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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: Wu Fei + Lady Rowenna Notes: Challenge 42. Baby Series 2 #97. Takes
place at the same time as Good Breeding
Bloodlines “I understand you are a Chang, a member of the Long family?” He would not grate his teeth in frustration nor walk out on his dance partner though he sorely would like to. She had begun to prattle trivialities the moment the dance began and his temper was not suited to conversation. “My family have served for generations within the Long clan.” Already he had made a serious breach of etiquette in storming out of the ballroom. He had come close to knocking over representatives of the ESUN Council and only good fortune had not seen them sprawled on the highly polished floor. Good fortune in the form of Quatre, much as he hated to admit it. “Good bloodlines are so important. I myself can trace my lineage back seven hundred years and there are four royals within my heritage.” He smiled in what he hoped was a gracious fashion. //And there will not be a fifth because I will personally shoot Milliardo if he looks at you.// “Are you feeling well? You looked a little pained.” Obviously not so gracious a fashion as he had hoped. “I am well. I have a headache.” “Oh, I can understand that. All the loud music, wonderful as it is and there are just so many people present. It is far more grand an affair than I expected. Were you a minor cousin of the Chang’s? How close to the direct bloodline were you placed?” //Ancestors preserve me! Is she looking for an alternative to Milliardo?// He smiled hoping he did not actually grimace. “I am the Chang, Lady Rowenna.” “You are the heir of the entire Clan?” Oh yes, he could see the sparked interest and he wished he had denied his blood but he was the last direct son of the line and his pride would not deny his clan. His ancestors had both ruled and stood behind the throne of the greatest Emperors of China and he had pride in his past if not in his future. “The Long Clan is no more. Unfortunately our colony was destroyed in the war so I am an heir without an inheritance.” That took the spark out of her eyes, he noted though there was still a glimmer of interest. She was a vulture, picking around amid the common carrion for the blue blood. He suppressed a cold shudder at the thought Milliardo had dealt with her and others like her all evening while he had been engaged in his tantrum. He claimed as exalted a lineage as any of the nobles present this night, in fact his bloodline was somewhat longer and more exclusive than the majority of the attendees. Had his clan survived the war to this day he might well be subjected to the same round of idiocy as now surrounded Milliardo. //No, the Elders would have informed me I was to be wed the day of the wedding and presented me with their choice of bride. // End |
