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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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"Bound, Bonded and Betrayed"
Chapter 16
Blinking open bleary eyes, Heero cast his gaze around his bed chamber, noting it was still very early in the morning. Through a small chink in the heavy drapes he could just see the first streaks of light, indicating that dawn was barely on its way.
His slave lay curled up next to him, back pressed against Heero's chest, arms bent and hands tucked under his chin. To Heero, Duo looked completely innocent – and utterly adorable. That led his thoughts in a slightly different direction.
The princess.
The Princess Relena was certainly beautiful, but she didn't hold a candle to Duo's beauty. Not in Heero's eyes anyway.
Staring at Duo's sleeping face, Heero's thoughts changed tack once again.
Today was his wedding day. Today he would marry the princess that had been chosen for him and whilst he knew the marriage would be a good one for the kingdom, he couldn't help but have a small measure of discord settle in his gut. The princess was pretty enough, intelligent and knew how to charm people. From what time he'd spent with her and the whispers that had gotten back to him regarding his betrothed, he knew the subjects of Colonia, the castle servants and slaves were all besotted by his bride.
That was a good thing in many ways. It would be far easier to rule if his queen was popular amongst the people. Heero also found her to be pretty, charming and intelligent; but he also noted she tended to fuss over him a little too much. Heero had always been independent and hated having anyone fuss or fawn over him. That would be something he would need to address with the princess after their wedding.
The slave beside him began to stir, effectively cutting off any further thought of the princess from Heero's mind. As sleepy violet eyes opened, Heero tilted his head and partook of a kiss. The smile that Duo gave him melted his heart. “Good morning, Duo.”
“Good morning, master,” Duo replied and then gave a wide yawn. Settling back into the mattress for a moment, Duo let his brain wake up a bit more. His master's arms were around him and he didn’t seem in any hurry to let him go so Duo figured he might as well remain where he was. Thoughts turning inwards, Duo remembered that this was his master's wedding day – and although it should be a happy occasion, Duo couldn't help but feel melancholy. Today his master would wed the princess and that would mean he would no longer be required to sleep with his master.
When he'd first arrived at the castle he'd had no clue to what his new role would be. Despite his apprehension at first, not to mention his fear of such intimacy when Quatre had patiently explained and trained him, he knew he would sorely miss sleeping in his master's bed, waking up with his master beside him and knowing he was the one to put a smile on the prince's face.
It had taken all the patience Heero possessed and continual verbal reminders from Quatre that he wouldn't be beaten for his mistakes, but eventually Duo had started to learn to trust his master. He still had times when he flinched or cowered, expecting a blow to fall, but those episodes were becoming fewer. Now the princess would get to share his prince's bed, wake up to those blue eyes and hard body; and Duo would be relegated back to the slave's quarters. Well, not entirely, the prince had made certain that Duo would have his own quarters off the main, marital suite, but he might as well be back with Quatre – not that he had anything against the gentle blonde.
Noticing the look of sadness that appeared on his slave's face, Heero questioned the action. “What is wrong, Duo?”
Not wanting to lie to the prince, but unable to tell him the real reason for his misery, Duo stretched the truth a bit. “I'm sorry, master, I can't help but feel a little worried that you will no longer need me as much now that you will have the princess to look after you.”
Heero sighed and pulled the slave closer to him. “Duo, we've had this discussion before and I still stand by what I said then. Regardless of my wedded state, I will still require you to attend to me. Yes, the princess will take over some duties, but not many. She will be required to take on some responsibilities pertaining to the ruling of the kingdom and so she will not have much time to look after me as such. No, I shall still require you to continue on as you always have with seeing to my needs.” Heero brushed the slave's bangs back from his eyes and stared into violet. “And I do mean all my needs.”
Heat rose to Duo's cheeks with that statement. Yes, his master had told him he would still require him to 'service' him, but Duo hadn't really believed the prince. Mentally shaking himself, Duo put on a happy smile. This was his master's wedding day and he would not spoil it for him by being sad.
