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Bound, Bonded and Betrayed	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Bound, Bonded and Betrayed"
Chapter 22
With her bath finished, Relena dressed quickly and returned to her quarters, she intended to have a talk with her husband about that slave. When Relena entered the chambers though she found Heero fast asleep and no sign of Duo. With the thoughts of what Dorothy had told her of the long haired slave whirling in her head there was no way she could take a nap now. Dismissing Dorothy for a while, Relena sat in the large chair in the sitting room and pondered her dilemma and what to do about the male slave.
Dorothy returned to her quarters, thoughts of the long haired slave also on her mind, but where as her mistress was thinking how best to approach Heero in regards to getting rid of Duo, Dorothy was thinking of ways she could get back at Duo for her humiliation of earlier.
Duo spent the time in his quarters cleaning up and then sorting through his clothing to select something appropriate to wear for dinner that evening. Having settled on blue pants and vest with a gold trim, he sat on his bed and removed his hair tie. Picking up his brush, he began to work his way through the long tresses, the silky hair falling in waves around his form as he worked. Keeping one eye on the candle marks, Duo finished brushing and braiding his hair and decided to get himself ready. His master would require waking shortly and Duo wanted to be dressed ready for the dinner before he woke his master. Then he could devote all his time to making sure his master was properly attired.
When the time came for him to wake his master, Duo was all ready. He knocked softly on the door. “Master?” he called quietly and waited. When no reply was forthcoming, he knocked again, a little harder. “Master?” he asked again, louder this time. He wasn't about to walk into the bed chamber, not knowing if the mistress would be there or not and besides that, it was basic training that he wait for permission first, the memory of his master's sharp tongue when the maid had entered without permission was still fresh in his mind. This time he distinctly heard a soft noise and so he knocked again.
“Come in, Duo.”
Opening the door, Duo stepped inside the chamber, relieved to find just his master there. He moved quickly to the side of the bed and knelt. “It is time to get ready for dinner, master.”
“Thank you, Duo.” Heero yawned and stretched before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “The princess isn't here?”
“No, master,” Duo replied.
Heero frowned but dismissed the absence of his wife. She had probably changed her mind about taking a nap. Either that or she'd already awoken and was somewhere in their chambers. “Pass me the wash cloth,” Heero ordered.
Standing, Duo fetched the wash cloth from the basin of water beside the bed. He wrung out the excess water and handed it to his master who proceeded to wipe his face with it and dispel the last vestiges of sleep. Once the cloth was handed back, Duo rinsed it through and set it on the side of the basin. With the cloth replaced, Duo fetched the clothes he'd set out earlier from the chair and lay them upon the bed. His master stood and it only took Duo a few minutes to dress his prince.
“Thank you, Duo,” Heero said, tugging gently at the cuffs of his sleeves. “My boots?” Duo fetched the boots and with his master sitting down, carefully slipped them on his feet. Heero ran a brush though his locks and deemed himself ready. Taking a look at Duo and his attire, he smiled. “You look stunning, Duo.” The slave blushed and Heero couldn't resist, he pulled Duo forward and partook of a quick kiss. Releasing the slave, Heero checked the candle marks and noted it was almost dinner time. “Do you know where the princess may be?”
“I do not know, master,” Duo replied.
A soft snort escaped the prince. “I suppose we'd better find her as it is almost time to meet my parents for dinner.”
“As you wish, master.”
“Come.” Heero stepped out of the bed chamber into the sitting room and immediately spotted his wife sitting in one of the armchairs dozing. With a small smile he walked over and shook her arm. “Relena, Relena... Time to wake up. We have to meet my parents for dinner in a few moments.”
The gentle shaking of her arm had Relena stirring and she blinked open sleepy eyes. Recognizing the face of her husband, she smiled softly. Her ears soon caught up with what had been said and she jolted completely awake. “Dinner? Oh my, I didn't realize I'd dozed off. I must have slept for longer than I'd intended. I need to call Dorothy immediately,” she said and stood up, calling for her maid before disappearing into the bed chamber.
“Take your time, there's no great rush,” Heero assured and moved to take a seat and wait for his wife. Duo followed and knelt at his master's side. He had no intention of assisting the princess unless his master ordered it.
Dorothy knocked and entered the sitting room when Heero called for her to enter. The prince directed the maid to the bed chamber where the princess was preparing for dinner and settled himself deeper into the chair to wait.
