A week passed since Hiro's letter was sent out. All the royal family could do was wait and spend the time as best they could.

Her parents threw a feast every night that week. She didn't question it, having eaten more food in that single week than in the entire four months. It was a luxury she found she didn't miss, and rarely ate more than what satisfied her stomach. She wondered if she used to consume the amounts she currently saw on people's plates. It was nothing short of nauseating to think she could devour that much food, since she couldn't eat another bite. Even though she only sampled a handful of meats and fruits, it was all she could hold anymore.

During the lengthy wait, she and her Prince spent as much time as possible together. That was putting it in MITE exaggeration. They weren't allowed much dinner conversation, nor did they allow much affection in the view of so many curious eyes. It was allowed, but not proper for their ranks. Even though people knew they were in love by catching looks they stole each other across the table, Hiro still hadn't mastered full-out public affection.

They weren't allowed to sit together, as was custom for unmarried royal couples. After dinner, the entire table was entertained with jokes and songs until night fell. There wasn't a lot of time between them. He walked her to her room for bed, kissed her hand, and left in hopes to avoid the gossip.

It was gnawing on her actually. She love the populace dearly, but their general curiosity about her personal life was beginning to grate her nerves and patience. The only ones she patronized were her maids, knowing they were only interested in her well-being. Being so close to her maids, the concern touched her. But that didn't mean she would let them gossip about her.

They did find time to spend together, a few precious hours walking in the gardens amidst upcoming winter. In the dying, bright-colored foliage and large trees, they were able to hide from most of the gardeners and servants. A few times, it became almost a game, a quirk on the old-fashioned hide and seek.

She smiled and looked down the tree limb she and Hiro sat in. "They're NEVER going to find us up here." She whispered, grinning. Her eyes looked way down onto the earth, finding a few people idly milling about, most likely looking for them.

"Let's HOPE." He whispered back, his mouth turning. He also looked around, seeing a few people through the fading leaves.

He felt better being in nature, even a little bit. This time of autumn was one he loved best. And all the lavish royal treatment was beginning to make him feel above what he was. He didn't consider himself a true prince, since he didn't really feel like one. His powers humbled him to the bigger realities outside this little kingdom of Relena's.

Deep blue swung up and looked at his betrothed. She sat over a branch as regally and with as much dignity she could muster in a dress. Her eyes were lit up from the game, looking around to see if they were spotted. A small, delicate blush was on her face, lips in a smile. She was beautiful at this moment, and he couldn't stop the hand that grasped her chin and directed her attention to him.

She startled at the contact, unbelieving all her attention was diverted so much on the ground below. How was it possible that she forgot about the handsome man not even an inch next to her on the thick branch? Her lips pressed together as she recognized that look. Without a second's hesitation, she reached forward and met his lips in the middle.

It was another one of those gentle, non-forced kisses she came to crave so much. How ironic that a man who could kill without a second thought was as gentle as a kitten.

With slow, careful moves, her body shifted to his, making sure not to fall out or untuck the dress under her legs. Even though she did whatever it took to gain a little privacy, that didn't mean she was going to be a heathen due to it!

After he regrettably let go of her mouth, hands went around her waist, easily taking her in his lap. The trunk was wide enough to support both, and he wanted her as near as possible. When she was situated and her arms draped over his shoulders, his lips returned, caressing her jaw with a passion that kept him prisoner. If he looked at himself this moment, he probably wouldn't recognize his behavior!

His lips trailed down her exposed neck, swung backwards to allow better access. Gods, but this woman held the power to turn him upside down! Not that he complained anymore. Whenever the feeling struck him - like it did in private times as these - he took advantage of it. There was never an easy moment anymore, so he ran with what he felt at the time. He knew she didn't mind, especially not by the goosebumps on her neck.

His lips stopped on her collarbone, tongue slowly touching the hollow. She was glad he had such a strong hold on her body, because she was certain she didn't! If they were on the ground, she wouldn't fear a thing, but falling due to imbalance was a certainty.

"God...Hiro..." She sighed, barely able to breathe. Her breath was stolen the second his tongue joined his lips in caressing her neck. A heat, stronger than the one she felt during that first night's embrace, stole through her, as it did the first time he did something like this. It was madness...but an accepted one!

After what seemed an eternity of painful bliss, her head swung up to meet his passionate eyes. "What you DO to me..."

She left that sentence hanging, not needing to finish, and having kissed him. She just couldn't take this anymore. It seemed her body was at a standstill to get more - YEARNING for more... What, she didn't know. But she did know what her body wanted, would have to wait until she was married. The instincts flowing through her were in all the right places, those tell-tale signs were enough to set off warning bells to halt.

"You do the SAME." He haggardly breathed, lips millimeters from hers. How had he become such a love-struck fool in the short matter of only a month? And how did he not embrace such a thing before? This feeling - this LOVE - was the most precious in the world. Out here in nature, in this enclosed space, reminded him of a pair of lovebirds. If only they could fly away and be alone for whenever they wanted...

He couldn't allow his body to obtain the upper hand. Not only were they were in a tree about twenty foot in the air, but he had more respect for her maidenhood than that. He wasn't so sexist and churlish that he'd wager one night of reciprocated passion BEFORE they were married and regret being so quick. It wasn't worth it. Forcing himself to stop was a good thing in a way. It could only go on from here. Testing the waters was a surefire way to kill the nervousness on their wedding night. With this insatiable passion glaring them in the eyes, their futures would get better.

