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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 + Marquise Weyridge Notes: Challenge 171. Baby Series 3 #287. Takes place following A Canny Politician. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Handsome Men According to Anastasia, Weyridge had turned many a young girl's head in his youth, and many a bored and quite well married noblewoman's head as he matured. A handsome man in polite society with a head on his shoulders and the will to use it had always been dangerous. In some ways there were striking similarities between his grandfather and Treize. Both had been blessed with good looks, sharp intellect, ambition and the drive to see that ambition come to fruition. Treize had not lacked that distinguished air either. They had come from similar backgrounds, noble houses and distinguished bloodlines, history a part of their blood and bones. Both born blessed, or cursed, with the will to add their stamp on the history of the future. He could wonder what his grandfather thought of the young upstart Khushrenada who had stolen his thunder and become the hero. Weyridge's faction had set Relena up, freeing her of Dermail's influence, but it was Treize who had shone when White Fang declared war, not his sister. Treize had stepped in to ensure Relena did not tarnish the shine so painstakingly created surrounding her. One could not have the pacifist Queen of the World, and what a stupidly cliché title that was, fight a war that needed, regretfully, to be brutal and quick and produce profound change by its very speed and brutality. Yes, Treize had had dignity too, and he had sacrificed his life for his goals. So did his grandfather then lack for standing by living so long? Ah, but that was unfair. They had fought their battles in different ways, though they often had walked in the same circles and known the same people. Both of these dignified men had the capacity to shape the world; Treize in fiery splendour, shocking the people out of complacency and Weyridge in shaping the aftermath, protecting Relena from the wolves who very well might have eaten her alive without his very visible presence backing her. Had they worked together they might have been so much more, but he doubted the two could have worked easily together. Weyridge had been a career soldier who never saw the battlefield in his younger years. Treize had held no fear of entering into the fray, fighting alongside his soldiers and becoming one of them. There were some very fundamental differences between the two. "Your Majesty." He acknowledged the respectful bow, a symbol only of the respect the man had for the office Milliardo filled, not for the man who filled it. He doubted his grandfather would ever respect him or even begin to understand what motivated him. He too had fought on the front lines and there was so much distance separating them in experience. He was sure he was supposed to love his grandfather, he was his closest living relative after Relena, but it was not so simple to love the man. Really, Relena was quite lucky to be able to trust so easily. ~ * ~ |
