Chamelea
Chapter 5
All right, this is the last Chapter of this fic. Now I can work on some other ideas. R+R please.
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" Sounds to me you're looking for Cinderella."
" Thank you, Duo. You are the fifteenth person to say something like that to me. Chamelea told me herself that she was the only one able to wear this ring."
Trowa and his friends were scrutinizing the ring after nearly seven hundred women and men had tried it on. The idea had seemed great to him at the time, but so far no one fitted the ring and he had heard so many Cinderella jokes that he was getting ready to throw it out the window.
" What if your girly never shows up?"
" I'll find her."
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Two hours and an awful lot of people later, Trowa went to look for Quatre, hopefully to vent his frustration. He found the stable boy talking to Shadow it that strange language of his. It seemed strange that both Chamelea and Quatre were the only people he knew with that skill. Quatre saw him and greeted the Prince.
" Good evening, your Highness."
" Good evening."
" Is something the matter? You look tired."
Trowa told him about the ring, and just missed the amusement in the stable boy's eyes.
" And if you make a Cinderella joke, you're fired."
" I wouldn't dream of it, sir. But what will you do if your plan fails?"
" I'll try it on every man and woman in the country until I find her."
" But what if it fits the wrong person? Your decree says that the person who fits the ring will marry you. If it fits someone other than Chamelea, will you marry that person?"
" It's a gamble, but I will stick to my promise. I'm confident that I will find her."
" I haven't tried the ring yet."
" You? You might as well, for a laugh."
Trowa walked with Quatre to where the ring was sitting on a velvet cushion for display. One very small white hand appeared from underneath the heavy fur and feathered cloak, and the prince did a double take. He'd never actually seen Quatre's hands before.
To his immense shock, the ring slid easily onto Quatre's finger and fit perfectly on his ring finger. The Prince gaped, and Quatre's eyes smiled ironically from underneath the cloak.
" The ring fits your stable boy. Shall you keep your promise, or try to be rid of me?"
Getting over his initial shock quickly, Trowa smiled.
" Actually, besides Chamelea, I don't think there's anyone I'd rather spend the rest of my life with."
Quatre's eyes widened in shock. He hadn't expected this. Trowa took his hand under the cloak.
" We'd better get you cleaned up. The ceremony will be tomorrow."
" There's no need for that. I'm perfectly clean."
With that, Quatre undid the string of the enormous cloak and let it fall to the floor. His long blonde hair, flashing a combination of gold, silver and white, tumbled out across his shoulders and cascaded to his waist. Underneath the cloak, he was wearing a dress of a thousand different colors that reflected in his eyes, embroidered with intricate feathers. Two long lace panels drifted from his back like wings. He smiled shyly at Trowa, whose eyes were filling his face.
" Chamelea?"
" No, Quatre. Chamelea is the image you fell in love with. Quatre is the person. And despite how I appear to you now, I am a Prince, not a Princess. Are you still willing to marry me?"
Trowa smiled and pulled Quatre into his embrace.
" Now more than ever."