When they kissed again, someone had to've rustled a branch. Because, they were found out. The noise attracted eyes to their new spot. "Hey! You two! Come DOWN here! Have you no sense of safety?? Where're your brains? And princess, your vanity! You can't sit in a tree like THAT!"

She peeked an eye open, lips still locked. They were caught, and it wasn't anything but irritating, basically since her mother's servants were back to looking after her safety and virtue again. It was a tad ironic, since she was technically almost a grown woman and betrothed even. She SHOULD be able to make decisions like these to allow her to take care of herself.

Somewhere in the ends of her mind, a humorous smile sprouted against Hiro's lips. She tried fighting it, to keep the moment a little longer, but the smile tipped higher against his mouth, a small snort squeaking past. She ended up breaking the once passionate embrace for humor. It was either contagious, or he was thinking the same thing, because he joined her.

It didn't take long for the giggles to overtake her, and laughter to shake his shoulders. They sat there below the servant's ramblings, heads leaning together for strength as they heartily laughed, not caring who heard. They were spotted, so they didn't need to be quiet anymore.

After she finally managed to regain control, she wiped away tears that gathered in her eyes. "Oh...I haven't laughed like that in I don't know HOW long."

"I've NEVER laughed like that." He mused. With that smile still on their lips, they managed another brief kiss, loud commanding that 'they come down this instant' still going on. "Suppose we should humor him?"

A gold brow rose. "And respect a SERVANT'S wishes?" She joked, eyes gleaming. "I suppose we SHOULD." She huffed, a smile peeking out. She finally shimmied down the tree, though a hard task in her dress. In the past she was better off because no one was ever below to accidentally look up. It took a lot more side maneuvering to keep her vanity, but it worked out.

The servant helped her off the lower branch, mouth set in a disapproving scowl. "Princess," He scolded, "a few of us servants were looking for you and the Prince for the past few minutes now!"

"For what Edgar?" She cheerily asked, hands going to get stray leaves and sticks from her hair and dress. She was a mess, but that was life. This sort was becoming habit anymore. It was QUITE amusing to see the looks she was getting over her person.

Edgar gave a heavy sigh, unable to be so cross when the little mistress was in such a good mood. She seemed to be so testy anymore...by a Princess's standards anyway. "Your mother wishes to talk to you."

"About what?"

Edgar shrugged. "She just wishes to spend time with you, knowing you'll possibly be leaving soon." He answered, waiting for her to finish cleaning up.

Seconds later, Hiro suddenly dropped to the ground in a crouch from a higher branch. When he straightened, he also went to grab the nature from his person.

"Do you INSIST on making sure we never spend time with each other?" He mildly snapped. He couldn't really be angry with the elder man; he was in too good a mood from the previous proceedings to be. He looked Edgar in the eye, his shining with mirth, just to show the old man he wasn't too serious. Although he meant his words, he also enjoyed the chase.

"I...I was only doing my JOB young master..." Edgar slightly stammered, feeling shamed for ruining such a happy couple's spare moments. They were apart an awful lot anymore.

She patted Edgar's shoulder. "Oh come off it Edgar, Hiro is just playing." She pointedly looked him in the eye, a brow rose. "WEREN'T you?"

He gave a rare smile at her bantering. "Of COURSE I was. The chase was a good one today Edgar." He mused, patting the old man on the arm. "It took you longer to find us this time."

Edgar gave a tentative smile, not used to such drastic mood swings with these two youngsters. Before the little mistress was gone, she was such an even keel lady. But this lad changed her to a boisterous girl. He supposed it wasn't ALL bad...there was a lot more laughter in these stone walls nowadays... "...I TRY Prince Hiro."

"What news from the King?" Hiro asked. The smile almost immediately dropped from his face. "Any news from my father?" Though the games were fun, he was tired of so much idle time. His hands weren't used to not holding a sword for so long. Although he wasn't really complaining at this newest side as far as Relena was concerned, warrior instincts were getting impatient to be practiced again.

Edgar's head shook. "Sorry Prince. There hasn't been any mail as of today." His lips quirked, daring to tease the young prince. "Just like there wasn't yesterday, or the day before that, or-"

"Har, har." He dryly answered, lips minutely tilting. He gave a small sigh and scratched the side of his head. "I guess I should ask next week then..."

"It'll come Hiro." She patronized, lightly patting his shoulder. Turning to Edgar, she extended her hand. "Would you show me to my mother now, Edgar?" She asked, knowing she was keeping her waiting.

It was rude, but she just couldn't act like a Princess with Hiro making her feel so much like a blushing bride. All his kisses and their hiding games were making her feel giddy. She was a child again, able to have fun and be more carefree than she ever remembered being. In times like these, it allowed her to oh-so-casually block out certain instances from her life.

With a nod, Edgar extended his arm and escorted the little mistress to the nearest entrance, Hiro absently following behind.

~*~*~

It took another month and a half to get word back from King Yuy. He was surprised that it didn't take that long to make it to Japan. Breaking the wax seal with his knife, he gently unfolded the parchment and reclined on his bed.

Hiro,

Your decision is as surprising and unexpected, as it is pleasant. I am happy for you my son. You have my support on this, in whatever you do. You've ALWAYS been able to make quite competent decisions on your own, and I trust you with whatever you decide. As for the details, there is a small retreat castle that we used to go to for vacationing in past years. I know you'll remember it. I can turn that into your home until you are ready to rule your homeland. You do not need to send an answer, I know you will decide what's right for you two. We will talk further whenever you arrive.

