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Bound, Bonded and Betrayed	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I don't own the G'boys, they belong to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. I just borrow them from time to time to play with and return them a whole lot happier, ne? Written for pleasure not profit.
"Bound, Bonded and Betrayed"
Chapter 14
The following morning saw Duo awake and tending to his master just as dawn was breaking.
“Thank you, Duo,” Heero said as the slave placed his cloak around his shoulders. “I will be attending breakfast with my parents this morning; you may take yours either with the other slaves or in your room. I will require you to clean my chambers as usual and once you are done you may retire to your own room until lunch. The princess is expected to arrive not long after lunch and we will be there to greet her. I want you to wear the more formal clothes I have had made for you. I will require your assistance to dress in my own robes immediately after lunch.”
“Yes, master. Will there be anything else?”
“Just one thing...” Heero reached out and pulled the long haired slave to him, taking those sweet lips in a hot kiss, a kiss that left Duo breathless. “I think that's all for the moment. I'd better be off now.” Another peck to Duo's lips and Heero left in a whirl of his cloak.
With there being a little time before breakfast, Duo made a start on cleaning the prince's chambers, humming softly to himself as he worked.
*
The morning passed quickly for Duo. His master's chambers were as clean as he could get them, the prince's clothes set out ready and all that remained was for the prince to return for his lunch. Leaving the chambers, Duo headed back to his own rooms to get himself ready. He'd chatted to Quatre over breakfast and was pleased to know that the blonde slave and his master – Prince Trowa - would also be in the welcoming party for the princess.
“Do you think the princess will like me?” Duo asked as he sat on his bed, having bathed and washed his hair. Quatre sat behind him, brushing out the long locks before braiding the mass.
“I'm sure she will love you, Duo,” Quatre chuckled. “You're very easy to like.”
Duo blushed. “I hope she does, if I'm to serve her as I do my master it will be much easier.”
“Duo, you have nothing to worry about. Everyone who meets you adores you. You're kind, sweet and quite good looking.” Quatre tied the braid off with a purple ribbon.
“Quatre!” Duo buried his red face in his hands.
“Come on, don't be embarrassed, you know it's true,” Quatre teased.
“No, it's not,” Duo argued.
“As much as I'd love to sit here and argue with you over that, we'd best be moving. You need to get ready and fetch your master's lunch.”
“Shit!” Duo bounded off the bed and began to rummage through the chest at the foot of his bed. Locating the clothing his master had requested he wear, Duo quickly dressed himself, the collar, amulets and ankle bracelets being the last things he put on. “Do I look alright?” he asked his fellow slave.
Quatre paused in slipping on his own clothing to appraise the slave before him. “You look stunning, Duo,” he said with a smile. “I'm sure the princess will be more than impressed.”
Blushing with the kind words, Duo took a quick look at himself in the mirror. It was a different person that gazed back at him now. Gone was the gaunt frame, the shadows beneath the eyes and all that remained of his past beatings were a few scars – and even they were hard to see unless you knew where to look. Although his back was still showing the signs of the numerous whippings he'd suffered, even those scars were fading with time and couldn't be seen unless Duo was shirtless.
The deep purple of the shirt and pants highlighted his unusual eyes, the chestnut locks shone, the soft, golden slippers that adorned his feet added to the overall picture which was finished off with the gem studded collar at his neck. Even Duo had to admit he didn't look all that bad.
“Stop admiring yourself and go get Prince Heero's lunch, if you're late he will surely find a way to punish you and I'm sure you don't want to be wearing a cock ring around the princess,” Quatre teased.
Whirling around, Duo couldn't help the blush. “I wasn't admiring myself,” he defended, “Just making sure I won't disgrace my master.”
“Duo, you could never disgrace Prince Heero; now go, shoo and get his lunch. I'll see you later out front of the castle.”
With a smile, Duo left to fetch his master's lunch, the blonde slave watching him go with a shake of his head and a soft chuckle.
*
Lunch with his master was a quiet affair, Heero picking at his food and feeding Duo most of it. Duo could feel the tension radiating off the prince but wasn't sure how to help, so he kept his mouth shut, well closed other than to accept the food that was offered to him. When Duo began to feel very full but the food continued to be passed to him, he knew he had to say something.
“Master?”
The dark hair shifted as Heero turned to glance down at his slave. “Yes?”
“I really can't eat anymore.”
Realizing what he'd been doing, Heero's cheeks pinked a little. “I'm sorry,” he mumbled, “I wasn't thinking.”
“Permission to speak freely, master?”
Heero nodded.
“Are you worried about the princess? I can tell that you are tense and you haven't eaten hardly anything.”
A soft sigh escaped Heero. “Am I that obvious?” Duo nodded. “I'm not worried as much as unsure. What if she doesn't like me? I don't think I could go ahead with a wedding if she is unhappy with me. I couldn't force someone into that.”
A soft smile curled Duo's lips as he thought about his own fears shared earlier with Quatre. “Master, how can she not like you? You are kind, compassionate and very good looking.”