“That's better. Now, I think we should have our breakfast and then bathe. There is much to be done today.”
“Yes, master.” Duo slid from the bed and reached for his pants. Pulling them on he picked up the vest, slid his arms into it, placed his feet into his slippers and headed out to the kitchens.
By the time Duo returned from the kitchens, Heero was up and dressed in his robe, sitting in his large chair waiting. Duo set the tray down on the small table and knelt beside his master. The meal was consumed in silence, Heero eating mechanically, his mind far away and thinking of all the last minute things that needed to be done for the wedding. Duo didn't speak as it wasn't his place to do so, but readily opened his mouth to receive the food his master passed to him.
“That was very filling,” Heero commented when they'd finished eating. “You may take the dishes back after, Duo. Now I need to bathe and start my preparations for the ceremony.”
“As you wish, master.”
* * *

“Come on, princess, just a few bites, just for me?” Dorothy wheedled.
“I don' think I could eat a thing,” Relena moaned.
“But, mistress, you will need to eat something to keep your strength up for the wedding,” Dorothy cajoled.
“I know, but if I eat anything I'm sure I will be sick,” the princess continued to moan. “Oh, I feel ill just thinking about food and the wedding.”
Dorothy was fast losing patience with her mistress. She'd been trying for some time now to get the princess to eat and having to suffer through the constant moaning and complaining was starting to tell on her nerves. Deciding that enough was enough, Dorothy tried a different, tougher approach. “Mistress, if the thought of the wedding is what is making you so ill then I will go and inform the prince that you no longer wish to marry him.”
“Dorothy!” Relena looked horrified that her maid would suggest such a thing.
“It's pretty clear to me that the wedding is what has your stomach in knots and if you can't eat anything then you won't be able to marry your prince. You need the food to keep you going, mistress. What would the prince think if you passed out during the service?”
“I suppose you're right,” grumbled the princess, “but if I'm sick at the wedding then it will be on your head.”
“More likely Prince Heero's shoes,” Dorothy muttered with a smirk.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, I was just wondering what sort of shoes the prince will be wearing. Now, come on, see if you can eat all of that toast for me.”
*
“God I hate these formal robes,” Heero grunted and tugged at the stiff collar of the shirt.
“Master, if you don't stop doing that you will damage the fabric,” Duo pointed out as he did his best to finish lacing the shirt and dodge Heero's fingers.
“I don't care. Why I can't wear one of my ordinary shirts is beyond me,” he muttered.
“You can't because this is your wedding and you need to dress formally. You wouldn't want the princess to think she's marrying a prince who has no style, would you?” Duo knew he was walking a fine line with his comments, but like Dorothy, he was fed up with the complaints and didn't think his master would punish him.
“No, I guess you're right,” Heero sighed and dropped his hand so Duo could finish lacing the shirt.
“There, that's better.” Duo stepped back to take a look. “Now for your pants, boots and jacket.”
*
“Breathe in, mistress,” Dorothy instructed from behind her mistress.
“I am breathing in,” Relena snapped.
“Then suck it in more otherwise I can't get this to do up.” Dorothy pulled hard on the lacings to the corset she was trying to secure.
“Ouch! Take it easy, Dorothy.”
“My apologies, mistress, but you do want to fit into your wedding dress, don't you?”
“Of course.”
“Then you need to suck in the air a little more.” Dorothy waited until her mistress was drawing the air in before yanking hard on the lacings and quickly securing them.
“Ahhh, Dorothy! I can't breathe,” Relena complained.
“Take small, shallow breaths,” Dorothy advised, not at all repentant as she walked across the chambers to where Relena's wedding dress was waiting.
“If I pass out from lack of air it will be on your head,” Relena grumbled.
“I doubt that, I'm betting it would more likely be at Prince Heero's feet.”
“Did you say something, Dorothy?”
“No, mistress.”
*
“Now what?” Heero muttered as a knock sounded on his door.