King Yuy

The family insignia was on the bottom right of the letter, making sure it was no forgery. He stared at the words, letting them blur into unrecognizable blobs.

There was nothing more precious, aside from marrying Relena, that sent his soul soaring. Hearing his father support him entirely was an unexpected gift. He didn't know his father thought so highly of him, not being around him as often as he liked. They could never communicate how he suddenly wished they could. But this was as good as any.

His lips quirked. He wondered how his father would react upon seeing this change. The Prince Hiro his father was acquainted with not so long ago was now Hiro to the royal family and a few of Relena's closer friends. Titles and honor didn't mean as much to him as friendship and love did. As amazing as that sounded for a Prince - considering his father's love of honor and tradition - it wasn't such a big deal.

His eyes strayed back to the paper, focusing on something that popped into his head. The retreat castle? His mind threw back to his twelfth year when he, his father, King Peacecraft, Millardo, and a few other royal guards stayed. He loved that castle. Although small in comparison to the Peacecraft stone walls and the Yuy empire, it was enough for him and Relena, with their servants and guards.

His father loved that castle, since it was in the middle of the wilderness and surrounded by prime hunting grounds. One reason it was built. There was never a dull moment when the thought of hunting wild game was around. They loved it the same, and his father was willing to sacrifice it to make into a home.

His eyes closed to picture it. The bamboo walls would easily hold all Relena's servants - the ones that wished to follow her - and the ones he picked for himself. They would all be quite comfortable there until it came time for his responsibilities to take him. How long that would take, he didn't know. With this newest possibility in front of him, living a happy, quaint life, ruling Japan didn't seem quite as inviting as it did in the past. A wry smile tipped his lips. He owed this new lifestyle all to Relena.

A small, almost timid knock threw him to the present. "Yes?" He called, not wanting to get up. He was having a rare lazy moment, since he wasn't needed to do or say anything, and supper wouldn't be till the sun started setting. It almost felt odd to sit in his room and be alone, since he was always around someone, even a servant.

"Hiro? It's me." She quietly called, hoping her voice carried through the wood. It wasn't really late, but she was feeling tired all at once. Course, all at once included the past few days. "May I come in?"

"Yes, come on in Relena." He called, propping himself up on the large bed. She slowly glided in, looking adorably sleepy. The thick dress she wore almost made her look like a child. He gave a small smile and patted the side of his bed. "Did you need something?"

"Is that it? I heard the letter finally came." She answered, eyes on the parchment in his lap. When he patted the bed again, she moved to it and almost instantly curled up against his side, head on his arm. "Is it good news?" She gave a small yawn. Though she couldn't sleep in her own bed at night, the thought of falling asleep next to Hiro was MORE than inviting. It also gave her an excuse to let him hold her. Being in his arms made her feel twice as safe as being home in Sanc.

He looked to her sideways face with a gentle smile. Impulsively, a finger traced her cheek, feeling how smooth her skin was. A smile momentarily perked her lips, then dropped as she snuggled closer, an arm going over his waist. "Tired?" He asked, looking how she was almost attached to him. His lips quirked a little more.

She gave a yawn in response. "Though I don't know why..." She muttered, blinking to stay awake. The urge to sleep was becoming overwhelming and she almost seemed to sink into the bed. Her eyes peeked open and the arm over his waist boldly reached over and plucked the paper off his lap. "Good news?" She repeated, eyes not taking in any words. All she saw were smart, sharp symbols. She couldn't read it, though she would have to soon.

He took the paper from her hand, setting it on the other side of his body. "He supports me in whatever decision I make." He quietly replied. His eyes softened as he blankly stared at the far wall. "I never really knew he had so much confidence in me."

"Mmm hmmm." She mumbled, slowly snuggling her head into his arm. It was just getting so hard to stay awake... The warm feel of his body and the rumble of his low, soothing voice was enough to put her over the edge if she didn't get up.

An amused brow went up. This was the first time she acted like this that he saw. The way her body seemed to sag into the mattress, and her deep, even breathing was hint enough. "Relena?" He softly called, one hand trailing up her shoulder.

Her eyes struggled to open, managing to squint one a slit. "Hmm?"

He couldn't help a smile at how cute she was being. If this was how she acted whenever she fell asleep in a bed, he would've asked her to sleep with him more often. "Still want to go with me to Japan? My father intends on converting our vacation castle into our home until I am king." His hand continued to lovingly stroke her arm, eyes on her face. "Still interested?"

Her arm snaked over his waist again, having dropped in between them after he took the letter. "...Told you Hiro...I'd follow you...anywhere..." She muttered, finally drifting off. She knew listening to Hiro was important, since this held her future, but it was just so hard to stay awake. She rarely slept like this in her bed, or at night - this was a blessing in disguise.

He listened to her quiet breathing and watched her face, content to watch her sleep. Whenever he held her in the forest, he was always behind her, trying to shelter her from cold. It was plenty warm in his room with the fireplace crackling against one wall, wool covers underneath. She was curled up enough that he wondered if she wore that wool dress just for looks. How could she be so cold, when he was on the verge of hot?

The longer he stared at her sideways and the longer she slept, a certain something became known. He didn't know why he didn't notice it moments before, but total concentration helped. There was a small, almost fearful turn to her brow, as if she was in pain - or scared. Eyes curiously narrowing at this newest twist, his free hand went from her forearm to the back of her head, moving over those silky strands.

He didn't know what was going on in her dreams, since he didn't have the power to see in people's heads. He didn't think Queen Peacecraft did, though she seemed to be able to look into people's eyes and know them.

