Of course, as is wont to happen, Murphy's law screws everything up and Heero ran headlong into the clutches of the Dread Odin Lowe. But he was just called The Dread Perfect Soldier, because saying his real name makes it seem like he's some type of Japanese food. Well, the Dread Perfect Soldier had this rule that he never allowed anyone to live if they came near the ship...which was kinda stupid, if you think about it. Yes, Heero, was 'dead', and when Relena found out she neither slept nor ate.

"He's dead?" Adrian grimaced, "already? That was a boring story."

"It's not done yet so be patient."

"Fine.."

Five years later the courtyard of the Palace filled up with people over Prince Duo's Bride to be. He, of course, wasn't the one who was announcing it. Instead it was his somewhat conniving Advisor, Zechs Merquise, who was forcing him into this farce of a marriage.

"In a Month the country of Sanq shall be having it's 500th anniversary, and on that day our Prince Duo shall take it upon himself to marry a girl of common heritage, like yourselves. Now introducing....Queen Relena!"

Relena was both angry and sad, for although the law of the land stated that Duo could marry any woman he selected, neither she nor him had chosen this loveless marriage. The only time she felt truly happy was when she went out riding.