Well, here is the last chapter ^_^ This has been my longest story to date
and I am truly appreciative of all those who have had the staying power to
stick with this to the end. Your reviews have all been much appreciated
especially the ones that went into such detail over the last couple of
chapters. I hope that you are not too disappointed by the ending; a number
of plot lines are left open deliberately to allow you, the reader, to think
of your own endings...and maybe to allow a sequel to be written at some
point, LOL ^_~
Once again, thank you!
Cheers!
Cynehelme
by kmf
Rating: PG13
Warnings: AU
Standard Disclaimer Applies
Chapter Twenty Three
They found Odin back at the villa, Catherine seeing to a wound that he had suffered during the battle. It was a shallow cut to the shoulder, but its edges were angry and red and it seemed that infection had already set into it. Catherine was bemoaning the lack of a healing Druid, but only half- heartedly. She had already seen to Quatre's wound and had been visibly shaken by the nearness to which Quatre had almost lost his life.
Relena was welcomed back without comment, although she could sense some resentment from Catherine. Although she greeted Relena courteously, the head woman would not look directly at her. Catherine was holding Relena responsible for the injury Quatre had sustained, and Relena could hardly blame her. Her choices had been ill ones, despite the fact that they had been well intentioned. She had hoped that she would spare lives, instead she had endangered more.
Sally, ever practical, immediately volunteered to help Catherine and the other women tend the wounded. When Catherine realised that Sally had skill and experience in healing her offer was readily accepted. Relena also offered to help, but Odin shook his head denying her.
"We need to discuss events," he said and allowed her only leave to go and change from blood soaked clothes whilst giving instructions to return without delay.
Relena bowed her head and complied with the King's orders. Now was not the time to protest; she no longer was of an equal standing to the King of Mercia, even though no-one else knew this but her.
Hilde accompanied her to the women's quarters, casting sidelong glances at the Princess as they walked. Relena steadfastly looked forward not wishing to catch the other girl's eye and see disapproval there. However, once in the room Hilde spun around to her grasping her by the arms and gave her a little shake.
"Why didn't you tell me!" Hilde demanded, "I would have gone with you! I could have helped!"
Relena could not help but raise an eyebrow at the girl's outburst. A smile touched her lips, the first since she had left the villa in the morning, as she watched Hilde's eyes sparkle in her enthusiasm.
"I am in enough trouble for what I did," Relena shook her head, "I would hate to add the wrath of Duo to it."
Hilde snorted and crossed her arms. "The first thing that he did after returning with Quatre was to make sure that I was still here," she grinned at the memory, "Apparently I am somewhat untrustworthy in his eyes. Not helped when I told him that had I known of your intention I would have gone."
She started to help Relena take off her hopelessly stained dress, carefully assessing her limbs to make sure that none of the blood originated from her. Relena stood passively allowing Hilde to tend her, her thoughts running over the events of the day.
Never before had she seen death on such a scale. All of it so pointless, all of it over a title that was not even hers.
"It was all such a waste," she murmured softly, looking at her hands and the dried blood that stained them. The boys blood, the young lad who had cried for help so piteously.
Hilde followed her gaze, then turned to get the bowl of water that had been readied to cleanse the Princess. Dipping a cloth into the warm liquid she started to wash Relena's face.
"I don't think it was a waste," Hilde commented as she worked, "The point is that you tried and if you had not gone, who knows how the day would have ended."
Relena lifted a hand and took the cloth from Hilde. She said nothing, but smiled at the girl who was trying to comfort her. Hilde beamed back and turned to get a replacement dress for Relena. As Hilde turned away, the smile faded from Relena's face.
Indeed, who knew how the day would have gone? Would Treize still be alive and Heero be dead? She plunged her hands into the bowl of water and watched as it slowly turned pink. Would that boy still be alive? She bowed her head and closed her eyes feeling hot tears well up as she relived the moment of his death.
A hand on her shoulder brought her head up and she blinked rapidly trying to dispel the tears. Hilde was at her side again, her face showing her concern. Automatically Relena pulled her mouth into a smile to reassure the girl who sighed.
"You ought to be resting; it's unfair of the King to demand your presence again so quickly after what you have been through," Hilde commented, lifting up the dress and pulling it over Relena's head. She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes as she considered the princess.
Relena frowned. She had been through nothing compared with those who had lost their lives. And what of their relatives, their wives, mothers and children? Relena could not help but think of Une's reaction to Treize's death. How many other women today had experienced a sudden disquiet, a feeling that all was not well? How many days would it be before their dreaded suspicions were confirmed?
She was no longer the heir of the Peacecraft throne, therefore all this fighting was senseless. She only had to tell Odin and he would see that she was not worth the trouble of defending.
.and Heero will no longer want you. A little voice sounded in the back of her mind.
She shook her head. He was so angry with her at the moment that the knowledge that she was an impostor would likely twist his regard of her into hate. But still, the truth had to come out. And it had to happen as soon as possible so that no more lives were ended in a pointless war.
* * * *
Heero washed his hands and face in a bowl of water that a maid brought him, wincing at the amount of grime that stained the water when he had finished. Nothing would please him more at this point than sinking into his bath, but that would have to wait. Odin sat in front of him, his face a little flushed from the low fever that his wound had given him. His eyes, however, were bright and focused and he watched his son closely.
"Say it," he ordered when Heero had finished washing and the maid had left their side.
Heero was startled, but hid it as well as he could. He should have expected his father to see that something was troubling him, Odin had always been very perceptive when it came to his son. Probably it was to do with the rivalry between them; the best way to win against an opponent was to know him well. And Odin knew Heero very well.
It ought to have been the war that was bothering Heero, it ought to have been that some of his men were dead or wounded, that Quatre was sorely injured and that they were now facing not just one enemy, but many. But instead it was Relena that flitted around in his mind; her disobedience, her wilfulness and her bravery. The way her mouth felt against his and how she stirred feelings that he had never experience before.
She had chosen Heero over Zechs in the battlefield and at that moment Heero had been unable to restrain himself. He had kissed her in the triumph of the moment, not expecting to feel such possessiveness as he had done so. And he had not expected that his heart would race so fast and he tasted her, or that he would feel such need to do so much more to her than just kiss her.
