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" Last of the Royal Lovers "Written By: trowas_lil_troublemaker Disclaimer: I don't own the characters they belong to their original copyrighters. The story and concept however are mine. Pairings: ?X3; RX3; 4+3;
3+1; 2+1; 5+13 " Last of the Royal
Lovers" Chapter 4
"There has to be a way to prevent this." Quatre stated hopefully. "We can not allow Trowa to die. Surely the three of us can devise some sort of plan." "But we are powerless." Wu Fei pointed out, only bringing more tears from the blonde. "Why is it everytime you part your lips, something horrid or untrue appears?" "Not always." "I got it." Duo jumped to his feet and snapped his fingers. "You can transform Trowa into a mini dragon." Both Quatre and Wu Fei stared at the jester in disbelief. "Well, they could not kill him then, for everyone fears dragons." "That may be true, but my turning Sally to a dragon
was an error. I do not even recall what I did that day." "That would work except we do not know when he is to be killed." "Perchance you can freeze everyone right now, we find him, and kidnap him." The braided boy smiled, believing that he had the perfect plan. "You know that will not work. . ." Quatre scorned. "You have seen what happened this afternoon in the courtyard." "Yes. I have forgotten about that." Duo scratched his head in confusion as the apprentice glared at both of his friends. "Besides, the spell only lasts for a while before it dispels." The Chinese boy explained. "By time we reach him, the spell will weaken before we scale the palace wall." At that moment, the door to the room opened. "The prince requests the jester. . .he awaits you in his chamber." The fool headed for the door, attempting to ignore the icy glare from the sapphires watching him. He walked to the prince's room in silence. When he approached, there were two guards waiting just outside the door. The taller of the two eyed Duo a moment before opening the door to the chamber and allowing passage. Lord Heero was found leaning on the balcony, staring at the servant's tower. The jester couldn't help but become enchanted as he studied the handsome prince basking in the moonlight. Every now and again, the wind would blow, softly tussling the dagger bangs hovering over the colbat eyes. There was a sense of calmness and peace that wasn't normally present in the air shrouding the prince. If Duo did not know better, he could have sworn that this was only a dream. "You wish to see me Heero?" The fool asked slowly, and the prince continued to leave his back to his friend. "Do you ever wear your hair down Duo?" "Such hair, when it is down, is a nuisance." "Why do you imprison it in a braid at all times? What use is there to have such beautiful hair, if you do not allow it to flow?" The violet eyes searched the figure, wondering if being drug out in the middle of the night to be questioned about his hair was the prince's original intention. "I do not understand your true meanings." "What pleasure do you get from your braid?" The braided boy thought about that a moment. Somehow, he had a feeling that this was going to lead to Trowa. "I know not." "But you continue to keep it." "Yes." "Perhaps one day you will share your full beauty with me?" The prince tore his eyes from the tower across the courtyard to face the servant behind him. He reconsidered his conversation. When he had called for the jester, his intentions were to learn as much about the servants as he could. After the storyteller's tale, he was convinced that something was being kept from him. Though he had no ideal what that was, his instincts told him that it had something to do with the servant's and the boy he had seen. "Does anyone reside in the top room of the servant's tower?" "No one." "Do you recall when I questioned you of a servant?" "I do." "You have yet to answer that question." Duo considered telling the prince everything. There was a slim chance that he could help. . .however, as it stood, his words were pointless. "Ask me again on the day of your coronation, and I will answer truthfully." "You play the games of my mother." "Why does the face bother you so?" Lord Heero studied the boy a moment before turning from him. "You would not understand." "Why would I not? . . .because I am a servant?" "No. . .because you have friends." "Friends?" "The storyteller, the apprentice, the cooks, the horse trainer. . .they are all your friends. Since you have so many, you can not possibly understand." "Perhaps I would not understand. . .but, I can still listen." The jester walked over to the prince and lightly placed his hand on the royal shoulder. "You may not have many friends, but if you wish to consider me as a friend, then you will at least have one." The sadden colbat eyes turned toward the sympathetic violet ones. He started to speak, but his attention was averted. "Do you hear that?" "Heero, what are you doing?" "It sounds like it's coming from the next room."