'What are you experiencing Relena? What's going on in your head?' Concern etched deep blue as he watched

At some point in her slumber, her neck clenched in apparent apprehension and she clung to him like a lifeline. His lips pressed together in helpless worry, but all he could do was hold her tighter and continue to stroke her hair, hoping his presence could ward off this nightmare. He remembered what she said the last time they embraced so tightly. How she was haunted by the sorcerer who tried to bring her home to his king...warded off by his strength. Almost like the way she was clinging to him now.

'What's happening to you Relena?' He wondered, never feeling so helpless and weak. This was out of his ability. All he could do was offer his strength and stability outside the dream world and hope she could somehow latch onto that. 'What's torturing you now?'

~*~*~

That one he saw was the last he was able to encounter. If she experienced any more nightmares, she didn't tell him about it. During the following days since, news of his father's appraisal went through the kingdom and the wedding was prepared. It was a little disheartening to not be married in front of any of his clan, but knew if it was to happen, they wouldn't make it in time. It would take at least a month for the royal family and their servants to appear and get settled. By then, he hoped to be married.

His lips quirked. Princess Relena Peacecraft Yuy - it had a VERY nice ring to it. As he idly walked the gardens in a little solo time while Relena and her mother worked on her wedding dress, he thought about what she'd look like when they reached Japan and got settled. She would have to adapt to his people's customs and lose her current hairstyle and wardrobe. Almost everything about her would have to change and he wondered if she would even want to bring along any of her dresses. She wouldn't be able to wear them, and he would have tailors make her a whole new outfit, just for her. It would be costly, but she was worth it.

Stopping on a bench, his eyes closed with an inhale of the well-kept roses. Many petals fell with the cold weather, but some bushes were not to be outdone. He looked at a light pink set and imagined that color on his betrothed. His head tilted as he pictured her in Japanese garb. She wouldn't be able to wear what he was - most to all his outfits were expensive hakama and haori combination. Although he didn't own others that were quite as fancy as the one she first saw, it was a special occasion and that's what they were there for.

She would look so lovely with her hair braided down her back, a ribbon holding it together. Women of her stature weren't allowed to wear anything but kurotomesode or irotomesode, but she would be able to pull it off. She could pull off any piece of clothing. She would hold the regal look of a queen. Course, that was just his view of her.

A soft wind blew his face and he stood, stretching his muscles to keep the cold out. All this idle time was freezing his warrior's muscles and in quiet, solo times like these, it was hard to turn a blind eye to it.

Arms hid in the large folds of his sleeves. It seemed that everyone in the entire kingdom had something to do but him. Well...no more. He spent ENOUGH time playing allied neighbor. It was time to do something. But what?

His mind buzzed with all the activities as he walked to the wood doors. He didn't need to see to his horse, since the animal was well cared for. His finest garments had been packed for the trip, and all he had to do was put them on. With so much free time, he might as well go outside the walls and scan the area to make sure Relena was safe...

His head shook. He hadn't used his powers in what seemed so long, he wondered if they were still with him. He knew it was dangerous to leave the castle just to check the surrounding area when he had no valid excuse, and there were plenty of guards and knights to keep watch. It made no sense and he trusted these people. Spending a few days in the kingdom before he set out, he quickly came to know most of the knights and how they practiced, finding it intriguing.

Blue lit up and the muscles in his body gave off excited adrenaline. Practicing? Of COURSE! Even though it was autumn, that didn't mean the knights still didn't try to go outside in the courtyard every so often. As he walked to his room to find his armor, he pondered whom he could spar with. Many of the knights here were well trained, but didn't hold up to the degree of his harsh training.

Just after shutting the door to his quarters, his mind revealed one person he knew that was good enough. He donned the leather armor and grabbed his samurai sword, slipping through the ties on his waist. It was just a matter of finding him.

His choices were extremely narrow. He knew the Prince wouldn't be too far away from his family or the courtyards. Getting in some extra practice maybe.

Warrior's instincts proved true when he found the tall prince outside with a personal knight. Standing near the doors, he leaned against the wall and watched Prince Millardo Peacecraft's technique. It would be important to do so, instead of figuring out his moves during practice. Wouldn't it be a shock to find his fellow Prince wouldn't be able to land a single blow...

This skill he possessed, 'reading' people's moves, was important since he didn't carry a shield. All he had was his samurai sword and armor to protect him. If his strength and prowess didn't hold up, it was his own fault for getting hurt.

After what seemed a long while of assessing the prince's skill, he pushed away from the wall and slowly ambled over, eyes still on the match. He wasn't too surprised when the Prince won, since he was extremely skillful. Just what he was hoping for.

Stopping at the edge of the area, arms folded and continued to watch, knowing his presence would be known soon enough. As he watched the Prince help the knight from the ground, he took in the man's attire. His hair was left unbound and there was no armor on his body. One arm was wrapped in a medium-sized shield, the other hand holding a wide, long sword. The only protection was his face; wearing a white mask that covered his nose on up. It covered the crown of his head, making it easier to keep that long hair out of his way.

Eventually, his eyes met the black slits of that white mask and he nodded in a silent hello.

"What brings you out here Prince Yuy?"

If it wasn't obvious by his attire, he figured the knight would've asked. "Tired?" He threw back, not moving.

That covered head tilted to one side as those blank slits seemed to size him up. "I could use another sparring partner. I've fought every knight here and know their moves."

His lips fought to keep even, to not let any emotion show in his giddiness. That task was proving harder and harder these days. Relena's influence, he knew. "Up to the challenge of a different style of combat?"

