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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: Dowager Duchess Anastasia Notes: Challenge 91. Baby Series 3 #38. Takes
place at the same time as Something Was Wrong. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
The Hope “A paragon of virtue, that one. At least, that is what the common people see.” “You sound bitter. Comparing yourself to the Princess is perhaps not the wisest thing to do.” //Down right stupid considering what I know of your taste in an evenings entertainment.// Anastasia appeared the picture of lazy attentiveness. The Dowager Duchess dominated her corner of the room; her seat might have been a throne, surrounded as she was by a circle of courtiers. Every member of Sanc’s nobility and elite upper class knew the value of paying court to the Duchess who, it was noted, had the King’s ear. Her role was to be a social paragon and to use her position to gage the temper of her peers. It was an old dance, one she had been swaying to since, as barely a teenager, she was marked to take on the role of High Sister of the Order of the Moon. Their ranks had been decimated in the scourge of Sanc, but, like the country, they survived and were making a comeback. There had been no shortage of orphaned girls after the fall and she had taken the opportunity to recruit. It had been an exacting process and was one she personally oversaw. She was one of the few who had known the Peacecraft son had survived and would, in time, return to Sanc. While he saw himself as a reluctant and inadequate King, she knew better. He was exactly what and where he was destined to be, forged in the fires of hell, hardened and tempered as only war could craft a King who would deserve the mantle of greatness. This Peacecraft King was predestined. So many did not believe in the art of dreams in these enlightened times. Even amidst the Sisterhood there were those who gave little credence to prophecy. Those who knew the value of an open mind were the ones who stood above their sisters and directed the Order to ensure the preservation of the bloodline. She hoped in time Relena would produce multiple daughters; one to become an initiate of the Order. It had been five generations, a hundred years since a daughter of the Peacecrafts had become a Sister. Their blood link to the line was thinning, but it ran in the veins of four Sisters other than herself. Five of them blooded to the line, but the blood was thinned by time. They needed to renew their bonds. He was reintroducing many of the old traditions. Some were adjusted to suit the modern mind set, but others he kept pure, untouched. He had a good sense of what could be modified and what was best left alone. Her eyes flicked to the Princess sweeping around the dance floor and Anastasia smiled. Compared to these prima donnas Relena was indeed a paragon
of virtue, but she was more. She was the hope of the Sisterhood. ~ * ~ |
