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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: Dorothy Notes: Challenge 93. Baby Series 3 #44. Takes place at approximately the same time as Intense Blue. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Observations The gowns ranged from the softest pastel blue to a vivid crimson the wearer should have known better than to wear with her colouring. Dorothy’s eyes narrowed as she watched; her attention not so much on the dancers as on the byplay in the background. Duo Maxwell and Chang Wu Fei were conferring in shadowed corners with Pagan, a certain sign of significant events in progress and she had not missed the King’s exit. That Relena was not similarly slipped out of sight suggested the threat, whatever it might be, was isolated to Milliardo. Maxwell and Chang were quick to depart and from her position, Dorothy observed Pagan as he was shadowed by Imperial Guardsmen clad in stylish ‘plain clothes’ designed to permit them to mingle discretely with the guests. //Interesting.// Nor was she alone in noting the shadowed play. The Dowager Duchess Anastasia was all attention, though she did not miss responding to a comment made by one of her contemporaries. Dorothy watched avidly, seeking some sign from the canny old woman. She was singularly hard to impress, but she was impressed by the Dowager Duchess. Anyone worth their salt knew the female of the species to be more dangerous than the male. The Dowager was more dangerous than most dangerous women, seemingly a kindly, if somewhat stiff backed and no nonsense old woman. The resources at her disposal would make eyebrows lift and jaws drop if they should ever became common knowledge, but that would never happen. Women like Anastasia did not make careless mistakes. A handsome woman, in her fifties, threaded through the bystanders, pausing at the side of the Dowager before flitting off into the crowd. Her instructions had been brief and to the point, Dorothy assumed, and smiled a dazzling smile at the young man who bowed before her. It was annoying she was present as a suitor to the King, but that role was soon to end. She could then present herself to the Dowager and they would size each other up in silence, recognizing in the other a like minded person. He would, she hoped, be proud of her. She had followed him from her earliest memories and he had promised her so much. Nor had he disappointed her before his untimely death. Cousin Treize had not needed to die, though she knew he would have seen his death differently. He had trained her, in matters far more delicate than her grandfather had suspected and she remembered his promises. But he would not be beside her if he was present now. Alive or dead she knew where he would languish; within sight and sound of Mister Milliardo. Everything Treize had ever done had been aimed toward pleasing that blue eyed blonde who had captured him so effortlessly when they were children. She had known soon after Milliardo had become a Khushrenada cousin, as Zechs Marquise, that Treize had found his soul mate. She had been, and still was, jealous. ~ * ~ |