“I'll go see who it is, master,” Duo soothed and left his master pulling on his boots. Duo moved quickly to the door and opened it just a crack. When he spotted the person standing on the other side, he opened the door fully and slipped to his knees. “Prince Trowa,” he greeted.
“Hello, Duo. I've come to see how my brother is doing,” Trowa said as he walked into the room. “Heero, aren't you ready yet?” Trowa said with a smirk and a wink in Duo's direction.
“I”m almost ready, just need to get these damn boots on.” Heero gave a sharp tug to the reluctant boot.
Smiling, Trowa walked across to give his brother a hand. “Here, let me help.”
Duo was quick to catch up to the prince and when he heard the words, he darted forward, horrified that the prince would even think about soiling his hands in trying to assist his brother with his boots. “Let me, master, Prince Trowa.”
Turning to the long haired slave, Trowa looked thoughtful. “Duo, I think you really should be getting yourself ready. The wedding will be starting soon and you're not even dressed in your formal attire.”
“But, master still...”
Realizing just how little time they did have left, Heero suddenly felt guilty for keeping Duo so long. His slave did need to get himself ready, especially as he would be representing Heero and the last thing he needed was for his slave not to be dressed appropriately. “My brother is right, Duo,” Heero interrupted. “You go back to your quarters and get ready. I can finish off here with my brother's assistance.”
Before Duo could protest, Trowa stepped in. “I have already sent Quatre back to get ready, hurry up and move, you can help each other and once you're both dressed, return here to Heero's chambers.”
“Yes, master, Prince Trowa.” Duo gave a bow and quickly exited the chambers.
*
“Please keep still, mistress,” Dorothy requested as she tried yet again to fix the tiara and veil to the perfectly coiffured hair.
“Sorry, Dorothy, but this dress itches a little around the neck.” Relena raised her hand again to try and scratch at the pink skin that was currently being chaffed by the lace of the wedding dress.
“I'll see what I can do about that in just a moment, mistress,” Dorothy sighed.
A knock at the door caused Dorothy to frown and almost slip with the tiara. She managed to catch herself just in time and secured the glittering item before muttering under her breath and going to answer the door. “Prince Milliardo,' she greeted with a curtsey.
“Dorothy,” the prince returned as he stepped into the room. “Relena, are you almost ready?”
“Nearly,” Relena replied. 'I've only got to finish a few things.”
“I suggest you hurry up then, it will be time to leave very shortly.” Milliardo took a seat and gave his sister a look of approval. “Dorothy, you aren't coming dressed like that, are you?”
“No, your highness. If the princess can manage without me for a few moments, I'll go and change.”
“I think that would be a good idea,” Milliardo replied with a snicker. “I'll help my sister finish off whatever she has left to do.”
“Thank you, your highness.” Dorothy gave another curtsey and disappeared into the adjoining chamber to change.
*
“Would you like me to do your hair?” Quatre asked as Duo rushed around getting himself ready.
“Would you mind?” Duo replied.
“Not at all.” Quatre held the hairbrush in his hand and motioned for the other slave to sit on the bed.
“You look stunning, Duo,” Quatre commented as he ran the brush through the silky locks.
“Thank you. I want to make master Heero proud,” Duo replied.
“I think you will do just that,” Quatre chuckled as he braided the long tresses, adding a silver and purple thread to the mix of hair. “There, all done. See what you think.”
Duo got up and stood in front of the mirror. He had to admit, he was pleased with his appearance. He wore a white undershirt, purple vest and pants that were trimmed with silver and silver slippers on his feet. The gold collar and amulets with their sparkling sapphires and diamonds glittered in the sunlight. The silver and purple thread Quatre had woven into his braid also caught the light and blended in with the natural chestnut, gold and red highlights of his hair. Even Duo had to admit, he didn't look half bad. “Thanks, Quatre.” Duo enveloped the smaller blonde in a hug, a hug that was returned just as enthusiastically. “You look very handsome yourself.”