On the way back to the villa he had concentrated on his anger at her actions which could so easily have gotten her killed. Anything but think of how sweet she had tasted and how soft her body felt under his seeking fingers. She had been quiet too, head bowed and subdued. Heero had thought that she might be regretting her choice, but that was her problem. She had chosen him and he would be dammed if he allowed her to escape him again.
"Well...?" Odin brought Heero's thoughts back to the present.
There was only one obstacle left to Heero now, and he was sitting opposite him. Heero frowned and stood straight, his fists clenching at his side.
"I want to wed with Relena," he said, his voice flat and determined.
Odin said nothing, merely raising an eyebrow. Heero stared down at his father who seemed nonplussed by his son's declaration. Heero felt his palms begin to sweat as still his father gazed at him. Finally Odin spoke.
"You want the High King's Crown for yourself," he said, folding his arms carefully and wincing a little as the wound pulled.
"I want Relena for myself!" Heero growled in reply.
"Ah.... You are infatuated with her," Odin said looking away to the fire, "She is a beautiful woman with a strong heart. It is not surprising that you have developed feelings for her. But, there are plenty of other beautiful women in this Kingdom."
Heero knelt at his father's feet. He spoke quietly knowing that if he did not make the effort to restrain himself he would be shouting at the top of his lungs in an effort to get his father to listen to him.
"I. Want. Relena," he said, "I don't want any other woman. I want her. I want her to be mine."
Odin leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowed. "Why is it that you must have everything of mine?" he questioned back, his mouth grim. "Soon enough you will have Mercia and the High King's throne. Why is it that you can't wait for my death? And now you want the woman that I would marry as well?"
Heero blinked, focusing on the angry glare in his father's eyes. He shook his head slowly. "I have never yearned after your throne, and I have never wanted the High King's throne," he replied, "and I hope that it will be many years before I am burdened with either. But I do want Relena and she wants me."
Odin's eyes widened a little at Heero's declaration, before he snorted and turned away. Heero gripped either side of his father's chair before giving it a little shake.
"Listen to me!" Heero demanded.
Odin pushed out with his good arm, an action Heero was not prepared for. He toppled backwards, whilst his father stood up over him.
"You listen to me boy!" Odin growled, "I am your King and you will do as I say!"
Heero pushed himself up and glared at his King, but before he could respond Relena entered the chamber.
She looked tired, dark smudges under eyes gave away that she had had little sleep of late. Her hair, however, hung over her shoulder gleaming warmly, and her posture was alert and determined. She looked from Heero to Odin, then back to Heero, her eyebrow raised showing her confusion. She had most certainly heard them shouting at each other, but probably did not realise that they were fighting over her.
Heero felt his breath become shallow as he observed her walk close to him. She moved steadily and he felt relief that she had not been injured as he had feared. She had told him that she was not injured, but so much blood had soaked her skirts that he was unsure whether she was telling the truth.
Odin rose from his seat, his eyes gleaming. He took Relena's hand and drew her close to him. Heero stiffened at his father's predatory actions. Relena allowed Odin to kiss her hand, but continued to flick her eyes towards Heero looking uncomfortable at the attention. As soon as Odin released her hand, Relena fell back a pace. Odin frowned at her action, but Relena did not notice as her head was bowed.
"Please, I must tell you both -" she began, but was interrupted by Odin.
"Don't apologise," he said as he sat down in his chair, "Let us forget about the incident."
Heero watched as Relena's head instantly snapped up.
"I wasn't going to apologise," she said, "Although you may consider my actions wrong," she directed a glance at Heero, "I would do anything to end this war quickly."
Odin snorted and glanced away. "The only way to end this war is fight decisively," he declared.
"Or parley."
Quatre had entered the room unnoticed by Heero, supported by Catherine who looked cross. She led him over to the chair by Odin and, without seeking permission, helped Quatre to sit down. Quatre murmured his thanks to the serving woman, who looked at him irritably, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Thank me by not straining yourself too much," she said, before nodding to the King and leaving.
Relena knelt beside the Druid, her face showing her concern. "Are you alright?" she asked, taking in his pale face and wounded shoulder, "Did Dorothy do this?"
Quatre smiled at the woman's concern. "She is quite a swordswoman," he said, patting Relena's hand to reassure her, "but I will live. Did she return with you?" He frowned as Relena shook her head.
"I have not seen her since she told us to go on," she said.
"It is of no consequence where this Dorothy is," Odin interrupted. "I take it that you have left your sick bed to offer advice. And that advice would be to talk to those who are attacking." Odin's mouth twisted showing his distaste for the idea.
Quatre nodded. "It is," he said firmly, "They attack because they believe that Mercia has stolen the Peacecraft Heir. They believe that she is not here of her own free will. If they can be convinced that she is and that she has wed of her own volition then I am convinced that they will honour the old agreements and leave our borders."
Heero glanced at Relena who remained kneeling at Quatre's side. Her face was pale and she glanced up at Heero, her eyes showing that she was not entirely comfortable with Quatre's words. Odin was also watching her, his face intent on her every move. Heero felt satisfaction that she looked towards him rather than his father and could not help but look at Odin with a smug smile on his face.
Quatre sensing the discontentment between Heero and the King frowned again. "If Relena was willing to do so, she could talk to the leaders of the warbands and convince them that she is here of her own free will," he paused, ".If that is true."
Odin banged the armrest of his chair with his fists. "Enough!" he declared, looking from Heero to Quatre and back again. "Leave, now. I would talk to Relena about this in private."
Heero stiffened. The smile that had been on his face disappeared rapidly as he tried to calculate what his father was up to. Odin stared at him as if daring him to disobey, and Heero stared back silently warning his father to leave Relena be.
"I think that what you say to her should be heard by me," Heero grated moving a little closer to the kneeling girl.
"Do you think that you can stomach the answer she gives?" Odin grinned up at his son.
Heero did not bother to answer. He knew that Relena wanted him as much as he wanted her; her reaction to his kiss confirmed it. Smirking again, he looked down at Relena. There was no way that he would lose to his father, not this time.
* * * * *
Relena stood up from the Druid's side and gazed into the fire. She had not paid attention to the conversation between Heero and his father, after Quatre's declaration of his solution to the war. She had known ever since she had first discovered that Heero was Prince of Mercia that she was destined to become his wife or the wife of his father, but now she also knew that she was not who they thought she was. She was living a lie. A lie not of her own making, but that of her brother who seemed determined to not take up the Kingship as he ought to do.
