Chamelea
Chapter 2.
For those of you who couldn't stand the incest factor of this story, what happened in Chapter one is the extent of its graphic nature. It's all up from here! Usual warnings, I don't own the characters.
Tailors and silk merchants worked for three days straight to make the gown that Quatre had asked for, and construction of a different garment was going on inside the Prince's room, which he kept locked. On the evening of the Third day, the gown was finally finished, and the King with his servants went to Quatre's door to present it to him. Quatre opened the door to take it, but refused to let anyone in.
" It is what I asked for."
" Good. Then we shall be married tomorrow."
" Not yet. Now I need another gown."
" Another? For what?"
" This gown is for the wedding feast. I need one for the procession."
" Fine. I'll commission another gown."
" This one has to be the color of the night sky, with silver running through to rival the stars. I'll agree to nothing until I have it."
" Fine, fine. Get back to work, people."
Inside the bedroom, Quatre sat beside a squirrel to help with the other garment that they were making. It wasn't even close to finished yet, so he would have to buy more time.
Another three days later, the new gown was presented to the Prince, midnight blue with threads of sparkling silver running through it. Again, Quatre took it and closed the bedroom door. Only his voice was heard from outside.
" Yes, this is what I asked for."
" Good. Be ready at two o clock tomorrow."
" I need another gown."
"WHAT?!?!"
" One for the church. And this one should be golden, like the sun."
" Aw, come on!"
" Don't you want me to be a believable princess?"
" All right."
The King left with his servants, muttering about spoiled brats and money not growing on trees.
Half a dozen birds flew into Quatre's bedroom with scraps of fur and feathers, and they continued working.
The church dress was completed within two days, because of the King's impatience. Once again, Quatre took it into his room, and closed the door before the King could barge his way in.
" This is perfect. But now…"
" Ooohhh, no! No more gowns! We're getting married TOMORROW!"
" But I need one more gown for the wedding night!"
" Oh, all right then. What does this fabulous creation look like?"
" Silk, embroidered with feathers and butterfly wing panels at the back."
" Okay, but this is the LAST one!"
" I agree. Give me this, and we will be married the next day."
The last dress and the garment the animals had been making were completed within minutes of each other. Not bothering to knock, the King slipped the dress under the door and waited for Quatre to speak.
" It's beautiful. We can marry tomorrow."
" Good. And these dresses have to last you the rest of our marriage so don't spill any crap on them!"
When the night fell, Quatre wrapped the four dresses inside a sheet and hid the sheet inside a fold of his garment. The object that he and the animals had been working on was an enormous cloak of fur and feathers that completely hid the Prince's slender form. His long blonde hair was concealed in a pouch inside the hood, and it was full of pockets to carry some items he needed. After slipping this cloak on, he called a horse under his window, and slipped out of the castle grounds unnoticed.
Prince Trowa of the Southern Kingdom decided to go for a gallivant before he had to return and prepare for yet another party. He approached the new stable boy, a strange lad who always wore a cloak of fur and feathers and never showed his face.
" Can I help you, your highness?"
" Yes, could you saddle up Shadow for me?"
" Of course."
Just as the stable boy had disappeared around the corner, Trowa realized that he probably didn't know which horse Shadow was. As a joke, the Prince's friend Duo of the Western kingdom had given him a white stallion and named him Shadow. It often caused confusion with the new staff, but he was surprised when the boy came around the corner with the right horse.
" So you already know all the horses?"
" Yes, my Lord. They introduced themselves to me."
Trowa was about to say something else when the clock tower chimed 6 and he had to go in to get ready.
" Crap. I have to go in."
" The masquerade ball?"
" Yes. At least we're having goose. Otherwise I'd never be able to stand it."
" Goose? How awful!"
" What? I like goose."
" So do I. That's why I don't eat them."
He nearly laughed at that, but he wasn't the kind of person that laughed much. Strangely enough, he was enjoying the conversation, which was very surprising since he didn't talk much either.
" Why do you wear a hood? Are you hideously ugly or something?"
" Maybe, maybe not."
" What does that mean?"
" Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I prefer not to let people behold me."
As much as he would have loved to stay and continue this strange chat, Trowa heard servants calling him from inside. Without a word, he went in.
That night, Trowa sat between his friends from the other Kingdoms, Duo of the West, Heero of the North and Wufei of the Far East. He was staring at the cooked geese on the table and feeling a little sick. Duo was wolfing down huge portions of them and making comments on the party between gulps.
" Jeez Tro ( chomp ) all the girls in the Kingdom (gulp) and a couple of good looking guys too (snap) and you can't just pick one! What's the matter with you?"
Wufei was rolling his eyes at the Western Price while picking delicately at some vegetables on his plate. Trowa was way behind his friends where marriage was concerned. Wufei was already onto his second wife, Princess Sally, after losing his first to childbirth, and he was only seventeen! Heero and Duo had been married and ruling jointly for a year over their two Kingdoms. Until Trowa found a partner, a Regent would rule in his place. He was about to give up and seek out someone adequate from the crowd in the room when the music stopped and everyone fell quiet.
Someone had arrived late, a beautiful girl with ice blue eyes and long white-blonde hair, dressed in a gown of pure white silk that matched her hair exactly. She made such a stunning picture that the whole room was silent.
When everybody started speaking and moving around again, Trowa was still staring transfixed at the girl. Duo gave a low wolf-whistle and grinned.
" She's a looker, eh, Tro? Mind if I ask her to dance, Heero? Thought not…"
Before he knew what he was doing, Trowa yanked Duo's three-foot braid and pulled him back into his seat before getting up and to ask her to dance himself. Staring at him strangely, she agreed and he led her out onto the floor.
" What's your name?"
" Chamelea."