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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Milliardo Notes: Challenge 171. Baby Series 3 #286. Takes place following approximately three hours following Legend Status. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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A Canny Politician Milliardo paused at the head of the staircase, looking down into the grand foyer of the manor. //Grandfather? Now what is he doing here?// Marquise Weyridge. Looking, as always, distinguished in his very formal day suit, white hair somehow unruffled by the wind howling outside and as unflappable as ever. The irreverent thought that the man gave new meaning to Maxwell's current favourite expression, `rod up his arse', with his straighter than straight posture and very proper expression sprang to mind. Weyridge maintained his dignity even in the worst the war had to offer, not that Marquise Weyridge would ever condescend to dirty his hands on the front lines. Yes, when people saw Weyridge they thought him to be the epitome of the distinguished Greater European noble born gentleman, graced with the traditional military upbringing and education; a man who knew his place in the world and expected you to know it too. The popular masses knew nothing of the canny politician who knew how to manipulate any given situation to his advantage. They knew nothing of the back room deals he had negotiated, or the when or why he had turned his head away so as not to `see' the clandestine dealings of others. The pacifists now in control of the ESUN were fortunate in that Weyridge worked to preserve the peace and had not set himself to oppose the direction Relena had desired the ESUN follow. He was old school, but there were good as well as bad aspects of that term. In days gone by he had been Romefeller, but there were so many factions of Romefeller that sometimes it was hard to keep track of who was backing which faction at any given time. What was he doing here? It was difficult to tell what mood the Marquise currently entertained. There was no emotion on that stony handsome face or in those eyes shadowed by heavy grey, almost white brows. He was a handsome man, the father of their mother, who had divorced himself from the happenings in the Sanc Kingdom when the Alliance had massacred his daughter and her family. He had stepped back and watched and, according to Pagan's files, he had not lifted a hand to find proof if his royal kin survived. //One should not hold a grudge. One should not hold on to anger. It is past and since Relena took the stage he has assisted her.// But now she had stepped down from the political arena and had accepted her royal heritage. Did he honestly need to wonder why Weyridge had presented himself at the manor? //And I had hoped to return to Sanc this afternoon. // Pagan caught his eye, a bushy grey eyebrow lifting slightly and he wanted to refuse the unspoken request, but one did not needlessly turn aside the man Relena called grandfather. She liked Weyridge and would be unhappy if he did not make the effort. ~ * ~ |