And now it was getting so much more complicated. If she kept silent about the fact that her brother lived she had the opportunity to end the war peacefully. But what would happen after if the truth came out. If Millardo should decide that he wanted to be High King, or if his son decided to take up the throne, what would happen then? And if she was honest, who would believe her? Would they think that it was an excuse to evade marriage?
Hearing a slight cough behind her, Relena turned to find Odin standing close to her. He smirked a little at her reaction reminding her of Heero and she blushed a little at the thought, her gaze flickering back to where Heero stood with the same smirk on his face. Odin frowned a little at her wandering gaze and took her hand in his once more.
Relena's free hand grasped the material of her skirt, crumpling the material as she suddenly realised what he meant to do. He was going to follow Quatre's advice, he was going to ask her to wed him and end the war. But she did not wish to marry him. As much as she held him in high regard and affection even, Heero was the one who shone brightly in her eyes. Heero was the one she wished with all her being to be with for the rest of her days. She knew that she had to stop him speaking.
Odin opened his mouth to utter the words, but Relena forestalled him lifting a hand to his mouth, blushing a little at the intimate contact of his lips touching her finger tips. She ignored that startled noise that issued from Heero, instead she frantically thought of something, anything, to say to stop Odin declaring himself to her.
"My brother lives," she whispered, almost choking on the words.
Odin blinked in surprise, letting go of her hand allowing it to fall away from him. Heero and Quatre were silent, but their gazes bored into her back. Relena tried to stay calm as she took her shaky fingers away from Odin's mouth, once again gripping the fabric of her skirts. It was not exactly the best way to stop Odin proposing, but it seemed to have worked. He stared at her, motionless from the surprise of her declaration.
"I saw him with Treize and he helped me escape when Sussex attacked," Relena hurried on, eager to get the truth out and to deal with the consequences. "He and Heero fought, then after he left with his wife and child."
"Zechs?" Heero pushed the name through gritted teeth.
"Wife and child?" Odin's eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline, "They all live?"
Relena nodded. "She was here; the maid Noin and her baby. I didn't know who she was until she told me Zechs was my brother Millardo."
Odin rubbed his chin with his hand, looking past Relena at Heero as if seeking confirmation of this. His eyes were troubled and concerned at the new turn of events.
"I knew there was something familiar about that woman," he said, "But it makes no sense..." he trailed off looking back at Relena.
"Actually, it does make sense," Quatre interrupted from his place by the fire, "Millardo Peacecraft is trying to protect his family. The throne is a threat to them, so he has withdrawn his claim on it."
"But it's the crown!" Odin exclaimed, "The High King's Crown!"
"And he has a wife and a child. A son who could have been easily killed just for that title," Quatre replied quietly, his blue eyes calm. "I can understand him giving up everything for the life of his son."
Odin paused at this, frowning. He looked towards Heero for a moment, before turning back and throwing himself down into his chair. It seemed that the King found his shoes fascinating, for he continued to study them as he rubbed his hand over his chin.
"You chose me over your brother."
The words were whispered into Relena's ear, and she half turned to see that Heero had come close to her and was looking at her intently. She could not help the blush that coloured her cheeks and she looked down at her feet. A longing to just throw herself into his arms to be held safe and warm flowed over her but she resisted the temptation.
"I am sorry," she said quietly before looking back up at him, pushing her desire down into the pit of her stomach, "I did not mean to not tell you, but I was so surprised and then I was afraid."
"Afraid?" Heero had taken hold of her chin and was gently caressing her jaw line with his thumb. The sensation caused little shivers to travel up and down Relena's spine and she found it difficult to think, let alone speak.
"Afraid that you would no longer want me," she confessed her voice so low that he had to bend his head towards her to catch them, "That if I were no longer the Peacecraft heir you would have no need of me."
Relena stopped talking as she was suddenly pulled against Heero's firm chest, his arms wrapped firmly around her body and his hands caressing up and down her back. For a moment she resisted, tried to pull away from him, but he was unyielding. So she stopped and instead gave herself up to the luxury of nestling her head up against his chest.
"Idiot," was all that Heero said. The word on its own should have been insulting, but coupled with his embrace and the softness of how he said it made it seem like the most beautiful endearment in the world.
A gentle cough sounded from behind them and Relena realised that it must be Quatre reminding them of where they were and who was witnessing their embrace. Odin! Relena stiffened and pulled away from Heero, and this time he let her. But he did not relinquish his grip on her entirely, instead he held on to her hand, his thumb tracing lazy patterns against the back of her hand.
King Odin was looking up at them with a strange expression on his face, he seemed to be resigned yet at the same time determined. He lifted a hand and pointed towards Relena.
"You are the Peacecraft heir," he said ignoring the protest that half welled up in her throat. "Your brother is dead. If he were alive I would not accept him as King. The title of King demands sacrifices; a King must be willing to give up everything for the sake of his people. Millardo Peacecraft has shown none of these qualities. He has put himself and his family above all else and that is unacceptable."
"But-" Relena tried to speak again, but a gentle squeeze of Heero's hand warned her to remain quiet."
"I know my fellow Kings. None of them would accept him either. If Millardo Peacecraft were alive it would tear this isle apart. No, he is dead. And you are heir," Odin continued. "We will parley with the other Kings and you will convince them that you are here of your own accord. That way we will have peace," he stared at Relena as if drinking in her image one last time, then turned to look at the fire. "Because you will be vulnerable as a unmarried woman, you must wed. I would have you marry Heero, if you desire it."
Heero's fingers stopped their intimate caress of Relena's hand as Odin spoke, and for a moment or two Relena was unsure whether she had heard correctly. Odin's lips turned up into a faint smile as he turned back to face them.
"A strong man is needed to bring the negotiations to a successful conclusion. And I am wounded," he gestured to his shoulder wincing as he moved. "If I wed you Relena a frail old man near to his death would ascend the throne and that would be an advantage only to our enemies," Odin grinned, "As much as it will disappoint you, I must ask that you take my son instead of me."
Relena blinked, staring uncertainly at Odin. He was neither frail nor old and although his shoulder had been wounded he was not weak. She frowned wondering why, when he had been so forward with her before, he had now changed his mind. And then Quatre's voice came clearly to her
"I can understand him giving up everything for the life of his son."
