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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: Pagan + Anastasia Notes: Challenge 131. Baby Series 3 #166. Takes
place immediately following Fate. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Issues Of Trust How much did the King trust this old woman? How much did he trust the Sisterhood? The Sisterhood was, by Royal Charter, independent of the Security Agency he headed as Hunter. He had no say over their methods and that had, when he became Hunter, always worried him. As Hunter he needed to be aware of what to expect from those in close proximity to the King and his son. He suspected Relena did not know of the Sisterhood, and if she did then she did not know much of their history; or of their exacting dedication to their purpose. Yet another thought he would need to follow up. With the Princess Royal very much involved in the marriage market, though as far as he could see there was only one individual her eyes lit up on seeing, the Sisterhood would be taking particular note of her. He had no doubt the Duchess Anastasia would be happiest if the nurseries of the palace were filled to overflowing. With Milliardo already providing an heir he would not be inclined to wed again, though if it was presented in a certain light the King would likely give in. All for Sanc's future and the securing of a blood line thinned by massacre, never from a personal desire to wed again. A loveless marriage made up of duty. It was not what Pagan wanted for the man who had already given everything to securing a peace he did not personally believe in. Particularly when there were those who loved the man, and were willing to make sacrifices of their own in order to love him. Pagan knew enough of the man to know he had clear vision and deep courage, and the unswerving conviction to do what needed to be done. And he would not look back at the past and the pain, but would relentlessly move forward. A dangerous man. He ignored the looks, the whispers, the accusations and the condemnation. He had known such would come, if he survived the conflagration that was Libra. When he had taken that first step on the road he had agreed to walk, Pagan did not doubt the young man had thought death would be a more pleasant fate for him than to survive. Life, for Milliardo Peacecraft, was one continuing purgatory. Yet he continued on. He was a Peacecraft. It was what one did. "Cat got your tongue, Old Man? You are a bit old to be woolgathering at this hour of the morning. Hop to it, man, things to do, people to terrorise." "Good morning, Madam. Would you care for a cup of tea?" "Thought you would never ask. And while I enjoy it, you can fill me in on how the Run progresses."
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