Quatre blushed. “Thanks, but I'm no where near as stunning as you. Prince Heero will be so proud of you.” Quatre was dressed in an outfit the same as Duo, but his was aqua blue, his collar and amulets also gold but studded with emeralds and diamonds. “We'd better hurry, the carriages will be arriving any minute and we still need to make sure Prince Heero is ready.”
The pair left their chambers, the excitement of the day finally catching up to them.
*
Securing her long, blonde hair into a ponytail with a red ribbon, Dorothy took one last look at herself in the mirror and deemed herself ready. She wore a long, red dress, gathered at the waist with a red bow at the back. Gold slippers adorned her feet and a simple wreath of red flowers sat upon the top of her head. Pleased with her appearance, Dorothy went back out to her mistress.
“Ah, Dorothy, the footman has just informed us that the carriage is here,” Prince Milliardo stated. “Relena, are you ready?”
The princess nodded and stood up. Dorothy came forward and settled the veil around her face before fluffing the wedding dress. “Have you got everything, mistress?”
“I think so,” Relena replied.
“Best we get going then, we don't want to keep your prince waiting too long.” Milliardo stood up and offered his arm to his sister. He was dressed in his military outfit and cut a stunning figure with his long, pale locks flowing down his back.
Taking her brother's arm, Relena held her head high and stepped out of the room.
*
Quatre and Duo returned to Prince Heero's chambers just as the footman was leaving, having informed the prince that his carriage was waiting. As the two slaves entered the chamber, both princes' turned and froze, their mouths agape as they took in the pair before them.
Immediately Duo was on the defensive, thinking he must have done something to upset his master. He dropped to his knees, lowered his head and trembled slightly. Quatre also dropped to his knees and bowed his head, but he did not shake like his fellow slave. Quatre could tell their masters were not angry with them, quite the opposite in fact, they were both completely awed by the sight the pair made.
“Duo, stand up and look at me,” Heero ordered.
Duo did as his master asked, standing up and raising his head just a little. Heero approached the slave, his eyes roving over the form before him, noting every small detail. Finally he made eye contact with Duo and raised his hand to cup the soft cheek.
“You look perfect. I am so proud of you,” Heero said softly and kissed his slave.
It was all Duo could do to keep standing. His knees went weak as he melted into the kiss, his brain desperately processing the words his master had spoken. When he was finally released from the kiss, he gazed adoringly at the prince. “Thank you, master.” A discreet cough from behind Heero soon had them both returning to the real world.
“It's time to go, Heero,” Trowa said softly.
Duo fetched the cape and settled it around his master's shoulders, doing the clasp up at the front. As he stepped back, Heero smiled warmly at him. “Let us be off then.”
The two princes left Heero's chambers with their slaves following and walked through the castle to the front where a carriage pulled by two bay horses awaited. To the side of the carriage, another, less elegant carriage waited, a stable boy holding the heads of the two chestnut geldings currently in the harness. Gathered ahead, around and behind the two carriages were several of the palace guard. Wufei, mounted on his black horse waited at the front of the castle steps.
A footman came forward and opened the carriage door for Prince Heero and Trowa to step up into the carriage. Duo, unsure of what he was supposed to do, waited beside Quatre and let the blonde guide him. Once the princes were inside the carriage, Quatre spoke softly to his fellow slave.
“We are to travel in the second carriage. Follow me.” Quatre moved towards the other carriage, Duo right behind him. Another footman opened the door, Quatre stepping inside, Duo following suit. The door was closed and Duo took the chance to have a look around; not that there was much to look at.
The carriage was made of a fine, sturdy wood, the seats quite plush and comfortable. The drivers of the carriages took up their reins and once the stable boys moved back, Wufei rode forward to head the procession. The palace guards all fell into place and the procession began to move off.
