To Honor and Protect

by the Black Rose

[HYxRP]Relena has made a decision for the good of her country...but what about Heero? 'You're wrong, princess. It's more believable that obligation would still have a place in your heart five years later, than the crush of a sixteen year old girl'

2. The Ambassador's son

I do not own Gundam Wing. This fan fiction has no commercial value and I am not making any kind of profit or income off of this.

Chapter 2

A handsome young man with dark blond hair, the family emerald green eyes, and chiseled features glared down at Ambassador Quincy. "Ugh! I won't marry her. I refuse! Why couldn't the Senate pick someone from one of the other colonies?"

Ambassador Quincy narrowed his eyes at his grandson, "Jacob, you will marry her. You were chosen because our colony has the strongest leadership. You are well liked, and for some reason that I have yet to fathom, you are well respected as my heir. You will marry her, or I will disinherit you!"

Jacob looked unmoved.  Disgusted, he turned to walk away from his rigid grandfather who sought to tie him down to a woman he couldn't stand.  She was too uptight, too innocent for his tastes, and definitely too annoying.  He rolled his eyes as he turned his back in a most disrespectful manner towards the Ambassador.

Incensed at his grandson's behavior, Ambassador Quincy added, "And you will have to join the military and fight in the war that will surely erupt if you do not marry her. Have I made myself clear?"

Jacob froze in his tracks.  He wanted nothing to do with a war.  It was a most distasteful business entirely.  He turned and shot his grandfather a cold glare filled with hatred.

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A soldier smartly dressed in a red uniform with black cuffs and gold-colored buttons made his way down a long white, antiseptic hallway. The location was a military base on the L6 colony - a colony devastated by the economic policies of peace.

As the soldier neared the end of the hallway, he paused momentarily before knocking on the painted white door of his superior's office. A voice granted permission to enter. The soldier entered, removed his cap, and saluted. Behind the desk stood a man about forty years old, six-foot tall, broad shouldered with black hair and brown eyes set in a severe expression. "General Tavey," the soldier began, "the colonies and the Cinq Kingdom have formed an alliance, sir! It was approved this afternoon at the convention. It is their belief that this treaty will prevent war, sir."

General Tavey turned his back to the soldier. "Very well. Then we will have to do this the hard way. Get your squad ready. You will receive your orders in 72 hours. Dismissed."

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"But grandfather, she's a brat!" Jacob protested again, although he knew it was in vain.  He felt a little better being able to say his opinion out loud – to at least have the semblance that he might count for something other than a pawn in a political game.

"She has grown up quite a bit in the last four years. She is a beautiful, polished young lady," his grandfather shouted in exasperation.  "I have had enough of your whining. I will not tolerate any more!" The Ambassador exclaimed angrily, and turned and left the room.

"I'm not ready to settle down. There are plenty of other women out there…. My girlfriends will be very disappointed," Jacob said to his grandfather's retreating back.

In the darkest corner of the room, a silent figured watched. With the older man's departure, it spoke, "Jacob…"

Jacob whirled around and faced a shadow.