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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 6
"Cease this." Lord Heero commanded as he slammed his scrolls on the table. "Cease what my lord?" Relena asked curiously. She was sitting across from the young prince in the library. "Your eyes have not beheld anything aside for me since we left the dinning hall." "Do you not like for me to admire your handsome face while you study?" "I would like for you to avert your eyes to something more." "Such as what my lord?" "I care not. Just avert your eyes from my being." The princess nodded and turned in her chair so that her back was to the prince. This done, Lord Heero returned to his studies. The silence lasted for a moment before the princess spoke again. "Why do you detest me my lord?" "Why do you never remain silent?" "I wish to please you, but I can not if you push me away." The prince ignored her words as he continued to read. "My lord, why are you not happy with living in the palace?" Lord Heero stared at the back of her head in surprise. "Is this not your home, your palace, and your country?" "As it stands, it is my father's." "Do you and the king not get along?. . .or is it the queen that bothers you?. . .perhaps it is both, for neither of them treat you as a future king, but as a little prince?" There was a short pause as the princess chanced turning around again. "What makes you believe it has to do with those?" "Just a guess my husband." "I am not your husband." "But you and are to be wed." "This is true, but not fact for another three weeks." "Two weeks and six days my lord." "You dare correct me?" "I only wish that you are accurate my lord." "Turn back as you were." The princess did as commanded. "You shall be a handful my lord." "Silence." "Yes my lord." The prince glared at her a moment longer before returning to his scrolls. He was flustered to find that he could not concentrate on them. When he glanced at the princess, he was surprised that she was still sitting in silence. He was enjoying the stillness when a humming began. At first, he tried to ignore it. Listening to the princess hum was far easier on his ears than listening to her words. Aside, surely she would cease when she tires. However, she seemed not to tire of the song. "Cease your humming." "Does it affect your studying my lord?" "Did I give permission for you to speak?" "No my lord." "Then why do you?" "No. This is how I will treat you, now begone." "But my lord, I am to stay at your side." "That is your chore when we marry. Till then, leave my presence." The princess stood, turned, and curtsy before leaving. As she left, the prince realized just how much he sound like his father. "How may I serve you my lord?" Duo questioned as he kneeled before the king in the throne room. "Jester, I have learn that you seek to tarnish my son, prince Heero." "My lord, the prince's happiness and purity are all that matters to me." "Then why do you spend hours unattended and queer with my son?" "The prince request my presence my lord. I live only to make the royal family happy. How can I ignore the young prince's request?" "Do not question me fool. From now on, you are not to be alone with the prince. You may not lay a finger on him. You may not speak with him other than to relate a joke. You may only perform for him in the presence of a royal guard." "Yes my lord." "Guards. Take the fool to the dungeon and serve him 15 lashes as a reminder of his words." Duo stood and walked between the two guards in unusual silence. It was the first he would be punished. As they entered the courtyard, they passed Quatre; who was telling a tale to princess Relena. His voice stopped in mid sentence as he beheld his friend being escorted toward the dungeon. "Is something wrong storyteller?" Princess Relena questioned concernedly. "My lady, may I have a moment?" "You may." "Thank you princess." He bowed quickly and ran to Duo. "What has happened?" He questioned as they stood, waiting for the gate to the dungeon to be open. "You get as you wished." The jester informed, keeping his eyes from the blonde. "I do not understand." "I am no longer able to be with the prince." "What have you done?" "I have befriend him." "You must eat." Dorothy informed as she kneeled and stared into the downcast features. "How will you serve your king if you have not the energy?" There was no response as the blonde hand maiden stood and walked over to the stool of the vanity. "You are a curious royal lover. I have never laid eyes on such a strange servant." Trowa remained silent as he stared toward the balcony. The clashing metal was