The prince informed as he climbed the railing. "I'm going to
find out the noise." "I will leap to the next balcony and see." Duo looked down. "Heero, it is a two story plummet. . .what if you fall?" "I will not." The moaning was louder as lord Heero stood before the glass door. Though it was closed, the curtains allowed a crease for limited viewing. He first beheld the King of Sanc. His features were relaxed in pleasure as he laid on his bed. The prince moved slightly and he could see someone else on the bed with the king, though his features were unseen by a patch of brown hair. The second person's head was bobbing over something. It wasn't until that person pulled completely from the object that the prince realized what it was. The royal colbat eyes widen in surprise at the scene. The pupil became even larger as he witness the king position the younger body on its hands and knees. He was convinced now that the other person was a young boy; probably a servant. The prince watched in confusion as the king placed himself inside the boy and began thrusting into him with such force that the young body began jerking. "Heero. . .Heero, the queen approaches." At that statement, the prince pulled from the scene. He jumped the distance to his balcony just as his mother appeared. She seemed unhappy that her son was spending late hours with the jester again. "Little prince, you should be resting. You have
much to do in the morning. Jester, return to you chamber. You may
no longer spend hours after the sun with the prince." "Now young prince, off to slumber with you." The queen cooed and lead into the chamber. She drew back the blankets and the prince obeyed. She then proceeded to cover him. He wanted to question her about what he had witness. . .but somehow he knew he would not accept her answer, if he were to receive one at all. Perhaps it would be wiser to consult the royal jester. Once the queen left, the prince attempted to fall into slumber. However, he could not stop thinking about the king and his servant. Lord Heero had never seen such actions before. . .and seeing them brought forth a tingling sensation that he did not know of. Curious, the prince slid his hand under the covers and his night gown. The king had managed to have his extend out. . .why couldn't he? Perhaps that was what the servant was doing previously. The servant must possess magical powers to do such acts to men. The more he thought of the young boy in the next room, the more he thought about the boy he had seen in the tower. They had the same color hair. . .and it hung on the same side of the face. The prince stared at the ceiling, wondering if the boy was really the royal wizard from Sanc. . .but if that were true, then what was he doing here before the king's arrival? Not able to take his curiosity, he climbed from his bed and pulled on his robe. As he opened the door to his room, he was greeted by two guards that normally stood watch while he slept. "Lord Heero, do you wish for something?" The taller of the two asked and was ignored as the prince walked over to the next door; where two more guards stood. "I am sorry, my lord, but the King of Sanc does not wish to be disturbed." The heavier guard stated as he and his partner placed their arms across the door. "You dare defy me?" The prince challenged. "Remove yourselves from my path." He ordered. "But my lord. . ." "Is something amiss young prince?" The king asked as lord Heero searched the room with his eyes. There was no servant in the room. . .only the king. Why would a servant fear to show themselves in the presence of royalty? Quatre stepped into the courtyard from the sleeping quarters. Shortly after Duo was called by lord Heero, lady Relena called for him; wishing to hear a tale of romance before lulling to sleep. Due to the storyteller's dampen spirits, the fable did not have a happy ending. . .however princess Relena enjoyed it just the same. He looked up just as he entered the center of the courtyard. To his surprise, Trowa was standing under the balcony of the Sanc King's room. Curious as to why the taller servant was standing nude in the chilly night air, Quatre approached him. Trowa's green eyes seemed to be fixed on the balcony above him, and as the blonde servant approached, he could hear the voice of the king and the prince. "What has happened?" The Arab asked in a soft whispered. Trowa quickly placed his hand over the questioning lips and pulled him into the rose bushes directly under the balcony. A second later, from the darkness of the shadows, Quatre could see prince Heero's face looking straight at them, but not seeing them. "As you can