Golden Boy
Ch.2
Mirror Image

Thanks to vampirempress62 for her review.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks. Disney does.

Sorry it's taken me a while to update. I've had writer's block as of late.

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Isabella Marcianno stood around socializing and waiting for dinner to begin. She scanned the crowd looking for the leader of the Brotherhood of the Blade and the handsome, young trainee she had heard so much about. Supposedly he looked exactly like his grandfather, Alexander Desnar who was the leader of the Brotherhood before Ray L'onar. It was sworn that Duke was the mirror image of him when he was a young man. However, that was gossip; she had to see for herself. Her best friend Irene and her daughter Riley had just walked up.

"Hey Belle" Irene chirped. She scanned the crowd quickly but expertly and after a second she leaned over and whispered "Where's the L'orange boy. The lack of resplendence in the room is depressing". Just as she said this Duke's lithe form appeared at the top of the sweeping marble staircase. "Mommy what's resplendence?" Riley questioned. Still staring at Duke, Irene stated "That, honey, is resplendence." He truly was gorgeous no doubt about that. He stood there, deep chocolate brown eyes shining, flashing a heartwarming pearly white smile. Unlike his usual style, his hair was gelled on the very top and the rest fell in soft loose curls. He wore a black suit with a silver shirt underneath and a slate gray tie.

Slowly and gracefully he descended the stairs. Murmurs of "the name suits him" "Alex all over again" and "breathtakingly attractive" filled the crowded room and resulted in a slight buzzing sound. Still smiling, he practically glided down the few stairs he had left. The magnificent scene rendered images of Puckworld's lost royalty and resurrected thoughts of chivalry, knighthood, and grandeur. Belle watched as her husband greeted the young boy in the traditional Renatian style (a rather rough and masculine embrace followed by a pat on the back). Dominique began to greet the rest of the Brotherhood. Strangely no one had taken notice of the other's entries. She quickly and agilely made her way through the crowd searching for her handsome young target like a lioness on the prowl. She was careful not to make her aim to obvious so she spoke to many other guests before reaching Duke.

Finally she reached him. " Hello Duke" she said smiling genuinely and examining his features more closely. "Good evening, Mrs. Marcianno," he answered " I had heard you were beautiful but even the descriptions I got didn't do justice to you" (yes he was born flirt and flatterer). She smiled even more broadly as he knelt down to kiss her hand. As he did this she took in the broad shoulders and amazingly thick hair that adorned this very proper boy's form. She laughed and said "Why how sweet but I bet you say that just to be polite. What would a handsome young thing like you want with an old woman like me?" "Oh no ma'am," he added quickly "I mean it you really are beautiful". Duke scanned the crowd and noted that Mr. Marcianno was still talking to Ray and James. Seconds later soft music began to play. "Would you like to dance?" he asked. Belle nodded and walked out onto the dance floor with him. She walked closer to him and they got in position to dance. Duke failed to notice the particular gleam in her eyes then.

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No this was a planned part to the story. I swear it's beginning to write itself.

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