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"Baby Series 1"Written By: Karina
Pairing: Zechs + [past] Treize + [past] Noin Notes: Challenge 19. #66 in the Baby Series. Takes place approximately the same time as The Courage To Go Forward. Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Many thanks to Dulin for her work as beta
Resolution “Would you have wanted to be Queen? You were always impatient with pomp and ceremony.” She was smiling in the photograph, her eyes and lips were laughing. On his knee rested the other photograph, the handsome face with its distinctive eyebrows and those wondrous sapphire eyes. “You would have loved the irony. You liked a good masquerade and this will be a masquerade like no other, Treize. I don’t know if I can do respectable sovereign, Love.’ Stephan was settled to bed but not having a good night. He had not traveled well and was fussing and Helen said he was beginning to teeth. He had wanted to stay in the nursery but Sally would revoke her permission for him to begin exercising if she learned he was not resting. //Can I be King? Any fool can sit on a big chair. That is not what being King is about. Not the throne, not the crown or the simpering and pandering to egos. Do any of them understand how I loath taking this on?// His fingers tightened around the photo frames, thumbs whitening with the tightness of his grip. //They will not be amused. I’ll give them migraines. I’ll abuse their sensibilities … tell them to get fucked … God. Treize, I can hear you laughing you son of a bitch. You’d find the entire thing a great cosmic jest. You should be here. Treize. Lucrezia. Maybe they would listen to you. Treize, you would charm them while I’ll have to fight for every concession. You should have been born the Prince, not I.// It was all happening too fast. Sally had given him permission to leave his bed and Parliament had settled on a date for the coronation. He would need to make rapid progress if he was to be crowned without collapsing from exhaustion. He could understand their wish to settle this officially. Government representatives on behalf of their citizenry and the ESUN Council had lodged official queries challenging the claims of independence made in re-establishing Sanc’s national identity. Once he was crowned it was a fait accompli. “The Terror of Earth, now King of a nation of said Earth. Idiocy.” Done was done. His father had said that often and then continued on making the best of the situation and somehow he would turn events to favor his ideal of peace. Always … until the night that ended in blood and fire. //Sanc has fallen twice in a generation and it must not happen again. This is a new beginning and I owe it to the people to ensure they never need to run in terror. I have warned Parliament I will not be a controlled figurehead. Sanc needs rebuilding and there are a number of projects I have the skills to oversee.// He looked at the photographs, a gentle smile curving fine lips. “Alright. You win. In Sanc’s rebirth I’ll find something for myself but I would prefer to have you here.”
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