“Would you care for a drink whilst you wait, master?” Duo asked shyly.
“No, thank you,” Heero replied and let his hand drop to caress the head of the slave. They sat in companionable silence while they awaited the princess, the noises coming from the bed chamber alerting them to what was taking place. Duo found himself starting to doze off, the gentle petting relaxing him, but before he could, there came the sound of skirts and the princess arrived.
Heero stood, Duo following suit and waiting behind his master. Offering his arm to the princess, Heero gazed at her before speaking. “You look lovely, my dear. Let us go, my parents will be waiting.” Relena suitably blushed and taking her husband's arm, allowed him to lead her from the chambers.
Duo and Dorothy fell into step behind the couple, Duo keeping his head bowed. Dorothy didn't much care to keep her head lowered, only dropping it enough to be considered passable. Her eyes were constantly roving around, but more often than not they darted to the slave beside her. When Duo risked a glance at the maid she gave him such a glare he shuddered.
Yes, so you should tremble, little mouse. Make the most of it as you won't be here for much longer, Dorothy thought maliciously.
* * *
Dinner had been enjoyable, Duo sitting on a soft pillow next to his master and given his own bowl of food to eat. Although he still preferred his master to feed him, Duo had accepted that it wouldn't always be possible. He did have one consolation though – Dorothy was sat on a pillow next to her mistress and well away from Duo. Prince Trowa had sat opposite and Quatre occupied a pillow next to his master. The blonde had shared smiles with Duo all evening and the long haired slave felt a little more relaxed. “Will there be anything else, master?” Duo asked as he carefully folded the prince's clothes and set them on the chair.
“No, thank you, Duo. You are free to retire to your rooms. I will require you to wake me in the morning at the usual time I rise.”
“Yes, master.” With a respectful bow, Duo turned and left the bed chamber, moving quickly into his own room to prepare for bed.
Heero slipped onto the mattress and pulled the covers up from where Duo had folded them back. He could hear his bride in the small parlor room adjoining their bed chamber talking in a low voice to that maid of hers. Just as Heero was contemplating going out to see if his wife was coming to bed or staying out with her maid and chatting, the princess appeared and slid into the bed next to him. Once she was settled, Heero blew out the candle and settled himself down ready for sleep.
“Heero?”
The prince gave a mental groan. He was tired from their journey back despite the nap and had a lot to do on the morrow which would require his full alertness; right now he wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. “Yes, my dear?”
“I need to talk to you about something that is bothering me.”
Realizing he wasn't about to get any sleep until he'd heard his wife out, Heero reluctantly rolled over and gave her his undivided attention. “What is it?”
Relena paused for a moment, trying to sort through her mind and put into words what she wanted to say, but there wasn't any easy way to do it. She sighed. “It's about that slave.”
“Who? Duo?” Heero's eyes narrowed a touch. “Has he done something wrong?” Heero searched his mind and couldn't think of anything that Duo might have done to upset the princess.
“Now that we're wed you don't need him any longer, my Lord. I can take care of you-”
Heero quickly cut her off. “Relena, we have had this conversation before and my answer is still the same. I do not intend to let Duo go. I have need of his services-”
“Services,” Relena snarled, interrupting Heero. “Is that what you call them?”
The prince was completely confused now. “What are you talking about? Of course I need his services, I require him to fetch my meals, see to my clothing and run errands for me.”
“And that includes warming your bed?” Relena hissed.
“What I have my slave do for me is none of your concern.” Heero's voice held a dangerous edge to it.
“I am your wife, of course it concerns me, more so if he's that kind of slave. You are married now, Heero. Married to me and as such there is no room in our bed for that slave.” Relena spat the words out, leaving Heero with no doubt that his wife was very upset and had no intentions of accepting Duo at all.
“I will not send Duo away. He's done nothing wrong, nothing at all to cause me any grief or warrant punishment of any kind. I find him to be a great help to me and I will discuss this no further with you. Duo stays and that is the end of it.” Heero turned over and put his back to the princess, letting her know in no uncertain terms that he was done with talking.
Rolling over herself, Relena lay with open eyes in the dark; inside she was fuming.
* * *
Duo woke his master as requested the following morning. Considering that the princess was still sleeping, Duo took great pains to be as quiet as possible when dressing his master. It seemed that the prince wasn't in any hurry either to have the princess awaken. With the prince attired, Duo followed his master out into the sitting room.