beckoning him, however, the shackle encircling his neck restrained him to the bed post and firmly inside the room. The food that had been brought to him by Dorothy was untouched, just as it had been last night. "In truth, this whole kingdom knows not of normal." She laughed and sat on the stool. "I have never seen a kingdom with a wise jester; an ignorant storyteller in love with the royal lover who bares a name; a bumbling wizard; and a prince that disregards respect." Trowa glared at the hand maiden. He sought to speak his mind, but decided against it. Instead, he turned his attention toward the balcony doors. Smiling, Dorothy stood and opened the doors. At this, the sword fight became louder. She stepped out and leaned on the railing for a better view. "The prince will not win." She spoke loud enough for Trowa to hear. "He is too inexperienced and does not know how to firmly hold his sword." As she said this, the clashing ended. "Not to mention his aggressive eagerness." She turned back around and reentered the room. "But perhaps that is why the jester fancies him. I am sure the prince will lay with him many a times when he becomes accustom to such acts." Trowa closed his eyes at the thought and turned from Dorothy. "You have greatly pleased my king throughout the night. Perhaps you could do the same for princess Relena." The emeralds flashed open in shock and turned to Dorothy in confusion. He was unaware that he was to lay with the foreign princess. The ideal greatly tore at him and disgusted him at the same time. The door opened and two guards entered the room. One kneeled before Trowa and unlocked the shackle from his neck. As he stood, the second guard handed over his garment. Dorothy watched in silence as the royal lover dressed and followed the two guards.
"Are you well Duo?" Quatre wondered as he kneeled at his friend's side. "I am." "Do they bring you much discomfort?" "Not at all." The jester lied in hopes of easing his friend's worry. "I can withstand more." He teased as Sally accidentally slipped and her talon dug into the wound. The jester howled in pain, causing his body to shake and the dragon to dig his flesh for stability. "Are you helping or adding lizard?" He demanded. "If you would be still it would not have happen." Wu Fei scorned. Tears burned Quatre's eyes as he thought of Trowa. The royal lover had went through such punishment, however, his was a great many more than a mere fifteen. "Why were you whipped Duo?" "For the hours spent with the prince. I can no longer be alone with him nor speak with him outside my role." "I am sorry my friend." "Why did the prince not protect you as he had before?" "Jester, the prince wishes to see you." No one had noticed the summoner until he spoke. Duo climbed off the bed and pulled on his tunic. "The prince awaits you in the garden." Duo nodded and headed for the door; Wu Fei and Quatre looked at each other a moment before following. "Will you tell the prince of what happen?" Quatre wondered as the trio walked toward the garden. "I can not, but he will not be blind to my behavior." "Fool, do not forsake the king." Wu Fei warned. "I know you will be tempted to do as such. Remember to hold your tongue." "I will." As they came to the garden, a guard was waiting for the arrival. Wu Fei and Quatre stopped at the entrance and watched their friend continue. "Will he be fine Wu Fei?" "I assure you Quatre, when the prince learns of this, all hell will break loose." Duo stared at the back of the prince as he advanced. It was the first time since princess Relena's arrival that he had seen the prince alone during the day. The guard announced the arrival of the jester, bringing lord Heero to turn. "You may go." The prince announced and waved off the guard. "My lord, I can not take leave." The colbat eyes evolved into a glare. "I no longer request your service. Leave us." "My lord, I can not leave your side in the jester's presence." Lord Heero glanced at Duo quickly, then returned his glare to the guard. "By who's orders?" He demanded, anger starting to show in his voice. The guard hesitated in fear before answering. "By orders of the king. . .the jester is to not be alone with you." "Is this true?" He looked back at the kneeling servant. Duo kept his eyes to the grass, remembering that he could only speak to tell jokes. "The jester is not allowed to speak outside his role my lord." The guard offered. "I did not ask you." He turned back to Duo. "Is this true jester?" The braided boy slightly nodded, seeing that is was not the same as speaking. "Were you whipped?" No type of response was given. "Arise jester, and return