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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Anastasia Notes: Challenge 81. Baby Series 3 #4. Takes place
at the same time as Inclement Weather. Many thanks to ShenLong for betaing this chapter.
Anastasia “He is rather a handful, I think. Bright as a button, curious, deviously intelligent and not at all hard on the eyes.” “He has a winning smile. The ladies love him.” Anastasia ignored her cards, her attention focused on her fellow players. She could not care a whit about the card game, in fact she had lost the last four rounds, but that was neither here nor there. It was almost time to prepare for the evenings entertainment and she was not fussed about finishing this hand. What amused her was the source of their gossip. A social circle of elderly women, was a dangerous place if you had a secret to hide. Here she could keep her pulse on the comings and goings of the nobility and office holders of Sanc. Women of their age in Sanc had little else to do for amusement other than to gossip and she was willing to listen. She regularly hosted card parties and afternoon teas, allowing herself to determine, through innocent comments from her guests, who was aligning themselves with whom this week. “I can’t say I have seen him favouring any one particular young lady.” Now there was a lead in. They would think back over the week and recall every occasion they had to see Duo Maxwell and who he kept company with. They would all know which of his companions he would have been assigned to partner at formal and informal gatherings and wrack their brains trying to determine who might interest him. “I can’t say I have seen him with any particular female; however I have noted him spending considerable time with that rather exotic Mr. Chang.” “Hardly surprising considering they fought in the war together.” Naturally someone had to bring up the war, and yes, off they went, a gaggle of geese twittering on about how destructive war was and how young the young men were and no child should have been given guns. Predictable, but even from this she could gather information for Pagan and the King. She was by blood, fifth cousin to the Peacecrafts and one of few who could claim kinship and survived the purge by the Alliance. Those who had massacred the old Sanc had determined to eradicate the bloodline; even children had not been safe. Through the intervening years she had kept her profile low, working behind the scenes to assist Hunter and his team to effect the Restoration. Now a Peacecraft sat the throne, she would not permit the crown to fall. The one who wore it had her approval and she looked forward to spending the final years of her life serving him. She was quite sure he would prove to all he was capable of ruling. //I will not even object when those two tardy youngsters
finally drag him into bed. I might even give them a pointer or two
on how to get a Peacecraft to scream.// ~ * ~
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