She suddenly realised that this was what Odin was doing for Heero. Odin had wanted the High King's Throne and he had seemed to desire to be wed to her as well. But he had seen that Heero loved and wanted her even though she had nothing to her name and he was giving up all he wanted for the sake of his son. Relena could not help herself, she threw her arms around Odin's waist and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you," she murmured before pulling away.
Odin looked a little nonplussed. "You know, you remind me more and more of your mother," he said quietly, before raising a hand to scratch his head. His small smile turned into a smirk as he looked at Heero, "You better watch her closely," he sniffed, "She obviously still finds me attractive."
Heero said nothing, but sunk to his knees in a posture of submission before his king. He did not thank his father, but his attitude showed his gratitude. Then he got to his feet and turned to Relena. Taking her by the hand, he pulled her away with him, walking swiftly out of the room, down darkened halls. Once satisfied that they were alone, he turned to Relena, tracing his finger once more over her cheekbone.
"Will you have me?" he asked quietly, his eyes serious and urgent, "I would not force you to be my wife."
Relena could say nothing, her throat felt choked and tight, the palms of her hands sweaty and her heart raced as if she had run for miles. All she could do was nod and hope that her eyes showed how much she wanted to be with Heero. And it seemed that this was enough for Heero.
He smiled. A warm broad smile that lit his face and made Relena's heart almost stop in her joy. Never before had she seen him so relaxed, calm and happy. Then the smile faded and his eyes became intense, so blue and deep that it made her heart beat rapidly once again. Slowly he dipped his head down and allowed his lips to gently brush against hers.
It was not a kiss of passion like she experienced with him out on the battlefield. This was a gentle loving kiss that made her toes curl in her sandals as he made her understand just how much he loved her. And then, as he slowly deepened the kiss pressing his lips harder against hers, encouraging her mouth to open with his tongue, she knew that he was showing her just how much he desired her.
He did not say anything, no declarations of love were forthcoming. But he showed her his love with his soul as his mouth moved against hers. There were no need for words, his racing heart, flushed face and shallow breath told her all that she needed to know.
And so, with as much skill as her innocence would allow she showed him how much she loved him back.
* * * *
Epilogue
Quatre stood back against the wall of the hall half hidden by shadows as he watched the King and Queen progress through the hall. Relena moved slowly, her arm supported by her husband who watched over her with an over keen awareness. She looked beautiful, her long blond hair combed until it shone and her face serene and confident. She had changed greatly from the small frightened dirty novice that Quatre had first met on the steps to Heero's villa.
She was now an adept politician, someone who had managed to calm warring nations with soft words. The Kings who had come to Mercia eager to fight to try and claim a woman who held the High King's Throne in her hands had been convinced by her sincere words that she was where she wanted to be, with whom she wanted to be: her husband. A bond declared by Quatre himself and witnessed by all the men and women ho had taken refuge in the villa.
Peace had come, not as quickly as they all had hoped, but gradually the nations that made up the Isle had accepted that Heero of Mercia would rule them as High King, with Relena at his side as Queen. And once they had left the Mercian boundaries, Heero had taken Relena back to the abbey there to sanctify their marriage in the eyes of her God.
The nun Sally had taken the opportunity to travel back with them to her convent which she rejoined, content that she had seen and experienced enough of the wide world for the moment. During the trip, Sally had often looked about herself as if hoping to catch a glimpse of someone, but Quatre suspected that she never saw the one she hoped to see.
Quatre, however, had. Not far out of the villa he had caught sight of a boy lurking amidst the trees, short hair bright gold and eyes intently seeking him. It had been Dorothy, disguised as usual, but this time with a bright smile gracing her lips. Quatre had fancied that it was because she had seen that he was alive and well despite the wound that she had inflicted on him. He had smiled back hoping that she would come out of the shadows of the wood to him, but instead she had slipped away with a wicked grin on her face as if to say 'You'll never catch me!' He had not seen her since, but felt in the deepness of his soul that one day he would.
Not all that had come to Mercia because of the war left. Trowa had by some means convinced Une to remain by his side. She had been unresponsive immediately after Treize's death but gradually as time passed by she had begun to smile once more. And once she had set aside her Shaman's tools she bloomed in everyone's eyes gaining several suitors in addition to Trowa. She had, of course, chosen Trowa but not before Trowa had with his usual efficiency warned off those who had tried to take Une from his side.
And that had been the first of a spate of weddings. Duo finally wed Hilde, but only after she had given him a black eye for flirting with a young villager who had sought refuge in the villa. He had to work long and hard to get Hilde to forgive him, but she had finally come around and consented to be his wife. Then King Odin had surprised everyone by announcing that he was marrying the spinster sister of the King of Sussex, a quiet woman tall and dark, with intelligent lively eyes. She was passive and obedient in public, but Odin had boasted more than once, to Quatre's everlasting embarrassment, that in the privacy of their own room she was refreshingly dominant.
Quatre once more focused on Relena as she paused for a moment, her hand moving to her swollen stomach massaging where the child she carried in her womb had just kicked her. Heero grinned commenting that his son would be a fighter, before holding Relena closer to himself and murmuring in her ear. Relena's aura spun forth lazily, entwining in Heero's and Quatre had to smile. She was a remarkably strong and loving person.
The only issue that continued to give her unease was the whereabouts of her brother. Quatre knew that she wondered whether he and his family had lived through the day they all met on the battlefield and was desperate to know the truth of the matter. Especially when the new life had stirred within her focusing her thoughts on babies and in particular her nephew which she had held for a short time. That child would now be in his second year, and probably Quatre thought as he remembered the strength of the child's aura, giving his parents no end of trouble.
Quatre was sure that Millardo Peacecraft, his wife and son, still lived. He was convinced that having felt such a connection to the child he would have felt that child's demise if that had occurred. Whilst this did not fully reassure Relena, it did comfort her a little. And the knowledge that Millardo had deliberately distanced himself from the High King's Throne kept her from doing what she most wanted to do; search for him. One day, Quatre was sure, Relena would be reunited with Millardo and her brother would be proud to see that she had continued the Peacecraft tradition of ruling peacefully and wisely.
A small cheer sounded as Heero bent his head to give his wife a light kiss, and Relena's cheeks flamed red with embarrassment. It made Quatre laugh to see that she was still a little prudish about being observed kissing her husband, even though they had been married over a year and their first child was almost due to be born. But she rose to the challenge her husband had given her and reached up to kiss Heero firmly back.