Nothing on the Prince's face moved. He knew if the mask was off, it probably would've. He now realized it was there for more than facial protection, it protected him from letting others read his emotions. As it stood now, he couldn't read the prince's answer. "Is that what you intend to fight in?"

"Is that what YOU intend to fight in?" He easily repeated, eyes purposely assessing the unguarded attire.

"If I get hurt, it's my own fault for being so sloppy. The wounds will help as reminders to be more defensive next time."

His brow twitched at the impressive answer. That was how HE felt. "And I make it my business to be defensive as well as offensive." He answered, a hand 'casually' resting on the hilt of his sword.

The Prince's lips twitched at its hidden meaning. "Shall I see for myself just how good that statement is?" He baited, throwing the challenge out.

Both were too proud to accept such a crass, open challenge. Outright asking didn't hold the same expectations if put in the wrong words. Their bantering would make the duel last longer than merely putting one on the ground and ending it. This way, they would fight for supremacy and see who was the better fighter. Their egos wouldn't allow them to lose.

With mildly amused eyes, he stepped past the growing circle of men. "No holding back Prince Millardo." He answered, slowly drawing the thin sword from its sheath. It glinted in the light as he quickly checked its condition.

"The same goes for you Prince Hiro. And on the fields, it's Zech Marquise." He answered, bending his knees in a ready stance. The shield on his arm extended in front of him, the large sword resting in the air. Behind the mask, a white brow quirked upward in amusement. "Are you sure such a sword will hold up to my broadsword?"

He gave a quick look to his blade again, Japanese symbols carved near the hilt. It was his formal name and also the names of his parents. Besides his powers and now Relena, it was his most valuable possession. "This very sword cut down half of the pig king's army that held the princess hostage."

Zech's lips momentarily pursed before smoothing. "Impressive." He bent a little lower, the thrill of a new challenge coursing in his veins. "Shall we put it to the test?"

"Till the other quits." He finalized.

Both hands gripped the long, cloth-wrapped hilt as he took a sideways fighting stance, pointing the tip to his adversary. In only a moment of sizing the other up, his sword angled with his arm and blocked Zech's first blow with a resounding clang.

They played as if children involved in a game. Each sent a possible killing blow. His sword was only a single sharp edge while Zech's broadsword could cut either way. He held size at a disadvantage, but Zech's didn't seem that much of a burden, even with the shield on his arm. The taller moved as fluidly as he, but was loaded down by extra weight. His sword was both offensive and defensive, and it did hold up to the hearty blows of a much larger sword. Craftsmen in Japan made sure of that. For that reason, it allowed him to block every blow with assured quickness that had nothing to do with reading his opponent's moves.

Their clangs and battle cries drew a larger crowd than either liked to see, but made sure their fighting circle wasn't pressed. Neither was going to stop and the distraction was liable to be their losing factor. In return, both tried to ignore what was going on around them, outside the circle that nearly every knight in the courtyard carved. It was almost hard to see around them. But they were being given a good show for stopping their practice.

Sweat started dripping from his bangs, flying off as he started to tire. Relena's elder brother was giving him a workout, even better than those back home. His situation was the same as Zechs's; he knew all their movements and that made it too easy. But there was one thing this English prince had that none of his Japanese sparring partners did; ruthlessness.

There was a grim expression to the prince's mouth, though he knew Zechs was enjoying this. They were both concentrating, giving it their all. His face slipped into that emotionless mask that disappeared during his trip back to Sanc. If Zechs wanted a battle, then he would give him one.

They were both showing signs of tire, but neither let up. This was going to kill one of them, but they were warriors and that never crossed their minds. It was getting more and more like a fight to stay alive than just a regular practice. Some of the surrounding knights looked on in wide-eyed wonder and each other with a mix of worry and fear.

Both looked too enthralled and Prince Yuy held such a fierce look on his face that some wondered about his mindset. They knew of the Yuy / Peacecraft alliance and his betrothal to the Princess, but if he was thinking of hurting their only Prince, they would have to step in . Some wondered if that was even POSSIBLE. They kept looking at the shorter Prince's way of dodging and attacking. His eyes were narrowed in what looked like anger, but flinched just before the taller could get a strike to him.

It was getting to be a fight in itself to keep wielding the sword with his same speed and agility. How much time passed he didn't know, but predicting Zechs's moves helped slow his exhaustion down. That was his only saving grace. He figured since his adversary was able to gauge his moves after a time - as he said - he added a few twists.

Since Zechs was using somewhat underhanded methods, he kept switching hands while he fought, keeping the Prince off-balanced. He didn't need to see Prince Millardo's eyes to know the change was unexpected. When he suddenly fought from right to left hand, those lips would slightly tighten as he moved.

Being Japanese, and trained in more arts than just swordsmanship, he also held a few cards up his armored sleeve. Zechs pushed his shield up seconds after a strike in hopes to off-balance him, where - normally - one would simply strengthen his hold on the shield to keep from being pushed down. His sword went for more killing strikes than was necessary, or swinging for his legs and waist. He would make repeated jab attempts with the point of his sword. All were easily blocked in some way.

He knew all the methods the white-haired prince was using, and it was wearing him out. The heavy broadsword weighed down his arm, even as developed as it was. The shield hand was more lowered than when they started. He held no armor, but the mask on his face wasn't tight enough to keep the sweat from dripping past and Zechs would shake his head so often as if to move it out of his way. The mask was now more a burden than help.

