Unexpected Love
DISCALAIMERS: I don't own Gundam, no matter how much I want to or dream about it. I'm flat out broke and sick from candy. Halloween wuz so fun. No I wasn't trick or treating, but I must say, trick and treating iz really fun. hehehehe. *i wuz hosing my neighbor's bro with the hose, along with party streamers and eggs and toilet paper*
"What!!! I will do no such thing!" Liya cried angrily. Her father gave her a very stern stare.
"You are princess, therefore you will do your duty," he said.
"What if I don't want to be a princess!?" Liya screamed. "I hate being a stupid princess! I have no freedom!"
"Well, you are a princess and so you will carry out your duty," her father said calmly. His patience was running out.
"You don't care about me! You just want his money!" Liya shouted. She whirled around and left the throne room. She ran to her room and slammed her door. She hated being a princess and everything abpout it. Stupid preppy skirts with pink laces, those high heels that gave you blisters, the conceited guys who wanted to marry you for money. She hated all of that. What she wnted was to train in the military. She could ride horses just as good as the soldiers. She had ordered her tutor to teach her how to ride a horse and to teach her some weaponry. Like archery, staff, sword, and stuff. She loved all of it. It made her happy and free. It also let a lot of her anger out.
There was a knock on the door. "What do you want! Go away!" Liya yelled. There was also no privacy.
"Dear, it's your mother. May I please come in?" came her mother's voice from outside.
"Go ahead. I have no rights in this miserable place. People just do what they want with me and don't care," Liya said bitterly.
Her mother came in with an upset look and with worry in her eyes. She knew how much her daughter hated to marry. "Honey, are you okay?" She looked at her daughter who lay face down in her bed.
"No I'm not okay. I'm being forced to marry a conceited rich freak! How do you think I feel?" came Liya's muffeled voice. Her mother went to Liya's bed and sat down next to her.
"It won't be that bad. You just have to have an open mind," her mother said soothingly.
"As if!" Her mother sighed. Her daughter was too rebellious and she had no idea who in the family she got it from.
"Well, I'll leave you alone to your thoughts, but please come to supper. Your father has something for you," her mother said as she got up.
"I've had enough surprises for one day. For your sake, I'll go, but I can't garentee it."
"That's all I need to hear." Her mother left and quietly shut the door. Liya sighed and got up.
"Why did I have to be a princess?" she wondered aloud. "So many women think it's so great. What I wouldn't give to be an ordinary girl."
Dinner came soon and Liya got up and readied herself. She had no maids to help her because she didn't want any. "I can take care of myself. I'm not weak," she had retorted to her father. He sighed and let her be. Liya put on a simple skirt and shirt and walked into the dining room. Her parents were waiting for her.
"Good of you to come," her father said as she came in.
"Don't think I'm not mad and that I came here for you. I came here to please my mother who cares more for me than you ever will," Liya said coldly. Her father glared at her but Liya stood her ground. Her mother glanced nervously at the two.
"Sit down so we can eat," she said. Liya nodded stiffly and sat.
"Now, Liya, since you are betrothed to Treize," Liya interrupted him with a snort of disgust," you will need protection. You will be a target for Treize's enemies."
"I think I can understand why they are," Liya muttered to herself.
"What was that?" her father said, raising his eyebrow.
"I don't need protection. I can take care of myself just fine," Liya stated coldly.
"We don't know that. Besides, that would not be very woman like," her father said. Liya felt her anger rise at the statement.
"I don't care how womenly I am! I just want some freedom in this stupid place. This is a prison, not a castle!" Liya shouted.
"Liya! Watch your mouth and who you are talking to!" her father roared as he stood from his seat.
"Am I supposed to be afraid?" Liya asked with disinterest. Her father was turning red with rage and her mother was getting very frightened.
"Please calm down you two. We are here to discuss about her protector, not how she has to act," she said. Liya glared at her father as she sat down. Her father did the same. He cleared his throat and was about to speak when Liya spoke.
"What's this about a protector? I don't need a protector," she said. Her father gave her a look before he spoke.
"It doesn't matter. You will have a protector guarding you from now on," he said. Liya was about to say something, but her mother interrupted.
"Please Liya. It's for your own good. See how it goes before you say anything. Please," her mother said with pleading eyes. Liya sighed and gave in.
"Fine, but I can't guarentee anything," she said grudgingly. She loved her mother, who had always cared for her. She's just too naive, Liya thought. "So who's this protector of mine?" Her father nodded and a young man about Liya's age stepped from the shadows. Liya took one look at him and sighed in frusturation. She got up and walked to her room. The guard followed her.
'Are you sure about this?" Liya's mother asked her husband when her daughter and her guard were out of earshot.
"Of course. It's for her own good," her husband answered. She sighed.
"I don't know. He looks so young. Are you sure he can protect her? What if they get into an affair?"
"Don't worry. He is stronger than he looks. And don't worry about him getting a relationship. Our daughter wouldn't allow that to happen and he is without emotions. Many have said so." His wife looked even more worried, but nodded.
"Everything will just as planned."
Oh you don't know how wrong you are dad.