Heero snorted. “Have you been listening to Quatre again?” Duo had the decency to blush. “I thought as much.” Heero let his head tilt back and he gave a bark of laughter. When he noticed his slave looking at him curiously, he shook his head and elaborated. “I am a prince, a warrior and afraid of no man; yet here I am all concerned over whether or not a female will like me. How ridiculous is that?”
Not willing to give an answer to that, Duo simply rested his chin on Prince Heero's thigh and gave his master a warm smile.
“Come, Duo. I need to get changed and ready to meet my betrothed.” Heero stood and made his way into the bed chamber where the clothes Duo had set out earlier awaited him.
* * *
The four, pure white horses came to a halt at the base of the stone steps leading to the main entry to the castle. The King and Queen stood patiently waiting on the steps, Prince Heero and Prince Trowa standing on either side of their parents, Duo and Quatre remained behind their masters. The royal guard lined either side of the steps, Wufei standing just below the King. A stable boy came forward to hold the horses. Just behind the main carriage, a second carriage came to a halt; this one was drawn by four bay horses. Another stable boy darted forward to hold those horses. Once the stable boys had the horses firmly in their grasp another house slave stepped up to open the carriage door of the main carriage, a second slave mimicking the actions with the second carriage
A long, elegant boot clad leg stretched out, followed by a second and then the rest of the prince. Stepping down from the carriage, he paused and turned back to the open door. He held his hand out and a delicate one took it, the princess stepping daintily down the carriage steps to the ground. King Treize stepped forward, Wufei remaining just to the side of him, and extended his hand.
“Welcome to Colonia,” the king said.
Prince Milliardo bowed from the waist before taking the offered hand and shaking it. “Thank you, your highness. My father, King Stephen of Sanq sends his apologies that he could not attend himself, unfortunately he is of ill health right now and the court physicians have advised against travel of any kind. I am his son, Prince Milliardo and this is my sister, Princess Relena.” The prince stepped to the side to allow his sister to come forward and greet her future father-in-law.
The princess curtseyed before offering her hand to the king who took it and placed a polite kiss to the back of it. “It is a pleasure to meet you, your highness,” she said softly.
“The pleasure is all ours, princess,” the king replied. Once the princess was standing properly again, the king turned to introduce the rest of the royal family. “This is my wife, Queen Une,” he said. The prince and princess of Sanq greeting her as tradition dictated – with a bow and a curtsey.
Waiting patiently behind the royal family, both Quatre and Duo's heads were bowed, but it didn't stop their eyes from roving over the pair. Quatre thought what a handsome man the prince was, Duo couldn't help but notice how the princess' eyes glanced at Prince Trowa, before settling on his master and appeared to rake over his form. It seemed she liked what she saw if the spark in her eye was any indication. Duo couldn't help a twinge of something in his heart when he noted the look.
“This is my eldest son, Prince Heero, the one to whom you are to be wed, princess,” King Treize announced once the pair had finished greeting the queen.
Heero stepped forward and shook hands with Prince Milliardo. “It is a pleasure to meet you,” he said quietly.
“Likewise,” Milliardo returned. “I have heard a lot about you and look forward to talking with you.” The prince stepped back and drew his sister forward. “May I present my sister, Princess Relena, your betrothed.”
The princess once again curtseyed, offering her hand to Heero who took it and placed a kiss upon the back of it once the princess was standing. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you,” Heero said with a smile.
“It is an honor to meet you, Prince Heero.” The princess' cheeks pinked a little and she smiled demurely at Heero.
“You must be tired after your long journey and I'm sure you would both enjoy a little time to freshen up. If you will step inside I will have you shown to your rooms. One of the slaves will assist with bringing in your luggage,” King Treize stated after he'd introduced Prince Trowa to the pair.
“Thank you, that would be most kind,” Milliardo replied for both of them.
Whilst the greetings had been taking place, the occupants of the second carriage had alighted and now joined the Prince and Princess. From his place at the back of the royal family, Duo took a look at the new pair. From what he saw he concluded that they must be the personal slaves of the Prince and Princess. Before he could ponder any further on the thought, Quatre gave him a soft nudge and he looked sharply around.
“We're going inside,” Quatre hissed softly and turned to wait for Prince Trowa to move.
Keeping his eyes down, Duo fell into step behind his master who had the princess on his arm. A moment later he noted a shadow fall into step beside him. He glanced out the corner of his eye to see the young girl who had gotten out of the second carriage walking beside him. Without appearing obvious, Duo did his best to take in the woman whom he assumed to be the Princess Relena's slave. Unfortunately he didn't really see much as he required most of his attention to remain on his master.
“I hope you will like it here,” Heero said to his betrothed.
“I'm sure I will,” she replied.
“I have picked out a suite for you to use until we are wed; I trust it will be suitable.”
“Thank you, that is most kind.”
“Ah, here we are.” Heero paused at the door to the suite Duo had suggested would be ideal for the princess.