All his seemingly useless or odd attributes were giving him the upper hand. The thin sword was light as it was durable, allowing his developed arms to keep blocking with the speed he needed and keep attacking. The armor he wore was light and durable, and it was more than his partner was wearing. His height made it easier to duck the wide, high swings for his head. And his face, though uncovered, was as emotionless as Zechs's mask.

The only thing he needed was an opening. One single slip from Zechs and he could proclaim himself victor. A sliver in his mind told him to use OTHER methods he was trained in. His partner would never expect something like that, and he could talk his way out of any offending anger if that ever happened.

The honorable, LOGICAL part of his mind said he was holding well on his own and to show more extent of his abilities would leave him without an ace if they ever practiced in the future. Depending on how long he would remain in Sanc, it was liable that he and Zechs Marquise would get a few more rounds in. If that was the case, he could always use his secret agility another time.

But the battle was becoming repetitive and long now. He could almost see Zechs's moves before he made them. Even though he knew the Prince's moves already, one could almost count him a seer by the way he was moving. He could never stand to lose, even at practice. If he needed to find a way to get this tedious fight over with, then he could find a gray medium and not show all his talents.

Bending lower than necessary during an overhead strike, he blocked it with his sword and leaned on one leg, striking a long leg with his other. Zech's face became surprised before he staggered back from the sudden off-centered weight. Both shield and sword flailed as the Prince tried to get his balance back, he shot up and delivered a high side kick to the shield, sending the Prince crashing to the ground.

Not wanting to waste the split second opportunity, he stood on one side and started bringing the tip to Zechs's neck, only to have the shield blocking his entire face. A foot lashed to his side, catching him unprepared for a ground fight. He only saw Zechs fight while standing and didn't know how to predict or know these moves. His feet swept from him and he crashed to the ground, air knocked from him. He was just thankful to keep his head straight as he fell and a tight hold on the sword to keep it from flying and injuring someone.

Before he could get up, Zechs rolled to one side and swung the edge of the shield to his neck. Even though blunt, it was still sharp enough to break skin. The broadsword lay behind him, forgotten. Kneeling, the shield to his neck, his sword pointed up, Zechs paused. "A funny situation we have here Prince Hiro. If I move in, I'll impale you with my shield."

"And I'll run you through with my sword." He finished, looking into those black slits. While at a standstill, both sets of chests heaved from a sudden halt in exertion.

After a second of hesitation, Zechs's mouth suddenly turned into a wry grin. "Then we'd have to call this a standstill. A tie even."

His eyes shown, even though the rest of his face was impassive. "The question is, who will lower their weapon first?"

"How bout you do BOTH at the same time?!" Both fighters swung their gazes to a part in the circle to find Relena standing with crossed arms and a tapping foot. "And give me an explanation at what you were DOING!"

Zechs's shield almost casually pulled away and his sword slowly lowered. He felt a little embarrassed that Relena saw him lose, and mildly cowered down at the rare glare on her face directed their way.

"Hello sister." Zechs greeted. The empty hand went to his fallen companion and helped him up. Afterward, he stopped before her as the knights were already dispersing back to their practice. "We were just involved in a hearty practice and didn't hear you approach."

"That's not what it looked like to ME." She snapped. She met Hiro's wide-eyed gaze and pinned him with her glare. "Are you crazy? Millardo is the best knight we have in England! He could've KILLED you!"

"Ah, but Relena, he held up just fine." A hand clapped his back and he could feel his cheeks burn at such praise from another warrior. It was a change from their earlier banter. "He's as good as I am, if not better in some spots." As Zechs spoke, the shield dropped from his hand and the other took off his mask, meeting his sister's eyes. "And here I thought when you marry young Prince Yuy he wouldn't be able to protect you as I could."

His cheeks flamed a little more, but his pride boosted with his ego. Prince Millardo thought THAT of him? Did he really look like it? He rescued Relena, hadn't he?

"My training made me MORE than capable to handle any threat that comes my way Zechs Marquise." He evenly answered, getting over the shock of Relena's off-keel behavior.

"You'll have to show me some of those amazing moves you did." Zechs added, casting a sideways glance. "I was surprised you could go from a crouch to a full standing position after our fight and kick me with as much force as you did."

He gave a small smile. "Secrets from Japan are not readily given out." He joked, the grin rising.

"Then I'll have to do my best to get them from you a second time."

"Over my dead body!" She snapped, irritated that they forgot she was two foot from them. Their gazes were openly surprised, but she brushed it off. "What I saw from the window wasn't normal practice Millardo. You know I've watched you from time to time, but THAT wasn't your normal fighting!"

"Relena," Zechs placated, "it was a rousing joust I fully enjoyed. Possibly the best practice I received in a long time." Turning to him, he gave an appraised look. "You and I will have to trade secrets. Like how you were able to anticipate my movements."

She felt like screaming. She didn't know why, but seeing Hiro on the ground sent a rush of panic through her and it took all her willpower to keep from pushing through the knights to make sure he was alright. Knowing Millardo was the one fighting him didn't even come into her mind. She feared he would be killed, which could happen since they were both using sharp swords, and she wouldn't be able to marry him.

Right now, it was what kept her happy anymore. She loved Hiro and being able to be his wife sent a rush of excitement through her every time she thought about it. Making her wedding dress took a lot longer to still the anticipated shake in her hands and fidgeting body. Seeing this and hearing how they were basically ignoring her snapped her patience and reared an anger she didn't know she had. She didn't like it, but felt compelled to run with it.