DISCALAIMERS: I don't own Gundam, no matter how much I want to or dream about it. I'm flat out broke and sick from candy. Halloween wuz so fun. No I wasn't trick or treating, but I must say, trick and treating iz really fun. hehehehe. *i wuz hosing my neighbor's bro with the hose, along with party streamers and eggs and toilet paper*
"What!!! I will do no such thing!" Liya cried angrily. Her father gave her a very stern stare.
"You are princess, therefore you will do your duty," he said.
"What if I don't want to be a princess!?" Liya screamed. "I hate being a stupid princess! I have no freedom!"
"Well, you are a princess and so you will carry out your duty," her father said calmly. His patience was running out.
"You don't care about me! You just want his money!" Liya shouted. She whirled around and left the throne room. She ran to her room and slammed her door. She hated being a princess and everything abpout it. Stupid preppy skirts with pink laces, those high heels that gave you blisters, the conceited guys who wanted to marry you for money. She hated all of that. What she wnted was to train in the military. She could ride horses just as good as the soldiers. She had ordered her tutor to teach her how to ride a horse and to teach her some weaponry. Like archery, staff, sword, and stuff. She loved all of it. It made her happy and free. It also let a lot of her anger out.
There was a knock on the door. "What do you want! Go away!" Liya yelled. There was also no privacy.
"Dear, it's your mother. May I please come in?" came her mother's voice from outside.
"Go ahead. I have no rights in this miserable place. People just do what they want with me and don't care," Liya said bitterly.
Her mother came in with an upset look and with worry in her eyes. She knew how much her daughter hated to marry. "Honey, are you okay?" She looked at her daughter who lay face down in her bed.
"No I'm not okay. I'm being forced to marry a conceited rich freak! How do you think I feel?" came Liya's muffeled voice. Her mother went to Liya's bed and sat down next to her.
"It won't be that bad. You just have to have an open mind," her mother said soothingly.
"As if!" Her mother sighed. Her daughter was too rebellious and she had no idea who in the family she got it from.
"Well, I'll leave you alone to your thoughts, but please come to supper. Your father has something for you," her mother said as she got up.
"I've had enough surprises for one day. For your sake, I'll go, but I can't garentee it."
"That's all I need to hear." Her mother left and quietly shut the door. Liya sighed and got up.
"Why did I have to be a princess?" she wondered aloud. "So many women think it's so great. What I wouldn't give to be an ordinary girl."
Dinner came soon and Liya got up and readied herself. She had no maids to help her because she didn't want any. "I can take care of myself. I'm not weak," she had retorted to her father. He sighed and let her be. Liya put on a simple skirt and shirt and walked into the dining room. Her parents were waiting for her.
"Good of you to come," her father said as she came in.
"Don't think I'm not mad and that I came here for you. I came here to please my mother who cares more for me than you ever will," Liya said coldly. Her father glared at her but Liya stood her ground. Her mother glanced nervously at the two.
"Sit down so we can eat," she said. Liya nodded stiffly and sat.
"Now, Liya, since you are betrothed to Treize," Liya interrupted him with a snort of disgust," you will need protection. You will be a target for Treize's enemies."
"I think I can understand why they are," Liya muttered to herself.
"What was that?" her father said, raising his eyebrow.
"I don't need protection. I can take care of myself just fine," Liya stated coldly.
"We don't know that. Besides, that would not be very woman like," her father said. Liya felt her anger rise at the statement.
"I don't care how womenly I am! I just want some freedom in this stupid place. This is a prison, not a castle!" Liya shouted.
"Liya! Watch your mouth and who you are talking to!" her father roared as he stood from his seat.
"Am I supposed to be afraid?" Liya asked with disinterest. Her father was turning red with rage and her mother was getting very frightened.
"Please calm down you two. We are here to discuss about her protector, not how she has to act," she said. Liya glared at her father as she sat down. Her father did the same. He cleared his throat and was about to speak when Liya spoke.
"What's this about a protector? I don't need a protector," she said. Her father gave her a look before he spoke.
"It doesn't matter. You will have a protector guarding you from now on," he said. Liya was about to say something, but her mother interrupted.
"Please Liya. It's for your own good. See how it goes before you say anything. Please," her mother said with pleading eyes. Liya sighed and gave in.
"Fine, but I can't guarentee anything," she said grudgingly. She loved her mother, who had always cared for her. She's just too naive, Liya thought. "So who's this protector of mine?" Her father nodded and a young man about Liya's age stepped from the shadows. Liya took one look at him and sighed in frusturation. She got up and walked to her room. The guard followed her.
'Are you sure about this?" Liya's mother asked her husband when her daughter and her guard were out of earshot.
"Of course. It's for her own good," her husband answered. She sighed.
"I don't know. He looks so young. Are you sure he can protect her? What if they get into an affair?"
"Don't worry. He is stronger than he looks. And don't worry about him getting a relationship. Our daughter wouldn't allow that to happen and he is without emotions. Many have said so." His wife looked even more worried, but nodded.
"Everything will just as planned."
Oh you don't know how wrong you are dad.