Warnings: EXTREME sap and melodrama! Much worship of Quatre (literally) Another strange fusion fic. Love triangle. Death. I hated to do it... Gabie is going to have my head on this one... Blame Chaucer. It's all his fault. Pairings: Um... In order of appearance or first mention ... 13+11, R+1, 6+9, 3+4, 2+4, 13+5. Or something like that. Some of this could be interpreted either way. 3+4 and 2+4 are the focus.

For the past few weeks, my AP British Lit class has been studying the Canterbury Tales in great depth, and I just finished a very involved paper on the Knight's Tale. From the very beginning, I was struck by what a fantastic fusion I could make out of it. Lucky you! ^_^ And so, to finally purge this blasted thing from my consciousness....

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++++++++ PROLOGUE ++++++++

Once upon a time in ancient Greece, there was a mighty warrior by the name of Treize Khushrenada. He was a man of many conquests, most notably that of the terrible Minotaur and the Amazon nation of Scythia. It was from the latter that he rode with his newest prize, the Amazon Queen Une. By overcoming her best army in battle, he had won her heart as well as her hand, and now she was happily accompanying him back to his kingdom of Luxemburg, which he ruled with a fair and just hand.

They had nearly made it home for their honeymoon when they came across a group of women weeping prostrate in the dusty road. Their robes and hair were torn and soiled, covered in ashes, blood, and dust. The women cried out to Treize for his aid, and so he and Une dismounted and tried to discern what was the matter.

"Dear Treize!" The first of the women, cried. She was a kind-faced young girl with hair the color of wheat. "We are newly come from the oracle at Delphi, who has sent us to seek your intervention into a bloody feud. The despot Deciem has laid siege on our land, the peaceful kingdom of Sanq, and even now rakes and pillages the unprotected villagers and townspeople. Already he has slain my husband, the lord Heero, and my dear brother Milliardo."

The second woman stepped forward, then. She was older than the wheat-haired girl, but no less beautiful, despite her bedraggled state. Her dark hair was cropped short in mourning. "Relena's brother, my husband, was the King of Sanq." She said, her voice strong and sure. " By all rights, she should be queen, now. Deciem sits on the throne, mocking us all and withholding the bodies of our men from us. Without a proper burial, we are unable to send their spirits to the gods. Help us, dear Treize, to finally lay them to rest. Help us to free our city!"

"I think we should do as they ask." Une said softly from beside him. "I know I would be distraught if you were taken from me, so."

Treize smiled down on her. She was in a markedly better mood than she had been earlier that morning, when she had ordered two porters put to death for getting her luggage muddy. "Dear ladies," He assured them, "I shall serve you as best I can until the throne is restored to your line, once again."

And so, Treize, Une, and their entourage set out for Sanq, and in a matter of days had leveled the walls and slain the tyrant Deciem. Treize himself walked through the rubble in search of the bodies of the dead prince and king. There were looters all around, stripping the armor and jewelry from the dead and dying. Treize hated the thought of such men robbing the dead, but there was little he could do to stop it save order his own troops to stay well away from the battlefield once the fighting was over.

He kicked aside a heavy, ornate shield in order to better see the body that it half obscured. The metal rang dully as he struck it and then flipped over twice with the force of his blow. He heard a small shout then, from the area where the shield had landed. He looked up with a start to meet frightened violet eyes. A young boy with long, tangled hair was hiding behind a fallen pillar. Beside him was another boy of similar age who was cringing in the rubble, his eyes shut. The children's hands were clasped tightly together, as if they feared that they would be wrenched apart.

"They're kin of Deciem," Une said coldly behind him. "Sons of his two sisters. They should be killed before they are old enough to try and claim the throne."

"They're just children," Treize told his wife, softly. "I can't kill children just because of kinship with a madman."

"Well, you have to do something." She said with a haughty snort. "I'll kill them, if you want. It doesn't bother me. We kill male children all the time."

Treize swallowed his reproach. Une's people were far different from his own. It was difficult, sometimes, to reconcile the usually devoted and kindly woman with the fierce Amazon who was unleashed with her anger. It was like he was married to two different women. "I'll have them brought back to Luxemburg and imprisoned in the tower." He decided. After a moment, Une nodded her approval of this plan of action and walked away, continuing her search for Deciem's head.

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