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Spoils of War Ch. 6
Duo watched warily as Quatre stalked towards the scene of the fight. The five guards were regrouping and waking up the two that had charged Trowa while said slave and Heero stood off to the side. Duo was angry himself, but he'd never seen Quatre like this. The blonde was red in the face and obviously seething. Normally Quatre looked as intimidating as a kitten, now he looked closer to a tiger.
"What in God's name did you think you were doing?!?!" Quatre demanded as he stood before the five guards.
"These slaves were overstepping their boundaries." Piped one.
"Yeah, we were just teaching them their place." Another interjected.
"So you gave yourselves the authority to injure our personal slaves!?!?!" Quatre gestured to Duo who stood behind him.
The guards faces paled to a sickly gray color.
"Your…slaves?!" One croaked looking as if he'd be sick.
"Yes, our slaves." Quatre glared menacingly,"You have no authority to even touch them let alone hurt them! Besides you know violence of any nature is strictly forbidden on palace grounds unless absolutely necessary. I hardly call two unarmed slaves a reason to become violent."
"He attacked me first." The first guard spoke out weakly.
"You were abusing his horse!"
"It's not his horse!" The guard shouted.
"Don't you dare raise your voice to me." Quatre's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You will regret it."
"I apologize sire, but it's not his horse." The guard whimpered meekly.
"Then who's is it?" Quatre questioned coolly.
"Uh… Yours sire. Duke Dermail sent them."
"Then I give it to him. But that is not the point. You are not to raise a hand to them EVER. It is not your place to punish them should they deserve punishment."
"But they fought as well.!" The fourth guard protested.
"SILENCE!!! Lord Duo and I will deal with them personally. As for you five…"
Duo decided he'd never seen anything so ridiculous in his entire life. Five burley guards were cowering in the face of a boy smaller then himself. This is priceless.
"If I ever hear of you touching my slave again, I'll personally see that the traditional execution for such an act is carried out." Quatre glared a moment, letting his words sink in. "Now get out of me sight!" He spat in disgust.
The guards scurried away as fast as humanly possible while Duo stared in shock. Quatre never makes death threats!
Turning towards the castle Quatre began to tramp back towards the large stone structure.
"Duo, Trowa, Heero!" Quatre barked. It was clear by his tone he wouldn't welcome disobedience. They quickly followed him.
"Your Highness what about the horses?" Duo asked as they gathered at the palace steps.
"Will they allow themselves to be taken to a stable?" Quatre turned to Heero and Trowa.
"If I tell him to, Heavyarms will follow a person, but they can't touch him."
Heero simply nodded.
Quatre nodded spotting a stable boy, waving him over.
"Yes sire?" The boy asked dropping to one knee.
"I want you to take those two horses to the stables." Quatre gestured to the two waiting mounts. "Call them over." Quatre commanded. Heero and Trowa complied.
"You can lead the white one. Undress him at the stall, but I don't advise touching the chestnut. He'll just follow you." Quatre watched while Trowa talked to his horse.
"Beggin' your pardon Majesty but I don't think we have a stall big enough for the chestnut."
"Then put it in a pasture." Quatre dismissed heading into the castle. Heero and Trowa watched Quatre carefully as they followed behind Duo. There was a lot of command behind the small boy.
"Duo, do as you wish with Heero, but I'd like to speak with Trowa alone."
Duo nodded and began to move toward his and Heero's quarters, the blue-eyed boy in tow.
Trowa followed Quatre silently as they moved toward their room. Upon entering, Quatre shut the door and turned to regard Trowa, anger still evident in his posture. Stalking up to the taller boy he raised a hand. Trowa tensed for the oncoming blow. He was surprised when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and a small warm body pressed against his.
"Don't you dare do that again, Trowa…"Quatre whispered hugging his slave…friend close.