Finding Fate

Author: OceanOfHell

Rating: R

Summary: What happened if Terra had not joined the party after the statues destroyed the world of balance? Would a relationship ever develop between her and her handsome prince? (most definitely a lemon, but not enough to make it rated NC-17).

r & r please

disclaimer: I do not own FF3 or anything of the sort

ON TO FIGARO!!!

Chapter 2 ~ Remembering a Lost Girl

Locke Cole, Celes Chere and Sabin Rene Figaro were in the library of Figaro castle talking.

"What's the problem with your brother? He's going to be celebrating his 32nd birthday and he has yet to find a suitable queen. Celes and I have been married for almost a year, and he's the romancer… he's the flirter… he's the f…"

Celes cut off her husband. "That's enough, Locke. Edgar will get married when he's good and ready to."

The three were so absorbed in their conversation that they did not see Edgar enter the library.

Sabin shook his head. "Yeah, but he's got to realize just how much the people are looking up to him to get married. They don't want a bachelor king, they want something new to busy themselves over."

"And plus," Locke chimed in, "he's walking around moping, almost like he's in a daze. He needs a wife."

As Celes sighed at the two men, Edgar quietly left the library.

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Edgar was pacing in his throne room. He could not believe what he had just heard them say. They were talking about him needing to marry. I'm the king of Figaro, I will choose to whom and when I shall marry, dammit!

Pacing was not helping him at all. His anger was getting the better of him and he was prepared to go out and hurt his brother and Locke, but not Celes, oh no, not Celes, she was defending him. However, his fatigue got in the way. Maybe Locke was right in which I'm walking around in a daze… I'm about ready to sleep on my feet.

The King left his throne room and avoided everybody else on his way down to his bedroom. He stripped out of his kingly garb, donned some nightclothes, and hopped into bed, hoping for a replenishing sleep.

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After talking to Locke, Edgar walks over to the green-haired woman standing there. "You mean THIS young woman?" He turns around to go back to the throne.

"Who do you think you are?"

He mentally slaps himself for his rudeness. "Oh…sorry! How rude of me to turn my back to a lady." He walks back over to her. "I am Edgar, King of Figaro."

Locke jumps into the conversation. "Surprised someone like me knows a king?"

Edgar turns to Locke and they have their own little private conversation before Locke turns to leave. "Talk to you later!"

The young King turns to follow his friend, only to stop and speak to Terra. "So… you're an Imperial soldier! No problem… Figaro and the Empire are allies! Please, relax while you're here. It's not in my blood to harm a lady."

He continues to leave when Terra's voice makes him halt.

"Look, why are you helping me? Is it because of my… abilities?"

He turns to face her. "I'll give you three reasons: First of all, your beauty has captivated me! Second… I'm dying to know if I'm your type… I guess your… abilities… would be a distant third." He returns to face the door to the throne room.

"What's wrong with you, anyway?"

He shakes his head. "Guess my technique's getting a bit rusty." He leaves.

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The sun shone in through the window on a sleeping Edgar, who blinked his eyes as he woke up. Matron entered the room and announced that it was nine o'clock and it was time for him to get up. Reluctantly, he forced himself out of the welcoming bed and prepared himself to face his brother and his friends.

Today, I am going to make my decision. Hopefully, I can pick somebody who is worthy enough to be the Queen of Figaro. But who to choose. There are all the women who live here, but they're only power hungry… I need somebody who will care for me because I'm me, and not because I'm a King… who?

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As he headed towards the throne room, Edgar tried hard to try and remember what he had dreamt about. No matter how hard he tried, he could not remember a single part of the dream.

When he reached the throne room he entered during one of Celes' and Locke's conversations.

Celes was trying to get Locke to stop talking about Edgar getting married.

"Locke… he'll be fine. Let him do this at his own pace, he knows what he's doing."

Locke refused to listen to his wife. "No. There's gotta be some girl around here that he could hook up with… after all, he's always flirting with every two-legged female around."

Celes' patience was at it's end, but she allowed her husband to try and convince her. "Really? Like who?"

"Well," he thought out loud, "there's always… Terra! Oh my God! Where's Terra?"

The blond-haired general's eyes grew wide. "How could I have forgotten! Sabin and I saw her at Mobliz, but she didn't want to come with us! How the hell did I forget her… this whole fight was based off of her."

Edgar gasped as he remembered his dream: it was Terra. The gasp carried through the door and Locke threw it open.

"Edgar! What a surprise!"

He gave Locke a puzzled look. "Why would it be a surprise that I'm about to enter my own throne room?"

"Heh…" Locke mumbled, "I, uh… well… uh…"

"Because you were talking about forcing me to marry?"

"Yeah! Wait! No. Hey! You tricked me!"

Edgar smirked at his confused friend. "Well that's okay. I've decided that I'm going to marry. I'm going to search out Terra and I'm going to marry her." The King turned towards Celes, "Now where was it you said you saw her?"

*AN: well… that answered the previous question. But what happens when Edgar discovers that Terra is no longer at Mobliz… how is he going to find her now?

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