to your chamber, I will call for you later." The prince announced and left the garden. Both Wu Fei and Quatre parted upon his arrival. They watched in silence as he stormed pass them, a determine air shrouded him as he headed for the throne room. Duo emerged from the garden, as did the guard. "His anger is greater than I expected." Wu Fei observed. "Come, let us learn what happens." Duo suggested in concern and the three of them followed the prince. The diamond slashed the flesh, causing it to tear and reveal the blood beyond. The royal lover kept his eyes closed and face turned; his cheek still stung from the backhand. The king scowled at the boy in anger of being opposed. "I will not." Trowa whispered as he knew that the king was waiting for a response. A second later, a cane was smashed into his lower back, causing his body to limp. Had it not been for the guards on either side to hold him, he would have crashed to the floor. The little girl witnessing the scene clung to the dress of the queen in fear. Her big blue eyes misted as she saw the pain that the boy was going through. She buried her face in the soft velvet material as the royal lover cried out in pain again. Hearing the tortured sound only brought tears to her eyes and pain to her ears and heart. She tried to block out her surroundings with the velvet. "Do not turn." The queen informed and pulled the small child from her. "See for yourself what happens when you do not obey and follow the king." "Release him." The king ordered and the royal lover collapsed on hands and knees. "How dare you defy me when I have bestowed a great honor to you. I have given you the most prestigious task a servant could hold and you take advantage of this. As of recently you unexplainably became unloyal after ten years of loyal service. . .I have been kind to you for your mistakes, but I will not tolerate such an act as this." "I will not train this child to live the hell I was put through. I just as soon hang in the gallows." These words were greeted by the cane. "You will train this child for the remainder of the three weeks, or I shall kill her before the day is done." The tears were freed from the innocent blue eyes and Trowa could feel those eyes upon him, pleading with him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked toward the small child. "Fear not." He whispered painfully. "For death is far greater a destiny than they have plan." "My lord! The prince is rapidly approaching." "Remove him from my sight." The king bellowed and two guards seized the battered body. They placed him behind a pillar; for there was but one exit in which the prince was seeking. They placed the child in Trowa's arms as the king warned them both of silence till the prince's leave. The prince stormed into the room, fist clenched into tight balls as his eyes beheld the king on his throne. He stopped in front of his father, and did not wait to be told to speak. "Father, this is an outrage." Duo, Quatre, and Wu Fei huddled under the window of the throne room to hear the conversation. "My son, what has come to pass?" "What is the meaning of denying the jester?" His tone was firm and demanding; that of a true king. Hearing it sent chills along the royal lover's spine. The little girl buried her face in his tunic, fearing the powerful voice. Trowa lightly smooth her hair and back, completely sympathizing with the child. "Whatever do you mean my prince?" "I am speaking of the jester not able to speak with me or be near me without the presence of a guard." "It is for your own protection. The jester has had a life of unknown intentions. Becoming close to you may be part of an assassination plot." "The jester has served loyally his life to the royal family. Such accusations are foolishness." "Watch your tongue!" The king stood straight, glaring down at the prince. "This jester is a mere servant." "He is more than a servant. He is a friend." "Such friendship is not needed from the likes of him. Since you have been with him, you are falling further and further from your teachings." "I have not fallen from them, I see them differently now. I see how unhappy you have made your palace." "My palace is gay." "Only in your eyes father, for you wish not to see the truth. The servants fear you, and so fear me." "Servants are to be over looked. They are here to serve you and nothing more." "You are wrong. They are a reflection of your ruling. If the servants fear and loath you, then surely the people beyond the palace walls do as well. Is not the happiness of the country's people the primary value of a king?" "That it is." The king answered thoughtfully.