Indeed she had grown into a beautiful strong woman and Quatre could only be honoured to be there to witness her embrace the destiny that he had seen surround her when first they met. She was the Queen of Peace.
The End.
Once again, thank you!
Cheers!
Cynehelme
by kmf
Rating: PG13
Warnings: AU
Standard Disclaimer Applies
Chapter Twenty Three
They found Odin back at the villa, Catherine seeing to a wound that he had suffered during the battle. It was a shallow cut to the shoulder, but its edges were angry and red and it seemed that infection had already set into it. Catherine was bemoaning the lack of a healing Druid, but only half- heartedly. She had already seen to Quatre's wound and had been visibly shaken by the nearness to which Quatre had almost lost his life.
Relena was welcomed back without comment, although she could sense some resentment from Catherine. Although she greeted Relena courteously, the head woman would not look directly at her. Catherine was holding Relena responsible for the injury Quatre had sustained, and Relena could hardly blame her. Her choices had been ill ones, despite the fact that they had been well intentioned. She had hoped that she would spare lives, instead she had endangered more.
Sally, ever practical, immediately volunteered to help Catherine and the other women tend the wounded. When Catherine realised that Sally had skill and experience in healing her offer was readily accepted. Relena also offered to help, but Odin shook his head denying her.
"We need to discuss events," he said and allowed her only leave to go and change from blood soaked clothes whilst giving instructions to return without delay.
Relena bowed her head and complied with the King's orders. Now was not the time to protest; she no longer was of an equal standing to the King of Mercia, even though no-one else knew this but her.
Hilde accompanied her to the women's quarters, casting sidelong glances at the Princess as they walked. Relena steadfastly looked forward not wishing to catch the other girl's eye and see disapproval there. However, once in the room Hilde spun around to her grasping her by the arms and gave her a little shake.
"Why didn't you tell me!" Hilde demanded, "I would have gone with you! I could have helped!"
Relena could not help but raise an eyebrow at the girl's outburst. A smile touched her lips, the first since she had left the villa in the morning, as she watched Hilde's eyes sparkle in her enthusiasm.
"I am in enough trouble for what I did," Relena shook her head, "I would hate to add the wrath of Duo to it."
Hilde snorted and crossed her arms. "The first thing that he did after returning with Quatre was to make sure that I was still here," she grinned at the memory, "Apparently I am somewhat untrustworthy in his eyes. Not helped when I told him that had I known of your intention I would have gone."
She started to help Relena take off her hopelessly stained dress, carefully assessing her limbs to make sure that none of the blood originated from her. Relena stood passively allowing Hilde to tend her, her thoughts running over the events of the day.
Never before had she seen death on such a scale. All of it so pointless, all of it over a title that was not even hers.
"It was all such a waste," she murmured softly, looking at her hands and the dried blood that stained them. The boys blood, the young lad who had cried for help so piteously.
Hilde followed her gaze, then turned to get the bowl of water that had been readied to cleanse the Princess. Dipping a cloth into the warm liquid she started to wash Relena's face.
"I don't think it was a waste," Hilde commented as she worked, "The point is that you tried and if you had not gone, who knows how the day would have ended."
Relena lifted a hand and took the cloth from Hilde. She said nothing, but smiled at the girl who was trying to comfort her. Hilde beamed back and turned to get a replacement dress for Relena. As Hilde turned away, the smile faded from Relena's face.
Indeed, who knew how the day would have gone? Would Treize still be alive and Heero be dead? She plunged her hands into the bowl of water and watched as it slowly turned pink. Would that boy still be alive? She bowed her head and closed her eyes feeling hot tears well up as she relived the moment of his death.
A hand on her shoulder brought her head up and she blinked rapidly trying to dispel the tears. Hilde was at her side again, her face showing her concern. Automatically Relena pulled her mouth into a smile to reassure the girl who sighed.
"You ought to be resting; it's unfair of the King to demand your presence again so quickly after what you have been through," Hilde commented, lifting up the dress and pulling it over Relena's head. She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes as she considered the princess.
Relena frowned. She had been through nothing compared with those who had lost their lives. And what of their relatives, their wives, mothers and children? Relena could not help but think of Une's reaction to Treize's death. How many other women today had experienced a sudden disquiet, a feeling that all was not well? How many days would it be before their dreaded suspicions were confirmed?
She was no longer the heir of the Peacecraft throne, therefore all this fighting was senseless. She only had to tell Odin and he would see that she was not worth the trouble of defending.
.and Heero will no longer want you. A little voice sounded in the back of her mind.
She shook her head. He was so angry with her at the moment that the knowledge that she was an impostor would likely twist his regard of her into hate. But still, the truth had to come out. And it had to happen as soon as possible so that no more lives were ended in a pointless war.
* * * *
Heero washed his hands and face in a bowl of water that a maid brought him, wincing at the amount of grime that stained the water when he had finished. Nothing would please him more at this point than sinking into his bath, but that would have to wait. Odin sat in front of him, his face a little flushed from the low fever that his wound had given him. His eyes, however, were bright and focused and he watched his son closely.
"Say it," he ordered when Heero had finished washing and the maid had left their side.
Heero was startled, but hid it as well as he could. He should have expected his father to see that something was troubling him, Odin had always been very perceptive when it came to his son. Probably it was to do with the rivalry between them; the best way to win against an opponent was to know him well. And Odin knew Heero very well.
It ought to have been the war that was bothering Heero, it ought to have been that some of his men were dead or wounded, that Quatre was sorely injured and that they were now facing not just one enemy, but many. But instead it was Relena that flitted around in his mind; her disobedience, her wilfulness and her bravery. The way her mouth felt against his and how she stirred feelings that he had never experience before.
She had chosen Heero over Zechs in the battlefield and at that moment Heero had been unable to restrain himself. He had kissed her in the triumph of the moment, not expecting to feel such possessiveness as he had done so. And he had not expected that his heart would race so fast and he tasted her, or that he would feel such need to do so much more to her than just kiss her.
On the way back to the villa he had concentrated on his anger at her actions which could so easily have gotten her killed. Anything but think of how sweet she had tasted and how soft her body felt under his seeking fingers. She had been quiet too, head bowed and subdued. Heero had thought that she might be regretting her choice, but that was her problem. She had chosen him and he would be dammed if he allowed her to escape him again.