*
Once the prince and his entourage had left the castle another carriage arrived in the castle courtyard, the remaining royal guards on their steeds surrounding it. This carriage was made from a blonde wood and highly polished. The gold fittings gleamed in the sunlight, the black harness with silver buckles worn by the two gray horses also shone. A stable boy came forward to hold the horses whilst they waited for the princess to arrive.
Stepping out of the castle doors, Relena smiled when she saw the carriage. It was quite stunning to look at. The footman opened the carriage door and dropped down the two steps. Prince Milliardo held onto his sister's hand and arm to assist her in climbing into the carriage. Dorothy assisted to get the many layers of wedding dress also settled into the carriage without wrinkling it or leaving any of it hanging out the door. Once Relena was settled, Milliardo climbed in, Dorothy following last of all. The carriage door was closed, the remainder of the palace guard fell into formation around the carriage and the driver trailed the whip across the backs of the grays.
The horses sprang forward into a brisk trot, the carriage rolling easily behind them. They exited the castle and struck out on the road towards the city of Colonia and the grand cathedral where the wedding was to take place.
*
The streets to the city were lined with the people of Colonia, all waving and cheering as the King and Queen rolled past in their carriage. Several minutes behind them came the princes. The citizens all loved their King and the princes. The King ruled in a fair and just manner, never taking any more than necessary from his people to keep the castle running. Trade with neighboring kingdoms flourished and the people enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle. With the prince now marrying a princess from another kingdom, trade would further be developed and that only meant the kingdom would continue to prosper.
Inside the carriage, Prince Heero acknowledged the people by waving back to them, what passed for a smile on his face. Despite any misgivings he might have held, the marriage would prove beneficial to his future subjects and that could only be a good thing. In the carriage behind, Duo was awed by the sheer number of people that had turned out to watch the wedding procession. His face was glued to the window of the carriage, eyes roaming constantly over the masses. Only when he saw the huge number of people did it truly sink home to him just how popular his prince was and how large the kingdom. He felt humbled to be the one to look after their future king and proud of that fact.
Of all the people that could have served the prince, Heero had chosen him.
Quatre sat quietly opposite Duo, he'd been a party to this type of pomp and ceremony before so it wasn't anything new to him. But like Duo, it still warmed him to know the prince he served along with the rest of the royal family, were so popular amongst the people. Watching the emotions flit across that sweet face gave Quatre a deep feeling of contentment and happiness. It was good to see the other slave had finally emerged from his shell.
The spire of the cathedral appeared ahead, the coachman slowed the horses to a walk and entered the sweeping drive to the front of the cathedral. Inside the building every available place was taken. Those invited guests were all seated, waiting for the wedding party to arrive. Kings, queens, royals, nobles and the like all dressed in their finery took up the majority of the cathedral. The back area of the cathedral had been roped off and several of the landowners of Colonia now stood there in their Sunday best.
The King, in his wisdom, had done a random ballot of all the people in his kingdom and those lucky enough to have been drawn were invited to attend the wedding. Even though they were at the back of the cathedral, it didn't matter to them, they were here and would witness the marriage of their future king.
Wufei brought his horse to a halt and dismounted. The carriages and royal guard also stopped. Wufei handed his horse to a groom and approached the royal carriage to open the door.
“This is it, brother,” Trowa spoke. “No turning back now.”
Heero grunted and climbed out of the carriage to stand before the steps to the cathedral. No sooner was he still than Duo appeared at his side, smoothing out his cloak and checking all was right with the prince's attire. “Thank you, Duo.” He gave the slave a smile. “Stay with Quatre and he will guide you through. I will see you back at the castle for the reception.”
“Yes, master,” Duo whispered before stepping back to stand beside Quatre.
A choirboy appeared beside the slaves and led them both around the side of the cathedral to a side door where they entered and were shown to seats off to the side of the main seating area but with a perfect view of the altar.
The priest met Heero at the top of the steps. “Your highness,” he greeted with a bow. “If you will follow me please.”
Heero took a deep breath and followed the priest into the cool interior of the cathedral.
~ * ~
tbc...
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