see, I am alone." The king assured. If Trowa was not holding him as closely and as tightly as he was, then the royal storyteller would have felt anger toward the prince upon seeing his face. "I know what I have seen. I am not mad." Lord Heero assured and pulled from the probing. "Perhaps it was merely a dream?" The king suggested and the voices grew distant. Quatre pulled Trowa's hand from his lips. "Has he seen you?" He asked in the lowest tone he could manage. "I know not." The royal lover answered. Tears spilled from the sapphires, as he pulled from the embrace and hugged the boy he loved. "We must get you from here." "Lover. . ." The king's voice floated to the two boys. "Quickly, before the prince returns to his room." Trowa pulled from the blonde and took a few steps back. With a running start, he leapt from the ground and grabbed the base of the balcony. In one swift motion, he flung himself onto the railing before jumping down and disappearing into the room. Quatre fell to his knees among the roses, and buried his face in his hands. The door to the apprentice's chamber slammed open and Duo appeared, breathing heavily for he had run from the prince's chamber. Wu Fei jumped at the sudden commotion, causing Sally, who was sleeping on his chest, to land at the foot of the bed. "What is wrong fool?" Duo leaned on his knees, huffing to regain his breath. His chest heaved with the effort, the stray strands of chestnut hair swayed with his motion. "Promise. . .promise not to tell Quatre." "What has happened?" The wizard in training asked after hearing the urgency in the jester's voice. "I am almost certain that Heero has seen Trowa again." The shock expression left Wu Fei speechless. "Are you sure?" Sally asked as she stood to study the braided boy, who only nodded. "How?" "We were on the balcony when he heard something in the next room. He jumped to the balcony and peered into the glass door. I had tried to stop him, but he would not take heed." "Did he speak of what he saw?" Sally was now standing on the footboard. "He did not, for the queen appeared and dismissed me." "Then how are you sure that it was Trowa?" "Because the sound that sparked his interest were pants and moans of pleasure. The room next to his belongs to the Sanc King. What shall we do? If the king learns of this, Trowa will not last till three weeks." Both Sally and Wu Fei thought about the jester's words. "There is a spell that will remove one's memory, of certain things. . .but in order for it to work, without suspicion, you must make certain that the prince did, in fact, see as you say. There is no sense in removing the prince's memory if what you say is false. . .but if it is true, we must do it at dawn, as so it will not affect the rest of the day." "I will learn with the sun. . .but will you be
able to correctly cast the spell Wu Fei? We need not for the prince
to lose every memory." "And only an experienced magician will do as such. I will ask master Treize for help." "You can not. He will surely inform the king and all will be lost." Duo blurted. "Relax fool, my master understands me. He will
help without informing the king." "What will you do?" Duo wondered as he allowed Sally to climb onto his arm to his shoulder. "I must go search for the scrolls of the spell." "Are you not suppose to memorize such things?" "Fool, there are far more spells than people in this palace. It is preposterous to assume any one person can remember each and every spell." "Will such a spell work?" Duo questioned after Wu Fei was gone. "It has already." "How so?" "Very little know of an incident that happened when the prince was only ten." "What happened?" "The little boy fearfully declined, but the prince was headstrong. Somehow he coaxed the boy to return with him. When they returned to the palace, the king was outraged. The boy was beaten severely and sentenced to be hanged the next day. The prince rebelled, and showed his disapproval in several ways. That is when Treize suggested the spell to remove lord Heero's memory of the meeting. . .and so he did." "Was the boy Trowa?" "It was." "Did they take his memory?" "They did not. Taking the memory meant taking the punishment. They rather have him aware of the mistake made and the punishment so that it would not happen again. . .and it did not until recent." "No wonder he has it bad for Heero." Duo muttered to himself. "Why do you call the prince out of his title?" Sally wondered as she stared confusedly at the jester. "I do no such thing." "I have excellent hearing. All day you have been referring to lord Heero as such." "I know not of what you are talking. . .and if you