"Well...?" Odin brought Heero's thoughts back to the present.
There was only one obstacle left to Heero now, and he was sitting opposite him. Heero frowned and stood straight, his fists clenching at his side.
"I want to wed with Relena," he said, his voice flat and determined.
Odin said nothing, merely raising an eyebrow. Heero stared down at his father who seemed nonplussed by his son's declaration. Heero felt his palms begin to sweat as still his father gazed at him. Finally Odin spoke.
"You want the High King's Crown for yourself," he said, folding his arms carefully and wincing a little as the wound pulled.
"I want Relena for myself!" Heero growled in reply.
"Ah.... You are infatuated with her," Odin said looking away to the fire, "She is a beautiful woman with a strong heart. It is not surprising that you have developed feelings for her. But, there are plenty of other beautiful women in this Kingdom."
Heero knelt at his father's feet. He spoke quietly knowing that if he did not make the effort to restrain himself he would be shouting at the top of his lungs in an effort to get his father to listen to him.
"I. Want. Relena," he said, "I don't want any other woman. I want her. I want her to be mine."
Odin leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowed. "Why is it that you must have everything of mine?" he questioned back, his mouth grim. "Soon enough you will have Mercia and the High King's throne. Why is it that you can't wait for my death? And now you want the woman that I would marry as well?"
Heero blinked, focusing on the angry glare in his father's eyes. He shook his head slowly. "I have never yearned after your throne, and I have never wanted the High King's throne," he replied, "and I hope that it will be many years before I am burdened with either. But I do want Relena and she wants me."
Odin's eyes widened a little at Heero's declaration, before he snorted and turned away. Heero gripped either side of his father's chair before giving it a little shake.
"Listen to me!" Heero demanded.
Odin pushed out with his good arm, an action Heero was not prepared for. He toppled backwards, whilst his father stood up over him.
"You listen to me boy!" Odin growled, "I am your King and you will do as I say!"
Heero pushed himself up and glared at his King, but before he could respond Relena entered the chamber.
She looked tired, dark smudges under eyes gave away that she had had little sleep of late. Her hair, however, hung over her shoulder gleaming warmly, and her posture was alert and determined. She looked from Heero to Odin, then back to Heero, her eyebrow raised showing her confusion. She had most certainly heard them shouting at each other, but probably did not realise that they were fighting over her.
Heero felt his breath become shallow as he observed her walk close to him. She moved steadily and he felt relief that she had not been injured as he had feared. She had told him that she was not injured, but so much blood had soaked her skirts that he was unsure whether she was telling the truth.
Odin rose from his seat, his eyes gleaming. He took Relena's hand and drew her close to him. Heero stiffened at his father's predatory actions. Relena allowed Odin to kiss her hand, but continued to flick her eyes towards Heero looking uncomfortable at the attention. As soon as Odin released her hand, Relena fell back a pace. Odin frowned at her action, but Relena did not notice as her head was bowed.
"Please, I must tell you both -" she began, but was interrupted by Odin.
"Don't apologise," he said as he sat down in his chair, "Let us forget about the incident."
Heero watched as Relena's head instantly snapped up.
"I wasn't going to apologise," she said, "Although you may consider my actions wrong," she directed a glance at Heero, "I would do anything to end this war quickly."
Odin snorted and glanced away. "The only way to end this war is fight decisively," he declared.
"Or parley."
Quatre had entered the room unnoticed by Heero, supported by Catherine who looked cross. She led him over to the chair by Odin and, without seeking permission, helped Quatre to sit down. Quatre murmured his thanks to the serving woman, who looked at him irritably, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Thank me by not straining yourself too much," she said, before nodding to the King and leaving.
Relena knelt beside the Druid, her face showing her concern. "Are you alright?" she asked, taking in his pale face and wounded shoulder, "Did Dorothy do this?"
Quatre smiled at the woman's concern. "She is quite a swordswoman," he said, patting Relena's hand to reassure her, "but I will live. Did she return with you?" He frowned as Relena shook her head.
"I have not seen her since she told us to go on," she said.
"It is of no consequence where this Dorothy is," Odin interrupted. "I take it that you have left your sick bed to offer advice. And that advice would be to talk to those who are attacking." Odin's mouth twisted showing his distaste for the idea.
Quatre nodded. "It is," he said firmly, "They attack because they believe that Mercia has stolen the Peacecraft Heir. They believe that she is not here of her own free will. If they can be convinced that she is and that she has wed of her own volition then I am convinced that they will honour the old agreements and leave our borders."
Heero glanced at Relena who remained kneeling at Quatre's side. Her face was pale and she glanced up at Heero, her eyes showing that she was not entirely comfortable with Quatre's words. Odin was also watching her, his face intent on her every move. Heero felt satisfaction that she looked towards him rather than his father and could not help but look at Odin with a smug smile on his face.
Quatre sensing the discontentment between Heero and the King frowned again. "If Relena was willing to do so, she could talk to the leaders of the warbands and convince them that she is here of her own free will," he paused, ".If that is true."
Odin banged the armrest of his chair with his fists. "Enough!" he declared, looking from Heero to Quatre and back again. "Leave, now. I would talk to Relena about this in private."
Heero stiffened. The smile that had been on his face disappeared rapidly as he tried to calculate what his father was up to. Odin stared at him as if daring him to disobey, and Heero stared back silently warning his father to leave Relena be.
"I think that what you say to her should be heard by me," Heero grated moving a little closer to the kneeling girl.
"Do you think that you can stomach the answer she gives?" Odin grinned up at his son.
Heero did not bother to answer. He knew that Relena wanted him as much as he wanted her; her reaction to his kiss confirmed it. Smirking again, he looked down at Relena. There was no way that he would lose to his father, not this time.
* * * * *
Relena stood up from the Druid's side and gazed into the fire. She had not paid attention to the conversation between Heero and his father, after Quatre's declaration of his solution to the war. She had known ever since she had first discovered that Heero was Prince of Mercia that she was destined to become his wife or the wife of his father, but now she also knew that she was not who they thought she was. She was living a lie. A lie not of her own making, but that of her brother who seemed determined to not take up the Kingship as he ought to do.
And now it was getting so much more complicated. If she kept silent about the fact that her brother lived she had the opportunity to end the war peacefully. But what would happen after if the truth came out. If Millardo should decide that he wanted to be High King, or if his son decided to take up the throne, what would happen then? And if she was honest, who would believe her? Would they think that it was an excuse to evade marriage?