Stopping inches from Millardo, her chin rose to look him in the face, finger jabbing his chest. "You harm one hair on his head and I will never forgive you." She lowly promised, glaring.

"Relena, what has gotten INTO you?" He asked, deep blue staring like he never saw her before. He was touched by her apparent worry, but also embarrassed that she didn't think he could handle himself. Didn't she see how he fought off all the warriors? He knew the answer since he sent her into the woods to hide, but she didn't miss ALL the battle.

Her eyes swung his way. "And YOU! How DARE you worry me out of my mind when our wedding is so close at hand? I don't want you doing harm to yourself that would scare me in any way!" She nearly stalked to him and also jabbed her finger against his chest. "We're getting married and I don't want anything to come between me being your wife!"

"Sister, is something bothering you?" Zechs asked, almost amused at his sister's rare display of public anger. Sure she was angry in the past - she was human - as he was. They were both prone to things of hate and anger, but seeing it here and now over such a common thing like sword practice was almost funny.

She looked at him with incredulous eyes. "Me? I see you two going at it like you want to kill each other and you ask what's wrong with ME?!" Hands momentarily gripped her braided hair in frustration before flinging into the air. "You two should check the tightness of your armors before fighting as you were last time!" Her voice nearly cracked in her fury and she gave into a small scream. "MEen! They never THINK!"

Giving them a disgusted look, also finding them giving her odd, amused looks, she gave another small scream and stalked off to her room. She didn't feel like even looking at her wedding dress, lest she throw all her and her mother's hard work into the fire.

As she stomped away, Zechs met his gaze, and he found it nearly identical to his own. "Did I miss something?" He asked, eyes narrowing in apparent confusion. The glorious mock battle they both enjoyed lay forgotten in their chastement and they didn't know how to present themselves. A hand scratched the back of his head.

Zechs's head shook, a smile on his lips. "Don't EVER try to figure out a woman. Trust me Prince, when you become my age, you learn not to get into a woman's head - it's just too complicated."

They both looked where she went. "You're not that much older than I am." He defended, the edges of his mouth tilting at another beginning banter. He suddenly found he could get used to this with Millardo.

Millardo looked at him, though he didn't look back. "You may be a trifle seven years my junior Prince Yuy, but that's still more than enough to know the ways of the world."

"Have you been able to figure out ANY women in those short years?"

"Not a one."

~*~*~

She paced a small circle in her room, still shrouded in anger. The NERVE of those two, scaring her witless! She was just walking the halls to clear her head when she saw those two going at it. She couldn't even realize a single person could feel that much fear. For a split second, she even forgot to breathe. Then anger sent her rushing down the stairs to the courtyard doors in a terror known only to being kidnapped from Sanc.

She stopped pacing and looked out the window. She just didn't know what to think anymore! With the wedding approaching faster than a hummingbird's wings, a sudden discourse of emotions kept unraveling in her. She wondered if that was the reason for the odd dreams she was constantly having. They were the worst sort of vivid nightmare, one she kept reliving until startled awake.

It was like breaking away from some sort of invisible hold.

Not wanting to think of that unpleasant situation, she went to the clothes chest under her window and sat on it, elbows leaning on the sill. After propping her head up, she stared outside with a sort of bored fascination, admiring the view from her room.

As she stared, the view almost melted to a barren wasteland, so much an imitation of the pig king's kingdom. Once red, yellow, and paling green leaves suddenly turned brown as if a gust of wind shriveled them up. They quickly fell, some breaking to pieces before blowing in the wind. The hard frigid ground, with tufts of green, yellowish grass shriveled in the blink of an eye and almost shrank into the earth.

She blinked at the image her window surrounded, as if she'd taken leave of her senses. Rubbing her eyes and experimentally opening, the vision returned.

It couldn't be! But it WAS! Although not in it, this barren wasteland that held her eyes captive was the same one she came upon after fleeing through the forest!

The heels of her hands dug into her eyes, quickly pressing them as if the pain could stop this. Somewhere in the back of her mind, amidst the harsh wind in her ears, she heard the sorcerer's cruel laughter, taunting her all over again. Dread gripped her. She couldn't go through it again! She went through the same horrific, repetitive dream every night since the feasts started!

The laughter seemed to grow with the wind and the heels disengaged from her eyes to cover her ears. It did more than mock her, it filled her with a sense of helplessness and eerie solitude. She felt all alone, back in the tower among a cruel race who didn't know what gentleness was.

Standing and quickly backing away from the window as if a snake ready to bite, she wondered if it were possible to escape. Before she could just wake and be free; but how did one wake from reality? But this COULDN'T be reality, her mind screamed!

It was drowned out by the sudden cold shiver that crept up her spine, like a slimy finger trailing up in pleasure of watching her distress.

Swinging around, wild eyes searched the room as if the king was there. She almost expected his disgusting grin and mocking voice, asking her if the people she returned to was what she wanted. Just as the water reached up to grab her and wrapped her up with a liquid hand, that voice would always ask her that.

Is THIS what you fled from me for? Fear? I can take you back and give you safety and security Princess...

She gulped, finding her throat dry. She would die before going back to that! If this was a dream and she somehow fell asleep on the window, she would run as she always did and hope to get away from malice and pain.

Whirling to the door, she threw it open and found an unexpected sight. Not hesitating, her body hurled itself into Hiro's strong arms, almost knocking them over. They instantly wrapped around her and she felt his warmth and strength. Relieved tears pricked her eyes and she openly sobbed, burying her face against his chest. Her skin chafed leather and she found he still wore his armor from the afternoon.

