~*~ Peacecraft Manor's Dining Hall ~*~

~*~ 10:45 PM ~*~

Although the ceremony was a beautiful success, the reception was an ugly failure. Zechs hadn't felt such anger since he was six. That was right after he witnessed his father die right in front of him. He had vowed on that day that no one would ever mess with the Peacecraft family and go unpunished. And so far, he hadn't broken that rule. He had already taken revenge on those responsible for the loss of his parents' lives. Duke Durmail, the man responsible for the fall of the Cinq Kingdom in AC 195, as well as forcing Relena to become a tool of the Romafeller Foundation, was dead. His death was caused by White Fang mobile dolls. And now, the person who had most recently committed an action against the Peacecraft name was going to pay. Not only did they insult Zechs' wife, if that wasn't offense enough, this person had the audacity to take a swing at Trey. Right in front of Zechs.

Now the bride was in tears, he white face now red with embarrassment. The groom's pale features too were flushed, but his with anger. The guests too displayed a variety of emotions. Duo was still mourning the loss of his life-long friend, his hair. Quatre was confused, and asking Trowa for a play-by-play of the pervious events. Wufei was passed out on the floor after five hours of continuous dancing, ranting, and drinking. Heero, actually shocked, sat trying to figure out what just happened. The women, however, mostly shared the bride's feelings. All the women, except one.

"Lucretia Noin! How dare you do that to MY wife at MY wedding? It is obvious you've lost your common sense, but have you lost your shame too? I've always forgiven you for what you have done, but THIS is not forgivable," Zechs yelled at her. Zechs almost never lost his temper, but now years of anger and pain come rushing out in Zechs' words.

"I don't need to feel shame, because I've done nothing wrong! Zechs, love is a battle field, and I was only fighting for what is rightfully mine," she shouted back at him. They were standing toe to toe in the center of the large dining hall. Noin looked up into Zechs' anger filled eyes. She was about to say something else when a voice, soft and feminine yet strong, interrupted her, pushed her away from Zechs, and glared at her.

"Yes, I agree. Love is a battle field and I have won. You've been claiming my property as your own for some time now, and it will stop." Trey said elegantly. For awhile Trey just glare and Noin, and Noin just glared back.

"Heero! Hey Heero!" Duo whispered from around Hilde, "Bet you fifty that a cat fight will break out!"

"You're on!" Heero whispered back, "One hundred says Zechs' sex kitten wins!"

"Alright then..." Duo looked under the table to see that Heero had about a dozen empty wine bottles at his feet. Duo looked down at his own collection and only saw ten and a two headed pink elephant. It was getting late and Hilde had fallen asleep. Zechs had now found a seat and was watching the glaring contest.

Suddenly Trey turned away from Noin. Lucretia smiled smugly to her self, thinking that she won. Then with out warning, Trey spun back around to Noin, grabbed her by her raven hair and slammed her on to the ground. Noin tried to get up and take another swing at Trey, but the other woman was too fast. Trey used her shawls to disorient Noin by throwing them over the Italian woman's head. Lu pushed the expensive cloaks to the floor and glared at the English woman. Trey just smiled as if giving up. Noin took it as a real surrender, and started moving toward Zechs, as if ready to claim her prize. Trey suddenly kicked Noin's legs out form under her. Lucretia fell flat on her face. Trey topped it off with a body slam, knocking out Noin on the hardwood floor. Out cold on the floor, Noin was now merely an obstruction on the dance floor. Trey got up and gave a beckoning look to Zechs, then walked off to their room. Duo grumbled and paid Heero, then woke up Hilde and took her to their room.

Zechs had announced the party over, and all his guests were headed back to their respective rooms. Noin was left passed out on the floor.