Hearing a slight cough behind her, Relena turned to find Odin standing close to her. He smirked a little at her reaction reminding her of Heero and she blushed a little at the thought, her gaze flickering back to where Heero stood with the same smirk on his face. Odin frowned a little at her wandering gaze and took her hand in his once more.
Relena's free hand grasped the material of her skirt, crumpling the material as she suddenly realised what he meant to do. He was going to follow Quatre's advice, he was going to ask her to wed him and end the war. But she did not wish to marry him. As much as she held him in high regard and affection even, Heero was the one who shone brightly in her eyes. Heero was the one she wished with all her being to be with for the rest of her days. She knew that she had to stop him speaking.
Odin opened his mouth to utter the words, but Relena forestalled him lifting a hand to his mouth, blushing a little at the intimate contact of his lips touching her finger tips. She ignored that startled noise that issued from Heero, instead she frantically thought of something, anything, to say to stop Odin declaring himself to her.
"My brother lives," she whispered, almost choking on the words.
Odin blinked in surprise, letting go of her hand allowing it to fall away from him. Heero and Quatre were silent, but their gazes bored into her back. Relena tried to stay calm as she took her shaky fingers away from Odin's mouth, once again gripping the fabric of her skirts. It was not exactly the best way to stop Odin proposing, but it seemed to have worked. He stared at her, motionless from the surprise of her declaration.
"I saw him with Treize and he helped me escape when Sussex attacked," Relena hurried on, eager to get the truth out and to deal with the consequences. "He and Heero fought, then after he left with his wife and child."
"Zechs?" Heero pushed the name through gritted teeth.
"Wife and child?" Odin's eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline, "They all live?"
Relena nodded. "She was here; the maid Noin and her baby. I didn't know who she was until she told me Zechs was my brother Millardo."
Odin rubbed his chin with his hand, looking past Relena at Heero as if seeking confirmation of this. His eyes were troubled and concerned at the new turn of events.
"I knew there was something familiar about that woman," he said, "But it makes no sense..." he trailed off looking back at Relena.
"Actually, it does make sense," Quatre interrupted from his place by the fire, "Millardo Peacecraft is trying to protect his family. The throne is a threat to them, so he has withdrawn his claim on it."
"But it's the crown!" Odin exclaimed, "The High King's Crown!"
"And he has a wife and a child. A son who could have been easily killed just for that title," Quatre replied quietly, his blue eyes calm. "I can understand him giving up everything for the life of his son."
Odin paused at this, frowning. He looked towards Heero for a moment, before turning back and throwing himself down into his chair. It seemed that the King found his shoes fascinating, for he continued to study them as he rubbed his hand over his chin.
"You chose me over your brother."
The words were whispered into Relena's ear, and she half turned to see that Heero had come close to her and was looking at her intently. She could not help the blush that coloured her cheeks and she looked down at her feet. A longing to just throw herself into his arms to be held safe and warm flowed over her but she resisted the temptation.
"I am sorry," she said quietly before looking back up at him, pushing her desire down into the pit of her stomach, "I did not mean to not tell you, but I was so surprised and then I was afraid."
"Afraid?" Heero had taken hold of her chin and was gently caressing her jaw line with his thumb. The sensation caused little shivers to travel up and down Relena's spine and she found it difficult to think, let alone speak.
"Afraid that you would no longer want me," she confessed her voice so low that he had to bend his head towards her to catch them, "That if I were no longer the Peacecraft heir you would have no need of me."
Relena stopped talking as she was suddenly pulled against Heero's firm chest, his arms wrapped firmly around her body and his hands caressing up and down her back. For a moment she resisted, tried to pull away from him, but he was unyielding. So she stopped and instead gave herself up to the luxury of nestling her head up against his chest.
"Idiot," was all that Heero said. The word on its own should have been insulting, but coupled with his embrace and the softness of how he said it made it seem like the most beautiful endearment in the world.
A gentle cough sounded from behind them and Relena realised that it must be Quatre reminding them of where they were and who was witnessing their embrace. Odin! Relena stiffened and pulled away from Heero, and this time he let her. But he did not relinquish his grip on her entirely, instead he held on to her hand, his thumb tracing lazy patterns against the back of her hand.
King Odin was looking up at them with a strange expression on his face, he seemed to be resigned yet at the same time determined. He lifted a hand and pointed towards Relena.
"You are the Peacecraft heir," he said ignoring the protest that half welled up in her throat. "Your brother is dead. If he were alive I would not accept him as King. The title of King demands sacrifices; a King must be willing to give up everything for the sake of his people. Millardo Peacecraft has shown none of these qualities. He has put himself and his family above all else and that is unacceptable."
"But-" Relena tried to speak again, but a gentle squeeze of Heero's hand warned her to remain quiet."
"I know my fellow Kings. None of them would accept him either. If Millardo Peacecraft were alive it would tear this isle apart. No, he is dead. And you are heir," Odin continued. "We will parley with the other Kings and you will convince them that you are here of your own accord. That way we will have peace," he stared at Relena as if drinking in her image one last time, then turned to look at the fire. "Because you will be vulnerable as a unmarried woman, you must wed. I would have you marry Heero, if you desire it."
Heero's fingers stopped their intimate caress of Relena's hand as Odin spoke, and for a moment or two Relena was unsure whether she had heard correctly. Odin's lips turned up into a faint smile as he turned back to face them.
"A strong man is needed to bring the negotiations to a successful conclusion. And I am wounded," he gestured to his shoulder wincing as he moved. "If I wed you Relena a frail old man near to his death would ascend the throne and that would be an advantage only to our enemies," Odin grinned, "As much as it will disappoint you, I must ask that you take my son instead of me."
Relena blinked, staring uncertainly at Odin. He was neither frail nor old and although his shoulder had been wounded he was not weak. She frowned wondering why, when he had been so forward with her before, he had now changed his mind. And then Quatre's voice came clearly to her
"I can understand him giving up everything for the life of his son."
She suddenly realised that this was what Odin was doing for Heero. Odin had wanted the High King's Throne and he had seemed to desire to be wed to her as well. But he had seen that Heero loved and wanted her even though she had nothing to her name and he was giving up all he wanted for the sake of his son. Relena could not help herself, she threw her arms around Odin's waist and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you," she murmured before pulling away.