"My son, you speak from your heart, and I am glad that you do
as so. . .but in exchange for speaking as such, you do not speak from
your knowledge. That is why I will not recall my orders." "Within time you will learn of them. For now you are to follow my orders. When you become king, you will make your own." "I will not follow this." The king's jaw dropped at these words. "Such an outburst. . .surely must be the jester's teachings. This is why the proclamation will remain. The jester has tainted you to disrespect your father and your king. You bring me much shame." "Recall the proclamation, or I will the day I become king." The king grew silent at this statement. Duo stared dumbfoundly at his friends. He knew he held favor with the prince, but not of this much. Trowa chanced a stolen glimpse of the heir. Lord Heero stood trite and true to his cause. His head was held high. His eyes held the determination that the royal lover believed only a king in a fable could possess. Looking at him now was like staring at a statue of a great and wise king of the past rather than a prince of their future. A quick glance at the present king, compared to his son's stance, was a disgrace. "Very well. It shall be my first royal act to correct the injustice that you have caused." The prince announced as he turned and left the room. "Your well being is now at stake." Sally informed and looked over at Duo. The jester remained silent as he thought of this. "Oh my!" Princess Relena gasp and turned around, covering her eyes. Dorothy chuckled as she stood by the princess' side. "Princess Relena. . .it is only the royal lover." She cooed and turned her friend around. "You need not be embarrassed for his body is as pure as it is beautiful." She removed the princess' hands. "At least the part you will see is." The princess still kept her eyes closed as her cheeks flushed greatly. The curious emeralds ran the princess as he thought of the prince. Though he hated the ideal, he was determined to teach lady Relena to please lord Heero in his stead. "You wish to please prince Heero, do you not?" "Of course I do Dorothy, but could we take at a slower pace?" "If it please you my lady, I shall fetch his garment." "Thank you Dorothy." The blonde hand maiden left the room quickly. Trowa stared at the closed eye princess. "My lady, if I may. . ." "Yes?" "Are you fond of lord Heero?" "Of course I am. Especially after hearing word of the events in the throne room. He will be a wonderful king." "Is prince Heero fond of you?" The princess was silent for a moment. "In truth, I know not. I can see his kind heart,
but he pushes me away and prefers the audience of the jester. Alas,
I will do as I can to please him the best I can." "I have never seen a nude man before." "Is your desire to please the prince not as strong
as you claim?" She hesitated a moment before allowing her fingertips to slowly descend the warm flesh. Trowa closed his eyes, trying to imagine that the hands touching him were of lord Heero's instead. Suddenly, her hands stopped at his stomach. "I wish for lord Heero to be my first." She whispered softly. "My lady, lord Heero will be the first. I am nothing. An illusion has greater power than I. . .think me of a dream which will only help you." The princess nodded and continued after only a moment's wait. When her hands finally found his manhood, she tried to pull back. . .but Trowa sized her hands and brought them forward. "Princess Relena." The door to the chamber opened and Dorothy entered. She stopped as she discovered the royal lover in the princess' hands. The royal face flushed a beet red as she pulled away completely and turned from him. "I can not do this." She informed quickly. Dorothy extended the garments to the lover, but he refused them. "My lady, you are doing well." "Perhaps I should leave you alone." Dorothy suggested, causing the princess to turn. "Do no leave me again Dorothy. I can not do this." She restated, refusing eye contact to Trowa. "Please cover yourself." Trowa accepted his garment, and did as told. Once fully clothed, the princess opened her eyes fully. She looked from the lover to her friend and back again. "I am sorry. I can not do this." Dorothy opened her mouth to speak, but her words were cut short of the lover. "My lady, perhaps if we begin with something of less harm and more simple." "Such as?" Dorothy wondered aloud. "Kissing." "That is not too bad." The princess assure and extended her hand as Dorothy laughed. "Princess Relena. I am sure he means far greater
kissing than that of the hand." All the while, his eyes never left hers. As she stared down at the sadden features, she saw something in the depths of the green eyes that reminded her very much of the prince. The trance was broken as the kisses were slowly moving up her arm and to her neck. She closed her eyes as he lightly massaged one side of her neck with his hand, while he tenderly kissed and licked the other. His lips didn't stop at her neck. They trailed up her jaw and to her own. "I. . ." She didn't get a chance to finish as Trowa brushed their lips together. "Don't think about it. . . .just do whatever your
body wants you to." He continued with quick brushes until she
started to imitate his motions. to be continued Chapter
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