Realization struck her - it WASN'T a dream. The horrific vision of the outside was real, and there was no way she could escape it. Then what to DO?

He looked down, the wracking, terrified sobs wrenching his heart. He meant to follow her after a while to give her time to cool down, but wanted to know her reasons for acting the way she did. Rage and irritation just didn't become her, nor was there a valid reason for her behaving the way she did.

It utterly baffled and surprised him when she threw the door open with a wide-eyed look. He wasn't able to get a word in before she went and broke down. It threw his mind into confusion, and anger. If someone said or did something to her to make her feel this way, they were going to PAY!

He eyed the top of her head and tightened his hold. She didn't seem capable of anything, and he picked her up before she could bat an eye. As he carried her to her bed - arms already around his neck, face still against his armor - he comprehended a few things. She was light as a feather and he wondered if she was eating enough. Ever since they arrived and her father threw grand feast after grand feast, she ate only one plate of a sampling of items. He never recognized it before, figuring her stomach wouldn't be able to handle so much food after so little in entrapment and their journey.

And gods, the way she felt in his arms...he couldn't describe the feelings that swelled his heart, and sent worry accompanying them. She felt so right in his arms, like she belonged there - and should STAY there.

Regardless of how he felt, she was put on her bed and he sat next to her, letting her cling to him. Whatever happened, he wasn't going to judge until she was able to tell him. He wanted her to know she could always confide in him, no matter what the problem that plagued her heart.

It quickly became imperative to him that such an important bond be formed. They were to be man and wife soon, and although a lot of marriages were made for alliances, money, titles, or power, he wanted this one to be different. He didn't know much love in his life before he met Relena Peacecraft, but suddenly wanted to make it his entire reason for living. Living for love suddenly didn't seem so bad.

She finally let go, though it almost pained her to do so. She feared if she did, this strong comfort might leave and show her just how weak-spirited she really was. To know that, after enduring all she had with a proud dignity, shamed her.

But nothing embarrassed her more to find the vision gone, and Hiro staring at her in concern. She met his gaze for a split second, then dropped it to the bed, fingers daintily toying with her blanket. How could she explain what just happened or the feelings that choked her heart? There weren't words that would do them justice, or to let him perceive the fear she felt just moments ago.

Under her lashes, she stole a look outside the window and found the sky a bright blue, not the cloudy, gray muck from her vision. Her head jerked to it, eyes widening. It was so REAL! And now it was gone?! What was WRONG with her? Was she losing her mind??

"Relena?" The tension was extremely thick and he almost hated to break it. Whatever happened before he stepped to her room passed, leaving her utterly mortified at something. He didn't know how to handle this, but he endeavored to try. If he just left, he would be no better than all the brashness she received in her life. She needed a lifeline right now, someone to talk to. If he could get her to talk !

Her eyes closed as she became acutely aware that Hiro was not even an inch away, waiting for her explanation. She harshly swallowed and folded her hands in her lap. Her mind wracked for the right words to dismiss it as nothing. She dealt with this night upon night without his help, one more day should mean nothing.

Except dealing with it DURING the day was more than nothing, it meant something. And it was a something she didn't know she wanted to comprehend.

"Yes Hiro?" She whispered, forcing her gaze to meet his. If she cowered, it would show just how frail she was. She hated being fragile and small. This whole experience tested her vigor and it was a harsh reality in the end to know she wasn't who she thought she was, wasn't as strong-minded as she thought.

When she gave him a brief glance and looked at the bed again, his heart constricted. Whatever was eating at her was bad enough that she wouldn't even look him in the eye. She ALWAYS looked him in the eye whenever they talked! Could whatever she was facing be so terrible?

"Look at me Relena." He whispered, almost urgently. A breath of silence passed before her head meekly shook and denied him the privilege of seeing her beautiful eyes. "Please." When it didn't look like she would do anything but break down, his hands moved and cupped her face, pulling her gaze up. She didn't resist, and he was glad she wasn't purposely ignoring him. This instance she was trying to battle wasn't due to him, it was just eating her alive. He could see the anguish and receding bouts of terror in her eyes as her emotions sought to get under control. His thumbs stroked her cheeks, rubbing at old stains. "Please tell me what's wrong."

More tears fell at how gentle and caring he was being. It was like an absolute different side than the normal romantic Hiro Yuy. The touch of his skin sent shivers down her body, bringing heat into her limbs, warming them against the chill. She let that familiar, passionate warmth bring her to life enough to answer him. What she could say, she didn't know. But the truth would be nice. Hiro should know he was dealing with a woman who had lost her mind.

"I saw a vision from my nightmares." She whispered. The dead land and dark skies brought another shiver. She could almost hear the mocking laughter, and squeezed her eyes shut to block it out, also pulling her face from Hiro's grip.

"More nightmares?" He asked, hands dropping. He watched her try to invoke strength when there was none. This wasn't the first time she looked like this. When they fled the pig king's kingdom, she held this scared, lost look for a long time. He hoped it was gone, but it was just in the recesses of her mind.

Her eyes jerked to his, wide in disbelief. "You knew I had nightmares?" She breathed. She hadn't told him before now. How did he know??

A hand rose and knuckles brushed against her skin as if trying to take away fear and doubt. "When you fell asleep in my room the morning I received my father's letter, you clung to me like you did that day in the forest." His fingers traced the line of her brow, trying to smooth confusion. "I remember what you told me that day and it made me wonder." The hand gently cupped her chin, as if she were china he could break with a single touch. "What's going ON Relena?"