Odin looked a little nonplussed. "You know, you remind me more and more of your mother," he said quietly, before raising a hand to scratch his head. His small smile turned into a smirk as he looked at Heero, "You better watch her closely," he sniffed, "She obviously still finds me attractive."
Heero said nothing, but sunk to his knees in a posture of submission before his king. He did not thank his father, but his attitude showed his gratitude. Then he got to his feet and turned to Relena. Taking her by the hand, he pulled her away with him, walking swiftly out of the room, down darkened halls. Once satisfied that they were alone, he turned to Relena, tracing his finger once more over her cheekbone.
"Will you have me?" he asked quietly, his eyes serious and urgent, "I would not force you to be my wife."
Relena could say nothing, her throat felt choked and tight, the palms of her hands sweaty and her heart raced as if she had run for miles. All she could do was nod and hope that her eyes showed how much she wanted to be with Heero. And it seemed that this was enough for Heero.
He smiled. A warm broad smile that lit his face and made Relena's heart almost stop in her joy. Never before had she seen him so relaxed, calm and happy. Then the smile faded and his eyes became intense, so blue and deep that it made her heart beat rapidly once again. Slowly he dipped his head down and allowed his lips to gently brush against hers.
It was not a kiss of passion like she experienced with him out on the battlefield. This was a gentle loving kiss that made her toes curl in her sandals as he made her understand just how much he loved her. And then, as he slowly deepened the kiss pressing his lips harder against hers, encouraging her mouth to open with his tongue, she knew that he was showing her just how much he desired her.
He did not say anything, no declarations of love were forthcoming. But he showed her his love with his soul as his mouth moved against hers. There were no need for words, his racing heart, flushed face and shallow breath told her all that she needed to know.
And so, with as much skill as her innocence would allow she showed him how much she loved him back.
* * * *
Epilogue
Quatre stood back against the wall of the hall half hidden by shadows as he watched the King and Queen progress through the hall. Relena moved slowly, her arm supported by her husband who watched over her with an over keen awareness. She looked beautiful, her long blond hair combed until it shone and her face serene and confident. She had changed greatly from the small frightened dirty novice that Quatre had first met on the steps to Heero's villa.
She was now an adept politician, someone who had managed to calm warring nations with soft words. The Kings who had come to Mercia eager to fight to try and claim a woman who held the High King's Throne in her hands had been convinced by her sincere words that she was where she wanted to be, with whom she wanted to be: her husband. A bond declared by Quatre himself and witnessed by all the men and women ho had taken refuge in the villa.
Peace had come, not as quickly as they all had hoped, but gradually the nations that made up the Isle had accepted that Heero of Mercia would rule them as High King, with Relena at his side as Queen. And once they had left the Mercian boundaries, Heero had taken Relena back to the abbey there to sanctify their marriage in the eyes of her God.
The nun Sally had taken the opportunity to travel back with them to her convent which she rejoined, content that she had seen and experienced enough of the wide world for the moment. During the trip, Sally had often looked about herself as if hoping to catch a glimpse of someone, but Quatre suspected that she never saw the one she hoped to see.
Quatre, however, had. Not far out of the villa he had caught sight of a boy lurking amidst the trees, short hair bright gold and eyes intently seeking him. It had been Dorothy, disguised as usual, but this time with a bright smile gracing her lips. Quatre had fancied that it was because she had seen that he was alive and well despite the wound that she had inflicted on him. He had smiled back hoping that she would come out of the shadows of the wood to him, but instead she had slipped away with a wicked grin on her face as if to say 'You'll never catch me!' He had not seen her since, but felt in the deepness of his soul that one day he would.
Not all that had come to Mercia because of the war left. Trowa had by some means convinced Une to remain by his side. She had been unresponsive immediately after Treize's death but gradually as time passed by she had begun to smile once more. And once she had set aside her Shaman's tools she bloomed in everyone's eyes gaining several suitors in addition to Trowa. She had, of course, chosen Trowa but not before Trowa had with his usual efficiency warned off those who had tried to take Une from his side.
And that had been the first of a spate of weddings. Duo finally wed Hilde, but only after she had given him a black eye for flirting with a young villager who had sought refuge in the villa. He had to work long and hard to get Hilde to forgive him, but she had finally come around and consented to be his wife. Then King Odin had surprised everyone by announcing that he was marrying the spinster sister of the King of Sussex, a quiet woman tall and dark, with intelligent lively eyes. She was passive and obedient in public, but Odin had boasted more than once, to Quatre's everlasting embarrassment, that in the privacy of their own room she was refreshingly dominant.
Quatre once more focused on Relena as she paused for a moment, her hand moving to her swollen stomach massaging where the child she carried in her womb had just kicked her. Heero grinned commenting that his son would be a fighter, before holding Relena closer to himself and murmuring in her ear. Relena's aura spun forth lazily, entwining in Heero's and Quatre had to smile. She was a remarkably strong and loving person.
The only issue that continued to give her unease was the whereabouts of her brother. Quatre knew that she wondered whether he and his family had lived through the day they all met on the battlefield and was desperate to know the truth of the matter. Especially when the new life had stirred within her focusing her thoughts on babies and in particular her nephew which she had held for a short time. That child would now be in his second year, and probably Quatre thought as he remembered the strength of the child's aura, giving his parents no end of trouble.
Quatre was sure that Millardo Peacecraft, his wife and son, still lived. He was convinced that having felt such a connection to the child he would have felt that child's demise if that had occurred. Whilst this did not fully reassure Relena, it did comfort her a little. And the knowledge that Millardo had deliberately distanced himself from the High King's Throne kept her from doing what she most wanted to do; search for him. One day, Quatre was sure, Relena would be reunited with Millardo and her brother would be proud to see that she had continued the Peacecraft tradition of ruling peacefully and wisely.
A small cheer sounded as Heero bent his head to give his wife a light kiss, and Relena's cheeks flamed red with embarrassment. It made Quatre laugh to see that she was still a little prudish about being observed kissing her husband, even though they had been married over a year and their first child was almost due to be born. But she rose to the challenge her husband had given her and reached up to kiss Heero firmly back.
Indeed she had grown into a beautiful strong woman and Quatre could only be honoured to be there to witness her embrace the destiny that he had seen surround her when first they met. She was the Queen of Peace.
The End.