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"Baby Series 2"Written By: Karina
Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the
Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Relena + Dorothy Notes: Challenge 36. Baby Series 2 #71. Takes
place a minute or two after The Victor Writes History.
Reckless Tendencies “You need to open the dancing with Mr. Milliardo and we do not need questions being asked as to how long it takes us to pee.” “Dorothy!” The taller woman chuckled, a surprisingly deep and melodic sound. “I only tell it as it is, Miss Relena. Why call a honey bee a wasp if it is not so?” Exasperated, Relena stood as Dorothy replaced her earring and drew on her gloves. The woman continually surprised her and Relena doubted she would ever understand her. “Thank you. I will convey your warning to Milliardo and urge him to exercise caution when he leaves Sanc.” “It might be better if he refused the invitation. Many countries have not recognized his coronation and he is still viewed as a war criminal. Some may try to make much of that.” “I am aware of the danger and the difficulty in ruling my brother for his own safety. He can be so reckless!” Dorothy pursed her lips as they moved to the door and the glint of amusement in her blue eyes caused Relena to frown. “Is something wrong?” “No, no. I was just recalling certain events during the war and another Peacecraft who entertained reckless tendencies. Perhaps it is in the bloodline.” Relena offered a most unladylike snort of amusement. “Why Dorothy, my dear, whatever makes you look at me like that?” Offering the Princess Royal a honeyed smile dripping false sweetness, Dorothy held the door open for her to pass through. “I wonder, Your Highness, that you have not managed to charm those decrepit old men and women now in power. It is not just your brother who needs to be attentive to danger.” Relena swept past and nodded to the anxious bodyguard waiting at the door. “I am suitably warned, Dorothy, have no fear. We Peacecrafts are not so easy to do away with.” Dorothy smiled but made no further comment as she accompanied Relena toward the rising hum of conversation marking the reception room. For a moment she surveyed the rich and powerful of Europe gathered for the hunt for a crown. So few could claim royal blood and fewer still had the right to sit a throne in a sovereign country. While many people decried the importance of the aristocratic system as being outdated and corrupt it was remarkable how quickly they presented themselves in hopes of joining such exulted circles. //Hypocrites. Ah, look at you, Mr. Milliardo. There is none finer present and I cannot blame the women here for hoping to turn your head. Yes, Relena, get him onto the dance floor. As I recall he is a very graceful dancer and as a contender I will have one dance in his arms. Cousin Treize, you once whispered to me I might wear a crown but did you mean it? Was it a joke on an annoying young girl?// End
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