Treize stood in the doorway with a soft knowing smile on his face, some would call it a smirk, but his lovely Queen often told him he was too dignified to smirk. Speaking of his Queen, she was sitting at her window again. He witnessed the Saint Queen of Lera sit at her window almost everyday when she wasn't with the Orphans. He often worried for her when she sat there in her delicate silk, cotton dress with her belle sleeves draping off her lap with their tips just barely touching the floor. Her chest framed sharply but discreetly by the square collar of the dress. His treasured Queen was beautiful in whatever style or fashion she wore, but the colors were much to be desired though. Her dress was a mixture of deep royal blue trimming a deep violet like veins on a nasty bruise. The colors stood out starkly against her pale skin, and amplified the sorrow in her eyes. That sorrow is what had him worried, she only wore that sorrowful look on her face when one of the children slipped and called her 'Mommy'. She could be and do everything for the children, everything but be their mother.

Treize sighed, he knew of his Queen's affliction. He also knew that because of the laws layed down by her father, her pregnant mother went into hiding. The laws stated that if the Kingdom was ruled by a Queen, the Queen must bare an heir to the crown, or pass her crown to one more worthy. Her father was a traditionalist, and was iron clad in his rules. Treize would say abusive but that would put him in league with King Dekim, and though rigid the King of Lera was not violent nor power hungry in his rule.

"I know you're out there Treize, come in." Treize smiled waltzing in and stopping at his Queen's side.

"Forgive me my Queen, I could not bear to ruin your quiet contemplation." Treize said in a gentle but sarcastic tone.

His Queen snorted in a very unladylike manner and gave him a bemused smile, "You know better Treize, you're to call me Ara when we are alone." Her face turned sad as she turned to look back out her window. "And you know better than even my brother that when I am alone in such a mood I could do with your company."

Treize smiled and kneeled down on one knee placing his hands over hers looking up at her, "My dear Ara, you need but summon me and I am at your side. I will give my life to see that pain in your eyes disappear."

Ara smiled sadly and squeezed his hand. Just as she was about to lean forward and kiss him a guard charged in out of breath and looking quite distraught.

"My Lady! The king of L4 has come demanding to speak with you about," the poor sap of a guard gulped. "Prince Heero."

Treize stood up gracefully with an amused smirk on his face as he offered a hand to his Queen to assist her up. Ara giggled shaking her head, she looked up at Treize with amusement dancing in her eyes, "I wonder what my brother did this time, don't you Treize?"

"Indeed my Queen, let us go to the hall to meet King Winner and find out what your brother has been upto while we have been busy running a Kingdom." Ara giggled following Treize's lead out the door. The Guard shut the door then quickly caught up with the two in order to explain the situation.

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Trowa was growing bored, the king's soldiers had to be gone by now. Heero on the other hand was curious about the boy in the tower and refused to leave no matter how hard Trowa tried. He was tempted to just leave Heero and go home on his own, but if anything happened to Heero, Ara'd throw him in her dungeons for as long as Heero recovered or eternity if Heero died. Trowa wasn't fond of being on Ara's bad side.

"Heero, let's go, the woman's not gonna come out anytime-" Just as Trowa was about to finish his sentence, the woman was lowered down by the same braided length that pulled her up a few hours ago. Heero yanked Trowa further into the bush so as to stay hidden from the woman's sight.

"I'll be back Duo sweety!" She called out waving to the tower's window where Duo sat.

"Bingo," Heero whispered, waiting for the woman to be out of range then quietly ran up to the tower with Trowa a reluctant follower.

"Hey," Heero called, "Duo, right?! Let us up!"

Duo looked down and saw the two boys that tumbled into the area just before his mother arrived. He grinned brightly and tossed his hair down to them. He saw the one that called to him grin at his less than enthused companion and start to climb up.

Scythe squeaked warningly causing Duo to roll his eyes, "Oh come on Scythe they can't be that bad, besides I can protect myself, I'm not some princess." He said glaring at his pet bat.

A moment later Heero and Trowa hopped over the window ledge and into the towers only room. Trowa looked around letting out a low whistle, Heero on the other hand offered his hand to Duo with a soft smile.

"I'm Prince Heero of L1," He pointed to Trowa who was still looking around. "My snoop of a friend is Prince Trowa of L3."

Trowa stopped wandering with a sheepish look on his face when he heard Heero's intro of him. Duo chuckled and grinned wide grabbing Heero's hand and shaking it.

"Duo Maxwell," Scythe flew out from under Duo's hair to sit on his head, Duo laughed, "And this is Scythe. Named so because of the scythe like shape on his wing." Duo's grin was bright and wide showing all his teeth. It was so wide he didn't notice the two boys sharing a look of shock. Maxwell was the name of the royal family in L2, why did this boy have that sir name?

Ok n.n here's the second chap of my Gundam Rapunzel, sadly I wasn't able to write any chapters for 00 or New Engineers... *bows deeply* Gomen Nasai! but since people are raving for this one I must be doing something right so I hope you'll continue to like this one, though Heero isn't all moody and broody again I'm not gonna have Heero like that 24/7 but no worries fans of the broody Heero n.n he will show up eventually from time to time... like I said through Trowa's perspective it's a defense mechanism of sorts :3 so no worries... and I know I made Heero to be a bit promiscuous in the last chapter... he's not I swear