continue to use such tongue, you can walk for yourself." The emerald eyes burned from lack of sleep. The royal lover had been up half the night pleasing the king of Sanc, the other half was spent attempting to bare the loud snoring. The still nude boy laid on the floor at the foot of the bed; backside aching, and throat burning. Mother nature was screaming in his ear, but he still laid on the floor. He knew he could not leave the room without permission, nor should he wake the king without proper reasoning. . .so he ignored the growing pain by distraction. Unfortunately, the only thing he had was the sound of raindrops hitting against the walls and glass window. He shifted a bit and turned on his side. His eyes rested on the doors leading to the balcony. Stepping out on the balcony wouldn't really be leaving the room. . .so he wouldn't have to ask for permission, meaning he wouldn't have to wake the king. Stepping out chanced being seen again, but who would be up this early besides cooks? He pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the glass doors. Keeping his eye on the king, he unlocked the door and slowly opened it. The hinges creaked louder the further it opened, so he only allowed enough room to squeeze through. He stepped onto the balcony into the cool morning rain, and walked to the edge to relieve himself. It has been a long time since he had been outside just to be out. In fact, he never had. Everytime he stepped out, it was to meet a royal family member or to answer the call of nature. He stayed in the rain much longer than he needed as he stared at the servant's tower on the opposing side of the courtyard. He wondered of Quatre's state before assuring himself that the blonde was fine. Duo and Wu Fei were true friends; neither of them would allow harm to come to him. Thinking about the storyteller, brought back the events of last night. He remembered the prince looking straight at him, but acted as if he did not see him there. Part of him wished that he would be discovered. . .at least that way, his living hell would finally be over. He wondered what had provoked the prince to search the king's room. What was lord Heero searching for? Trowa could only dream that it was him. Surely the prince still knew nothing of his existence. . .so why search for something that was not there? Presently, his eyes fell to the balcony next to him. It tore at him that the beautiful prince was so close, and yet so far away. He silently willed the prince to step onto the balcony and behold him. His life would be worth losing if it meant that he could see lord Heero face to face without fear. He would give anything to look deeply into those colbat eyes the way he had nearly six years ago. Tears burned his eyes, but he forced them back. He wouldn't allow himself to cry. Suddenly, the door to the servant's tower opened and Duo emerged into the rain with Sally sitting on his shoulder. Strange. . .Sally was rarely seen on anyone's shoulder aside from Wu Fei. Furthermore, it was not of character for the jester to be up, let alone out, at this hour of the morning. Duo ran toward the section of the palace that Trowa was staying as if his life depended on it. Something was amiss. . .this he was sure of as he returned to the room and re-locked the door. He glanced at the king to find that he was still sleeping, just as loudly as before. Trowa kneeled in his original spot and stared at the wooden door leading to the hall. He wondered what would cause Duo to be accompanied by Sally this early. That's when a horrid thought entered his mind. . .what if something happened to lord Heero or Quatre? Trowa stood and headed for the large door, but stopped himself. There were two guards on the other side of this door, as well as two more at the next. They would never allow him to leave without orders. He returned to laying on the floor, his thoughts a jumble of 'what ifs'. He fought to gain mastery of his thoughts, by telling himself that it mattered not. It would be wise to disentangle himself now. . .and to do just that, he would have to throw away his life as 'Trowa' and return to the life of the royal lover. With that thought plaguing his mind, he stood and looked
back at the sleeping king. Serving him would be tough for it seem
that he never limp, as did lord Heero's father. This was proven true
as the royal lover noticed the hump under the blankets. He closed
his eyes, and shuttered at the thought of willingly touching the middle
aged man again. Swallowing his disgust, he lifted the blankets and
slid underneath. to be continued Chapter
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