“I have a lot of work to do today, Duo. Even though my brother has done as much as he could whilst I was away, there is still a lot to catch up on. Tell me, whilst I was away did you move anything into the new study here in these chambers?”
“No master. I did not. Prince Trowa said it would be wise to wait until you returned before moving anything from your current study.”
“Good. I don't think I will bother to move anything.”
“As you wish, master.” Duo would have rather asked why, but knew better than to question the prince. Something told him he would find out the reason behind his master's desire to leave things as they were soon enough.
“No, I'll continue to work in my old study, I know where everything is and can put my hand on anything I need immediately.” Heero lost himself in his thoughts for a moment. There was another reason why he'd decided to keep his old study, Relena wouldn't be able to bother him as much in there and he could still indulge in his slave whenever he wanted to. Not that Heero was worried about his wife and her thoughts regarding Duo. He was the Crown Prince and as such she would obey him; if Heero wished to indulge in his slave then she'd better get used to it as Heero never intended to send Duo away. “The princess will be taking on some duties of her own so I think I will leave the study here for her to use as her office,” Heero stated.
“Yes, master.” Secretly Duo was relieved to hear that. It would mean he could still spend time alone with his master.
Having made his decision, Heero turned for the door. “Come, Duo. I have much work to do and it waits for no man. Please go to the kitchens and fetch my breakfast, I will eat in my study.” Heero left the chambers and headed for his old rooms, Duo quick on his heels and then turning down a different hallway to go to the kitchens.
* * *
The sun was well up by the time Relena awoke. She yawned and stretched, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Rolling over she found her arms searching an empty bed. Frowning she stared at the place where her husband should be. The sheets were cold, indicating that the prince had been gone for some time. She gave an annoyed snort. A soft knock at the bed chamber door soon caught her attention. “Yes?”
“Miss Relena, may I come in?”
“Of course, Dorothy.” Relena pulled herself up in the bed to lean against the headboard as her maid entered the room.
“Good morning, mistress,” Dorothy said and curtseyed.
“Good morning, Dorothy. Do you know where the prince is?” Relena asked.
“No, mistress. I thought he was still here,” Dorothy replied with a frown.
“He was gone when I woke up,” Relena said, “and the bed is a little cold so I think he's been gone for some time.”
“I haven't seen him at all, mistress. Would you like for me to see if that slave is in his quarters? Maybe he knows where the prince is.”
Relena nodded. “Just knock on his door and see if he's there.” Relena really had no wish to see the slave, she was still annoyed with Heero for dismissing her concerns last night and refusing to discuss the matter with her.
Dorothy went to check and returned within moments. “The slave isn’t there either, mistress.”
“I see.”
“Mistress? Is something wrong?” Dorothy asked as she observed the dark look on the princess' face.
“There is a small matter that has me concerned, but I think it would be better if we talked over breakfast. Please go to the kitchens and fetch us some food. I will await you in the sitting room, we can talk when you return.”
“Of course, mistress.” Dorothy left to fetch the requested breakfast, her mind ticking over with what was bothering her mistress. She had a pretty good idea that it was related to that slave and the information Dorothy had passed on regarding the intimate way in which she had observed the slave and his master. She couldn't wait to hear what her mistress had to say about it all and what had transpired.
“Good morning, Miss Noin,” Dorothy greeted, stepping into the warm kitchens.
The cook looked up from where she was working. “What can I do for you, Dorothy?” Noin asked.
“The Princess Relena has asked me to fetch breakfast for her and myself.”
“Best take a seat whilst I get something ready then,” Noin replied. Turning her back she allowed the frown to grace her face. Noin wasn't particularly fond of Dorothy, the maid was just a maid but for some reason she seemed to look down her nose at the other servants, slaves and staff and that annoyed Noin. Noin was a soft hearted person by nature and didn't like to see anyone or anything suffer. She had a particularly soft spot for young Duo, the frightened slave had blossomed quite a bit since coming to the castle. He was still very shy and uncertain at times, but with Quatre's gentle assistance he was growing into a lovely, obedient slave. Duo was quiet, polite and did his best to follow orders, unlike this other creature who sneered at the other slaves and servants as if they were beneath her.
