~ My ~ Fair ~ Princess ~



By Alexia Goddess



Chapter Two







"Blimey..." All Relena could do was gape and occassionally utter a word
of extreme exclamation or surprise or, more often, awe. Quatre, whom
she referred to as Colonel Winner, despite his urgings to call him
by his name, chuckled in amusement as he led the girl down the gilded 
corridors of the Sanq Palace, towards the north-east wing tower, which
was occupied solely by the man who was requesting Relena's prescence;
Sir Lord Proffessor Yuy. Or, as Duo referred to him as, 'Hee-man.'

"This way," He held a door open for her, and Relena cautiously peeked
inside. Her eyes widened in shock, and she backed away.

"Aye caun't go in there, Cap'n!" She said fiercely.

"For goodness sake, why not?"

"I'll get everythin' dirty, I will!" Quatre merely chuckled, and Relena
hid her hurt pride. She was trying to be polite in the house of a
noble.

"Trust me, my dear miss Dorlayn, that is part of the very reason you
are here in the first place," He assured her, and took her elbow 
gently and half pulled her into the room. Relena, utterly befuddled,
followed obediantly.

Inside, her throat constricted tightly at the sight of four other
gentleman. The first that caught her eye was the man who had delivered
the letter. Another stood leaning against a wall, sharpening an
impressive sword. Another was sitting in a chair, reading. But the one
that attracted her gaze the most and *held* it, was the stately figure
clad in royal blue velvet. He turned from his position at the window and
gazed at her with indifferent, carelessly cool prussian blue eyes.

At her entrance, the men that were sitting stood. Managing to rumage
up some memories from her time living in a richer house when her mother
was alive and serving a wealthy lady, Relena nodded to them, albeit
shakily -though she hid it well, Quatre noticed- and they sat.

"Miss Dorlayn?" The man with the enrapturing eyes inquired, his voice
cool, calculated, and portraying nothing other than lofty indifference.
Relena nodded, and returned his hard stare. Something inside her stirred...
She felt oddly urged not to let this man think her weak or too obediant.

"I be- er, I am she, sir." Relena made a mental note to rearrange her
words before speaking them.

"Very good then," The man, whom Relena realized could only be the
Lord Proffessor Heery Yuy, doused the barely touched cigar in his hands
in the ash tray. Relena looked at it before he did so, and was surprised
to find it not even lit.

"I will be brief, Miss Dorlayn." He told her. "If you accept the offer
I am about to make you, you will live here, eat well, sleep in a
feather bed, be taught to dress, walk, talk, sit, stand, act, eat,
converse, write, read, sing, dance, and generaly *be* a highborn lady.
It will not be easy, and you will work hard." He paused as a maid in
a trim little black and white outfit entered and set down the tray she
was carrying on the table. She bobbed a curtsey, then left. Lord Yuy
poured himself a cup of tea, and though he lifted it to his mouth,
he didn't drink. Relena found this rather odd...

But before she could contemplate his odd behavior with cigars and tea,
he continued. "If you decline," He went on. "You will be promptly
shipped back to the gutter where Sir Trowa found you, and you will never
have this chance again, is that clear?"

"Quite...clear..." Relena nodded, doing her best to sort out the city
street tones of her voice. She already knew what her answer would be...

"Now, here is my offer," He looked her in the eye. Relena held her
ground and didn't even flinch. A flicker of amusement passed through
Lord Yuy's eyes, but that was it. The rest of him remained coldly
emotionless. "My offer is this; a friend of mine have a wager on who
is the better proffessor, instructor, teacher, whatever word you wish
to use. To decide who is better, we both have two weeks to find a 
guttersnipe with absolutely no education worth mentioning, no family,
and horrible speech." He mock sipped his tea again. "We both have only
those two weeks to turn that guttersnipe girl into a lady of breed,
graceful and eloquint enough to fool even Treize Kushreinada." Relena's
eyes widened at the name. Even in the streets, the poor knew of that
name as if it were the name of the King.

"At the end of those two weeks," Lord Yuy continued without missing a
beat. "Duke Treize Kushrienada will hold his annual Moon Festival Ball.
At that Ball, my friend and I -Milliardo Peacecraft- will present our
ladies of choice. The instuctor of the lady who makes the biggest,
best impression wins."

Relena, eyes wide, looked away, trying to find something else to fix
her gaze on to get her anger under control. Had this man no feelings or
sense of honor whatsoever? Did he think that flower girls were a bunch
of pepples one could pick up at random and do with what they wish? Did
he hope that by painting her, as a rock, he would turn her into a gem?
Granted, the prospect of going to the legendary -for her kind, anyways-
Moon Harvest Ball was quite entrancing, but to be treated like a pepple
in need of polishing...

Well, she did need polishing, didn't she? And once this was all over,
she'd have the means to get herself a suitable position. Perhaps a
lady's maid, or in a flowershop, or perhaps....

Relena's breath caught in her throat. Could she? With this man's
teaching, could she accomplish such a thing as was her greatest dream
ever since childhood?

Slowly, she looked up at the Lord Proffessor Heero Yuy.

"At first, sir, I 'ad meant to saiy no." So quick was her breath, and
the adrenaline so thick in her veins with the prospect of reaching her
childhood dream that she didn't stop to plan out her words. She
grinned. "But me thinks it be a swell idea, soir, and I thank yee kindly
for pickin' me. I accept!"

"Then let us begin," Lord Yuy only sparred her a brisk nod before
snapping his fingers. A pair of chunky women in maid's cloths entered.

Duo, sitting back and crossing his ankles atop the coffee table,
grinned as she was borne away. 'This is going to be fun...'


To Be Continued....


Awfully short, I know, but I've gone so long without posting I thought
it best to go ahead and post what I had. I wasn't lazing about, though!
For the reason that I have gone so long without posting anything, read
the footnotes in chapter four of 'Kitten's Angel.'

Ja ne, all! And remember; reviews = happy author = more chapters much
quicker!!!!!! Ja!



-Alexia Goddess


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