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"Miss Katrina!"

Katrina was her code name. It was partially assigned to her because it was one of the most common names in the region. The village that was nearby resided in the old territory that had formally belonged to the Sanc Kingdom. Queen Katrina Peacecraft has always been a beloved figure to the people.

Relena had been slightly uneasy about taking the woman's name. She had no idea who Katrina really had been, but in this case, the code name had a meaning for her. Sitting under the tree in the front yard, surrounded by roses and violets, she looked up to see Nana. Nana was an elderly woman who lived down the road from them, and frequently brought deserts and treats. Heero had neglected to tell her on the initial arrival that everyone in the village had been told they were a newly wed couple.

Owen and Katrina Yuy.

"Miss Katrina!"

The idea still floored her. There was a simple gold band on her finger, one that Relena had taken to rubbing her thumb over when she was thinking. It was a stupid habit to develop, considering that this whole thing was only temporary.

"Nana," Relena smiled at the old woman, "Forgive me, I was lost in thought."

The woman grinned, "It wouldn't happen to be able a certain someone, hm?"

She blushed.

In fact, it was. Heero was pretty much all she thought about these days. It was rather pathetic.

When they passed each other in the hallway, she noticed he had started touching her. Light brushes, like his hand simply grazing her hand. He would stop her in the pantry once in a while and brush his lips over her cheek. She would do the same to the back of his neck when he was working at the dining table.

"Say, dear, I've come to tell you the news!"

"News?"

"Both of you are new in town, so you probably don't know about the annual masquerade," Nana told her, "Everyone dresses up and there are events in the square. You and Owen should come. It'll be in two days."

Relena thought a moment. It sounded fun. Would Heero go for it? Probably not.

"I'll talk to him about it. We're still settling in, and I-"

"Oh, of course! How silly of me," Nana gasped, "I forgot that you're still recovering. How have you been lately, dear?"

Everyone in the village thought that she had been in some sort of car accident. It had worked very well for a cover story. Relena was healing quickly, and two weeks after the accident, she would be better in no time. She had been lucky that the bullet had been easily removed and hadn't hit anything vital.

"I'm doing very well."

"That's wonderful, dear. Well, I must be going! The apple pie won't bake itself. I'll bring you some when it's finished."

Relena grinned, "Thank you very much."

She figured that if she had a grandma, she would have pictured her like Nana. She was starting to get attached to the woman, and their way of life. Heero had warned her at the beginning not to get to cozy. They would have to return to the real world at some point.

But, she couldn't help it. She couldn't detach herself like Heero. She liked these people and the quiet house, and sitting under the tree with the roses that she planted. Relena hated lying to everyone, telling them that she was someone she wasn't. She didn't like that she was pretending to be Heero's wife when she wasn't really, and part of her wished that she could have been.

She had been in love with him for the better part of three years. It had been so long that Relena wouldn't even deny it to herself. She loved Heero with every fiber of her being. That's why it was so easy for her to play the newly wedded wife. It wasn't hard to act like she loved and cared for him.

Heero, on the hand, was probably thinking this was a mission. A cover that could be shed easily.

Then again...Relena sighed and rest her back against the tree. The book sat face-down in her lap. Closing her eyes, she touched her hand to her chest, there was only the minimum dressing on her wound now, and pretty soon, the stitches could be taken out. The pain was only a low dull that only served to remind her that she was still president and this was all a lie.

Then again...she thought to herself, when Heero kissed her, it didn't feel like he was in a cover.

"Relena," he whispered. She almost jumped, having not heard him. He talked low enough so no one could hear him say her name, "Are you alright? Does your wound hurt?"

"I'm alright," she said, giving him a smile. If she didn't, he would be concerned, and then pull her back in the house.

He sat across from her, "What's troubling you?"

"Nothing really," she lied. Heero left it. "Nana came by and told me that there was going to be a masquerade and town fair in a few days. We should go," she held her breath, "If we're dressed up, no one will know who I am."

"Relena-"

"I swear to you, Heero. I could make a costume that no one would link me with, well...myself. I promise. Please, can we go?"

He stared at her a moment, "We can on one condition."

"What?"

"Tell me what's wrong."

Relena sighed. He wasn't going to let it go. She leaned back against the tree, "I never get to be myself," she said, horrified that she could feel her voice crack, "The last two weeks, I have been more relaxed than I have ever been, but it feels like a lie. Like I have to fool everyone and bury myself in this cover in order to save myself. I understand the importance, but I don't like lying so much to people that I care about-"

"Relena-"

"-I know that you said not to get attached, but I can't help it. These people are so nice, and they treat me like a regular person. No bowing or scraping. No 'yes, Miss Relena' this or 'of course, Madam President' that. But at the same time..." she took a deep breath, "...there is no one I can be myself with. No one that knows who I am."

"Relena."

She looked up at him. Heero leaned over her, bracing himself on the tree trunk over her head. He kissed her forehead.

"I know who you are," he told her, "You never have to lie or be in a cover around me, and you never will because I will always see you."

Relena stared at him for a moment, and then smiled, "Thank you, Heero."

"We'll go the town fair if you can make a sufficient disguise."

"Thank you, Heero!" her arms latched around his neck and her lips pressed against his. Heero was about to grab her back when she pulled away, "I know exactly what to do! I'll make a costume for you too. It'll be perfect!"

She rushed off towards the house. She always got that way when she was excited about something, or whenever her mind was determined to see something through. He could never say no to her when she was like that.

Her bright smile was simply enough.

"Heero!" she yelled out of the doorway, "Come inside! I need to take your measurements!"

He didn't even berate her about using his name and not his cover. She was so happy and he didn't want to ruin it. Getting to the front door, Relena grabbed his hand, "Oh, and Heero?"

"Hm?"

"You know, I always see you too. You," she said, standing on her toes, "And I will always know who you are. No matter what."

He stared at her a moment, and touched his forehead to hers. "Yeah, I know."

He never had much of a cover with her either.

She always knew who he was.