joy my dear. After all, it isn't every day that a young beautiful princess gets betrothed to a fine prince."
Relena blinked. She had heard him this time. "Father," She began, but she didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to react. She was angry, of course she was, but she couldn't strike out at her father. He was, after all, the King. She took in a deep breath. "I thought that you were still looking for suitors. I did not think that you had found one already, and I thought that I was to meet them first and to agree if I liked them or not. Not for you to pick one out without letting me meet him or at least knowing his name." She said, sounding a little cross.
"My dear daughter. You needn't worry. This is a fine young prince from a neighboring Kingdom. And as to you picking out your suitor, if memory does serve all. No, I was right in the first place. Women shouldn't try to think for themselves. Thinking is a man's job."
Relena gritted her teeth together as to not allow her to open her mouth. Her and her father had very different views on women. Her view was that they are living human brings and should be treated so. His view was all they were good for was for love making and looking at. Which would explain all her fine clothes and jewelry.
"Pray, tell me what my young prince's name is?" She said, trying to keep her temper in check. The King smiled, thinking that she was starting to take interest. "His name is Prince WuFei of Myena, he is the royal heir to King Chang's throne."
Chang huh? Sounds stupid. But Relena kept her thoughts about this Prince's name to herself. "Do you wish to know more about him daughter?" Before Relena could reply with the crisp 'no' that she wanted to, he began talking about the Prince. From what her father said he was a strong-willed young Prince who exceeded with a sword. He and her father also had some similar views, mainly about women. This did not please Relena at all. "And he is covered with jewels and is rich with ivory." Her father said, his eyes glittering. Yes, money, that must be the main reason why her father approved of him. He was rich.
"King Peacecraft," A servant said bowing before his highness. "I am very sorry for interrupting but your meeting with the scholars should have started half past an hour ago. It is already the tenth hour of the day."
That would explain the rumbling in Relena's stomach. Her father had talked and talked about this Prince guy, who sounded totally boring and just like her father. The time seemed to have dragged on and she got hungrier and hungrier. "Well," Her father said. "It is amazing how talking to one about pleasant things seems to make the time disappear." Relena rolled her eyes. Speak for yourself. Buit like always, she kept her thoughts to herself. No need to make him angry.
"You are excused." He said waving her away just like he did to the peasants earlier. Getting up, Relena gave a quick and proper curtsy. She wanted to leave the room before she began her ranting and raving. There was no way that she was going to be married to some pompous, arogant Prince who thinks that women are only for love making and looking at. No way at all. If anything she is going to get someone who is comletely different from her father. Not just like him!
~Relena Peace
"Midieval Scanedel"
By: Relena Peace
Disclamer: I do not own Gundam Wing because if I did THEY WOULD BE BACK ON TOONAMI!! ^^" But I dont, so they aren't back on toonami *pout*
Pairings: Now, if I told you that it would ruin the whole thing! ^^" The pairing is a surpise!
Warnings: I can't think of any right now. I dont think there are any for this chapter at least, but there might be some for future chapters.
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Chapter One:
Sitting in front of her mirror Relena yawned as her personal maids brushed her blonde hair. She didn't know why her father had summoned her. It was only the eighth hour of the day, and she usually didn't get up until the ninth. She sat there groggily. What was so important that she had to get up at this hour of the day? But of course it didn't matter what she said or thought. She, just like a lowly peasant, had to comply with whatever King Peacecraft ordered.
Finishing with Princess Relena's hair, the maids stepped back and handed her her blue silk dress. Relena gazed at the dress. It was expensive, with lace surrounding it. The royal blue color looked stunning next to the pure white lace that flowed over it in a fashionable way.
Relena frowned, it must have cost a fotune. Just like all her clothes. "I do not with to wear this." She said. "I told you that I do not want any extravagant clothing and I meant it." Turning her nose up she piereced the maids with her eyes. "Do I not own something less flashy or costly?"
"No Miss," Said one of the maids, bowing her head slightly and stepping forward. "everything that you own is beautiful and expensive. The King ordered for you to wear nothing that doesn't cost a small fortune. He ordered that you wear only the finest and most expensive things." She bowed again before taking a step back.
Relena glared at the dress with disgust. She hated her father, just hated him with a passion that was undeniable. How could he, the King, live in luxury and finery while his kingdom is starving? Everyone but the high royalty and people of high importance were in poverty. Even then, some of the people of high importance lived in uncleaned accommodations, not worthy to live in at all.
"Fine," She said knowing that she had to wear something. "I'll wear it." Standing up she held her arms out to her sides. The maids quickly put the dress on her, tying the white and blue strings where they needed to be to make it look even more fashionable. After they were finished she turned and examined herself in the mirror. The dress, mixed with her light skin and long blond hair, was stunning. She truly looked like a rich Prinfcess. The low cut dress with the long sleeves seemed to caress her skin. It was formfitting until it came to the waist. Then it flowed out gracefully and ended, letting the soles of her shoes show.
