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Roses Are Red
Chapter two: Quatre
The cheerful, angelic boy looked just like a prince should. Innocence shinned in blue depths and hair of white gold framed a face that held the blessings of becoming childishly handsome. With twenty-nine sisters and one King for a father, Quatre was lacking in friends. He knew how he should act, but the King was always busy and all he had for guidance were his sisters and his nurse-maid.
When the boy was born, the last child of his father's true wife, his father had gotten rid of his concubines, only keeping them around so they may watch over their daughters. Quatre's mother had died during childbirth and he was heir to the throne and there would not be another boy.
When he reached eleven, he found his first best friend in the form of a young boy named Trowa Barton. He was in the mercenary group that his father had hired to guard the palace wall with the Maganacs.
The boy was a year older and had light brown hair covering one of his emerald eyes. As they were the only boys in their age group in the whole palace, they were often seen together when Quatre wasn't in classes and Trowa wasn't being trained to fight.
At twelve, Trowa's hands held Quatre Winner's life in them. He was the personal body guard of his best friend. It was thought that people would think the young prince to be open to attack, while really, he walked, talked, and joked with a professional guard. Trowa didn't talk much and his face and eyes, if both showed, could give anyone the impression that he was only humoring the young prince. Quatre knew different, Trowa would talk when heed needed to and didn't waist words.
Quatre longed to leave the palace walls, but was held against his wishes for his safety. He was taught to fight and to get his way. If the person he was talking to looked him in the eye, they would agree to anything if Quatre let them see pleading and innocence in his ice eyes. He used anything and everything to an advantage, but he wasn't mean or callus. He wasn't selfish by a long shot. He could manipulate, but he looked at everyone else's above his own, mainly his subject's gain.
He was made King at seventeen when his father was killed only days before Quatre's eighteenth birthday. A choice was being made about power.
Treize Khushrenada wanted the Winner Kingdom. The organization OZ had taken over much of the world and the Winner Kingdom, though small, was powerful and influential. Quatre's father had disagreed and Quatre felt that that was the right choice to make. After looking through everything, it was decided that they would stay out of the struggle for power unless the OZ organization made hostile moves towards them. Quatre had his mind set and the others agreed on him course of action, but not necessarily the course that the young king would take.
Quatre agreed, six months after his father died, to speak with Treize. He hoped that the could sway their view from his kingdom. Messengers had already been sent to all of the towns, telling them to be calm, but have weapons ready, just in case. With the Maganacs and the mercenaries on double duty, the palace became twice as guarded and protected.
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Yes, I know it's short! I'm not good with Quatre! Leave me alone, unless it's good, I don't really mind any type of review, I don't like flames, but it wouldn't bother me. I just don't want to hear that it's short! This had, or it would make it easier to understand, not necessary, but it is the palace's history. Don't hurt me! Most chappies will be longer! I think that this will be the shortest chappie!
In other news; thank you to rikasakuraduo-heerosyliaspike, sorry if it's a bit misspelled, man spell-checks great! 'nywayz, c-ya! ~C-Bear
Roses Are Red
Chapter two: Quatre
The cheerful, angelic boy looked just like a prince should. Innocence shinned in blue depths and hair of white gold framed a face that held the blessings of becoming childishly handsome. With twenty-nine sisters and one King for a father, Quatre was lacking in friends. He knew how he should act, but the King was always busy and all he had for guidance were his sisters and his nurse-maid.
When the boy was born, the last child of his father's true wife, his father had gotten rid of his concubines, only keeping them around so they may watch over their daughters. Quatre's mother had died during childbirth and he was heir to the throne and there would not be another boy.
When he reached eleven, he found his first best friend in the form of a young boy named Trowa Barton. He was in the mercenary group that his father had hired to guard the palace wall with the Maganacs.
The boy was a year older and had light brown hair covering one of his emerald eyes. As they were the only boys in their age group in the whole palace, they were often seen together when Quatre wasn't in classes and Trowa wasn't being trained to fight.
At twelve, Trowa's hands held Quatre Winner's life in them. He was the personal body guard of his best friend. It was thought that people would think the young prince to be open to attack, while really, he walked, talked, and joked with a professional guard. Trowa didn't talk much and his face and eyes, if both showed, could give anyone the impression that he was only humoring the young prince. Quatre knew different, Trowa would talk when heed needed to and didn't waist words.
Quatre longed to leave the palace walls, but was held against his wishes for his safety. He was taught to fight and to get his way. If the person he was talking to looked him in the eye, they would agree to anything if Quatre let them see pleading and innocence in his ice eyes. He used anything and everything to an advantage, but he wasn't mean or callus. He wasn't selfish by a long shot. He could manipulate, but he looked at everyone else's above his own, mainly his subject's gain.
He was made King at seventeen when his father was killed only days before Quatre's eighteenth birthday. A choice was being made about power.
Treize Khushrenada wanted the Winner Kingdom. The organization OZ had taken over much of the world and the Winner Kingdom, though small, was powerful and influential. Quatre's father had disagreed and Quatre felt that that was the right choice to make. After looking through everything, it was decided that they would stay out of the struggle for power unless the OZ organization made hostile moves towards them. Quatre had his mind set and the others agreed on him course of action, but not necessarily the course that the young king would take.
Quatre agreed, six months after his father died, to speak with Treize. He hoped that the could sway their view from his kingdom. Messengers had already been sent to all of the towns, telling them to be calm, but have weapons ready, just in case. With the Maganacs and the mercenaries on double duty, the palace became twice as guarded and protected.
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Yes, I know it's short! I'm not good with Quatre! Leave me alone, unless it's good, I don't really mind any type of review, I don't like flames, but it wouldn't bother me. I just don't want to hear that it's short! This had, or it would make it easier to understand, not necessary, but it is the palace's history. Don't hurt me! Most chappies will be longer! I think that this will be the shortest chappie!
In other news; thank you to rikasakuraduo-heerosyliaspike, sorry if it's a bit misspelled, man spell-checks great! 'nywayz, c-ya! ~C-Bear