Noting where they had stopped, Duo moved forward to open the door for his master and soon to be mistress.
“Thank you, Duo.” Heero said as they stepped into the room and gave his slave a soft smile.
The smile didn't go unnoticed by either the princess or her slave. The princess narrowed her eyes and glanced at the slave for the first time. What thoughts were running through her head were anyone's guess, but she didn't have time to think for long as Heero was leading her deeper into the room and showing her around.
Duo remained at the door whilst his master showed the princess her suite. He kept his head bowed and did his best not to sneak peeks at the new arrival. He almost jumped out of his skin when a soft voice purred in his ear.
“I'm Dorothy, Princess Relena's personal maid. Who are you?”
Inclining his head slightly, Duo was able to make out the form of the young woman beside him. He noted the long blonde hair, narrow, cold blue eyes and almost fell over when he saw her eyebrows. Never had he seen such weird eyebrows before! Yes, the King had distinctive eyebrows, but they were nothing compared to those adorning the princess' maid. For a moment he wondered if they were alive – and more importantly, would they attack him?!
Those cold eyes narrowed further as the maid spoke again, this time though the voice was cool and mocking. “You can talk, can't you?”
Duo nodded. “I am Duo, Prince Heero's personal slave. I'm sorry, but I'm not supposed to talk without my master's permission.” Having said the words, Duo promptly shut up, thinking the maid would understand as she was also a fellow slave.
Dorothy snorted. “I'll bet you don't always follow your master's orders.” With a small amount of glee she watched as Duo's face went from horrified that she should suggest such a thing, to slightly red which told her she was right. Before she could say anything further, Princess Relena and Prince Heero returned.
“I will leave you now to freshen up. Dinner will be served at sundown and I will send Duo to show you the way. I hope we can spend some time together over the next few days to get to know each other,” Heero said as he paused at the doorway.
The princess smiled sweetly. “Thank you. I will see you at dinner then.”
With a nod, Heero stepped out into the hall, Duo right behind him and began to walk back to his own chambers.
*
No words were exchanged between the prince and his slave until they reached Heero's chambers. Once inside, Heero sank gratefully into a chair, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Duo dropped to his knees beside his master and awaited any instructions. After a few moments, the prince spoke. “Fetch me a drink, please.”
Rising to his feet, Duo did as requested, passing the glass over to his master and resuming his place beside the chair. Heero's hand dropped down to caress the top of his head and Duo leaned into the touch. “Well, I think that all went okay, don't you, Duo?”
“Yes, master.”
“The princess seemed pleased with the suite she will be using, thank you for suggesting the larger one.” Heero smiled when he spotted the slight flush to his slave's cheeks. Duo was still so shy when it came to receiving praise. “Tell me, Duo. What do you think of the princess?”
The slave's eyes widened with the question and he felt a moment of panic. His master was asking him for his opinion? Slaves didn't have an opinion.
Sensing his slave was a little unsure and knowing he was going against protocol, Heero spoke again. “You won’t be in any trouble for answering, Duo.”
Duo prided himself on never lying and now was no exception. “She is very pretty, master and she seems to be very taken with you.”
“I have to agree with you on the pretty thing. She certainly is very nice to look at, but as for being taken with me…”
Duo chanced a glance at his master and noted the slight flush on those handsome features. He could barely hide the grin with the thought that his master was blushing.
“I guess I will find out over the next few days whether or not she does like me.” Heero tossed the last of his drink back and handed the glass to Duo. “I will bathe now.”
“Yes, master.” Duo replaced the glass by the decanter and hurried to draw his master’s bath.
* * *
“Isn’t it just a lovely castle, Dorothy?” Relena asked as she sat in front of the vanity, her maid behind her brushing her hair.
“That it is, mistress.”
“And the prince... I’d been told he was good looking, intelligent and strong, but I never dreamed he would be so handsome.”
“He is certainly charming.”
Relena fell silent for a few minutes, her mind tossing around something. The maid continued to brush the honey blonde locks, knowing her mistress would speak when she was ready. “Dorothy?”
“Yes, mistress?”
“What do you think about the prince’s slave?”
“How do you mean, mistress?”
“I’m not sure. There’s something about that slave that isn’t right and I can’t put my finger on it.”
“He seems to be a little timid but totally devoted to the prince,” Dorothy replied.
“Hmmm… Maybe so but I think we should keep an eye on him anyway. See if you can find out anything about him, Dorothy.”
“Yes, mistress.” Dorothy set the brush down. “Would you care to dress for dinner now?”
“Yes, I think I’d better.”
Dorothy went through to get the princess’ clothes ready.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Relena let her mind wander back once more to the slave of her future husband. He was very handsome for a slave and her prince seemed to treat him more as a companion than a slave. She frowned at that. Shaking her head to dispel the thoughts, she decided she would simply watch and observe for now, see what Dorothy could find out about this Duo and then she would know what course of action she should take – if any.
~ * ~
Tbc…
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