"You look lovely if I may say so your highness." Said one of the maids. "I am sure your father will be pleased to see you now. He doesn't like to be waiting long."
Relena sighed. She was not looking forward to seeing her father again. Just being in the same room disgusted her. "No, he doesn't, does he." She turned and proceeded out the door. "Then we mustn't keep the old pig of a man waiting." Her voice dripped with pure hate as she said this. "Knowing him he'll decide to tax the people more just because he has nothing to do while waiting for me."
Walking into the room where her father was she stood off to the side. He was 'talking' to someone. "I don't care if the people neeed a new bridge built or not!" He bellowed at the three men kneeling below him. "They should have not used it so much or put too much weight on it to make it break in the first place." He waved his hand. "Your request for a new bridge is denied. It is only a small creek and you're so filthy you could do to get wet once in a while to clean yourselves."
The three men stood up. "Yes, Sire." One of them said solemnly. "We understand. But please your majesty, if we may, the bridge was not overly used. It was destroyed during the winter storm and we haven't had a good crossing since. That was a whole five months ago, and has made trade difficult. With your permission we would appreciate it greatly if you would allow us to build it. All you have to do is supply the wood and nails. We would be glad to do it with no pay."
The King's eyes narrowed. "You may not. Wood costs money. Nails cost money. What do you think this is? A charity? Certainly not! Your request is denied. Leave my sight." He said gruffly ending the conversation. He turned sharply to his right hand man standing next to him. "Pray, where is my daughter? She should have been a while ago."
Relena's jaw tightened. She really hated that man. Stepping forward she answered the question before her father's advisor could. "Here I am." She gave a slight, proper curtsy. "What is your wish father? Did you summon me to ask me of something."
The King smiled at his daughter, completely missing the spitefulness in her voice. "Ah, yes, the beautiful Relena. Come, you may kiss my hand and sit next to me." Walking forward she did as bid. Kissing slightly his jewel-covered hand she then sat down in the chair seated next to his. Like always, when she entered in his presence her anger did not evaporate like his. It never did. It stayed right where it was. With her.
"I bade you to come earlier then you usually rise my daughter not to ask you something, for you know that I make all your decisions and you never will have to think for yourself. But to tell you that I have arranged for your marriage. All of the preparations are completed."
At first Relena thought that she hadn't heard him right. Her eyes looked a little far away and then she blinked. "What was that father?" She said, now focusing on what he had to say. He smiled. "Well, I did expect you to be shocked with joy my dear. After all, it isn't every day that a young beautiful princess gets betrothed to a fine prince."
Relena blinked. She had heard him this time. "Father," She began, but she didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to react. She was angry, of course she was, but she couldn't strike out at her father. He was, after all, the King. She took in a deep breath. "I thought that you were still looking for suitors. I did not think that you had found one already, and I thought that I was to meet them first and to agree if I liked them or not. Not for you to pick one out without letting me meet him or at least knowing his name." She said, sounding a little cross.
"My dear daughter. You needn't worry. This is a fine young prince from a neighboring Kingdom. And as to you picking out your suitor, if memory does serve all. No, I was right in the first place. Women shouldn't try to think for themselves. Thinking is a man's job."
Relena gritted her teeth together as to not allow her to open her mouth. Her and her father had very different views on women. Her view was that they are living human brings and should be treated so. His view was all they were good for was for love making and looking at. Which would explain all her fine clothes and jewelry.
"Pray, tell me what my young prince's name is?" She said, trying to keep her temper in check. The King smiled, thinking that she was starting to take interest. "His name is Prince WuFei of Myena, he is the royal heir to King Chang's throne."
Chang huh? Sounds stupid. But Relena kept her thoughts about this Prince's name to herself. "Do you wish to know more about him daughter?" Before Relena could reply with the crisp 'no' that she wanted to, he began talking about the Prince. From what her father said he was a strong-willed young Prince who exceeded with a sword. He and her father also had some similar views, mainly about women. This did not please Relena at all. "And he is covered with jewels and is rich with ivory." Her father said, his eyes glittering. Yes, money, that must be the main reason why her father approved of him. He was rich.
"King Peacecraft," A servant said bowing before his highness. "I am very sorry for interrupting but your meeting with the scholars should have started half past an hour ago. It is already the tenth hour of the day."
That would explain the rumbling in Relena's stomach. Her father had talked and talked about this Prince guy, who sounded totally boring and just like her father. The time seemed to have dragged on and she got hungrier and hungrier. "Well," Her father said. "It is amazing how talking to one about pleasant things seems to make the time disappear." Relena rolled her eyes. Speak for yourself. Buit like always, she kept her thoughts to herself. No need to make him angry.
"You are excused." He said waving her away just like he did to the peasants earlier. Getting up, Relena gave a quick and proper curtsy. She wanted to leave the room before she began her ranting and raving. There was no way that she was going to be married to some pompous, arogant Prince who thinks that women are only for love making and looking at. No way at all. If anything she is going to get someone who is comletely different from her father. Not just like him!