It was also later in the morning and all the rest of the family and staff had eaten breakfast some time ago and Noin was now in the middle of preparing for the lunch and dinner meals. All the breakfast things had been cleaned up and put away. Unfortunately, Noin couldn't really say much, or demand that if the princess wished to partake of breakfast she should rise earlier. She managed to put together a tray as quickly as she could, anything to get the maid out of her kitchen. “There you are,” Noin said and placed the tray on the table before Dorothy.
Looking at the tray, Dorothy was a bit surprised by what she saw. There was fruit, nuts, bread and what appeared to be fish of some sort – but all of it was cold.
Noting the look the maid was giving the tray, Noin couldn't hold her tongue. “I'm afraid there isn't anything hot right now and I don't have the time to cook anything. The castle eats breakfast earlier and as everyone finished some time ago the breakfast things have all been cleaned and put away. It will be lunch time very soon and I have to prepare for that. If the princess wishes to have a hot breakfast on the morrow I would suggest you let me know roughly when she will want to eat and I can keep something hot for her,” Noin stated. It was the closest she could come to a rebuff without overstepping the line.
Dorothy could sense the cook wasn't happy and the words only confirmed that fact. “I see,” she sniffed. “I will let my mistress know.” Picking up the tray, Dorothy turned and began to exit. She stopped just by the door and turned her head slightly. “Thank you,” she said in an ungracious tone and left before Noin could say anything.
“Why that...” Noin's face clouded with annoyance. Something told her she would need to tread warily around that maid. Dismissing the sour slave from her mind, Noin returned to her food preparations.
*
“The cook said what?” Relena asked, unsure if she'd heard correctly or not.
“If you're going to lie abed until late and want something hot for breakfast in future I need to let her know,” Dorothy sniffed.
“We will see about that,” Relena growled. “I'll speak with Heero later and if he doesn't have a word with that cook then I will speak with her myself.” Picking up a piece of fruit and studying it, Relena continued. “I really don't know how they can run a kingdom like this, I can see that once Heero ascends to the throne I'll have a lot of work ahead of me to sort this castle out and get it running efficiently and properly.” She delicately nibbled on the piece of fruit.
“I'm sure you will be able to do it too, mistress,” Dorothy said with an evil smile. “If you ask me, the staff and slaves here have been allowed to get away with far too much for too long. They need someone like you to put them all back into their places.” Dorothy would look forward to that day – very much!
“Yes, that's true,” Relena sighed and nibbled on a piece of fish.
“Did you speak with the prince, mistress?” Dorothy was tired of the talk of the castle and cook and wanted to know what had transpired between her mistress and the prince.
Frowning slightly, Relena finished her piece of fish before replying. “Yes, I did; well sort of.”
Dorothy raised an eyebrow. “Would you care to elaborate?”
“I did bring the subject up last evening once we had retired, but the prince is stubborn, he told me he refuses to get rid of that slave, said he needed his services.” Relena sneered.
“Oh, mistress,” Dorothy soothed. Inside she was cheering.
“He insists that he needs the slave to assist him in his daily routine, things like dressing him, running errands and such, but I'm sure he uses him for other things,” Relena shuddered, “especially after what you saw.” Relena fiddled with a piece of bread. “I told him I wasn't happy and would not share my bed with that... that common piece of garbage and there was no reason for him to do so either now that we are wed.”
“What did he say?” Dorothy prompted.
“He didn't confirm it, nor did he deny it. He told me it was none of my concern and that he would not get rid of him.”
“You need to talk to him some more about it, mistress. I know you can get him to change his mind. Between the two of us we are more than capable of looking after him,” Dorothy pushed.
“He refuses to discuss the matter any further. He told me that Duo would be staying and that was the end of it.” Relena's eyes began to tear up a little. “What shall we do, Dorothy?”
Dorothy patted her mistress' knee. “Don't worry, Miss Relena, I'm sure we can think of something to get the prince to change his mind.”
“But what?” Relena dabbed at her eyes.
Blue eyes turned icy as Dorothy's mind began to tick over. “I have a few ideas.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do.” Dorothy got up and went to the door, she opened it and took a quick look down both sides of the hall. Seeing no one in the immediate vicinity, she closed the door again and satisfied that they wouldn't be disturbed for a while, she took her seat again and fixed her mistress with her gaze. “I did some thinking last night as I had a feeling the prince wouldn't be so easily convinced to get rid of his slave. These are a few of the ideas I came up with...”
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tbc...
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