Title: A Fortunate Age
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Milliardo
Notes: Challenge 208. Baby Series 4 #82. Takes place approximately one hour following Just One More.
Spoilers: None
Warnings:
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Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this set of fics.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Title: A Fortunate Age
"We live in a fortunate age. An age where disease is rare, medicine works at the genetic level, war is a thing of the past, technology..."
He snorted softly and flicked off the television. There would be a lot of speeches in the coming weeks and he was not particularly enamoured of listening to them, but to know what was happening in Sanc he would have to listen. Listen, study and learn about the speakers, their politics, their policies, their character.
He was King and in Sanc, Parliament worked hand in hand with the King. The monarchy here had not given up as much of its power as the British monarchy had in centuries past. He had the right to veto or approve, dismiss Parliament and plan capital projects. He was the highest authority in the land and the King's Judgement was final if called upon, something he was quite content to never happen in his lifetime.
/We live in a fortunate age, eh? Well, I suppose we do, but don't for a moment belittle the efforts that have brought us to this fortunate age./
Duo was absent from the palace, as was Wu Fei and Heero. Relena had retired to bed and Pagan by now would be sleeping too. And his insomnia was rearing its ugly head, as usual.
"It's only a few years and they live in a world without war. It's what we fought for, Treize. The question is, are you as discontent with it as I am? It's not what I fought for, but I suppose... I suppose it will have to do."
He had not wanted to be King. He was not fit to be King, but here he was, and most people would think him fortunate indeed to wear the crown. Sanc might be a backwater, a relatively ruined backwater at that, but it was still a crown sitting on his head and it came with responsibilities.
"Chang will be back in another two days, for most of the day anyway. And the weather is improving so life should start to move in Sanc again. With the election and the Progress coming up there will be a lot to do. I won't have as much time to dwell on missing you, you bastard."
A breeze ruffled his bangs, as though a phantom hand had caressed him and he sighed, closing his eyes, refusing to see the faded version of the brilliance of the man when he had lived. He was haunted by ghosts of the past, and they thought of him as being fortunate?
/They would not wish to live my life if they knew what it was to live with the stigma of being the bad man. It was a price I was willing to pay, but I never expected to stand in the public eye as King. Life has a way of handing you your arse on a silver platter./
End
Karina Robertson 2013