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Title: The Ice Prince
Author: Meiran Chang
Warning: AU, yaoi
Status: Complete - Pairing: 6+2, DorlianXSylvia, 1+R, 3+4, 5+Dorothy, 6x9, 2xH
Summary: Spun from the fairytale "Beauty and the Beast".

Title: The Ice Prince or Such a Marvelous Rose
Author: Meiran Chang ( bonking_bishies @ swirve.com )
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: DorlianXSylvia, 1+R, 6+2, 3+4, 5+Dorothy, 6x9, 2xH
Warnings: shonen ai, AU, fairy tale, angst, verrrrrrry mild self-insertion in, like, the last sentence. I made Dorlian a total OOC wuss >_<. Also, I've played fast and loose with family relationships and situations.
Comments: Ohhhhh pretty please? --> bonking_bishies @ swirve.com
Archive: 6X2ML Archive can have it. Otherwise, please email me, I don't bite.
Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, they belong to Bandai and Sunrise and the American rights are owned by Cartoon Network. Please don't sue me, I'll just cry a lot. Also, the original story of "Beauty and the Beast" is by Mme Leprince de Beaumont and not mine either. I don't own anything except... the original portions of this piece of fiction...whatever they are.
Dedication: To the 6X2ML, because they're darlings all and the inspiration for this fic.


The Ice Prince
Epilogue

by Meiran Chang

They slept together, of course, each resting in the other's arms and taking comfort from the other's presence. Duo had never felt such peace in all his life as he felt that night, warmed against his prince's body, lulled to sleep by his beloved's soft breathing. He could have stayed like that forever.

Magic aided them through the following morning -- they didn't even have to get out of bed in order to prepare themselves for the day. "Magic can make you very lazy, but I'm pampering you," Zechs told Duo with a smile as the green hands zoomed in and out, bringing water, handy little bowls, towels, various hair tools, and breakfast.

"Pamper away, m'dear," Duo yawned cheerfully as he washed his face with the clear, cold water.

They did eventually get out of bed. Zechs did Duo's hair himself, brushing all the tangles out with gentle strokes and then braiding carefully. For his part, Duo chose what both of them would wear as the prince waited patiently. He dressed Zechs in a white silk robe trimmed with gold that was a conscious yet modest echo of Oz royal dress, and selected for himself a dark blue tunic with matching pants.

In order to give themselves time to decide what they would say, Zechs and Duo opted to ride to the Maxwell farm rather than speed themselves there with the aid of Zechs's magic. They chatted back and forth, rehearsing their lines. The day was lovely and the horses fit.

They arrived at the Maxwell farm somewhere around three or four o'clock. Everything went more or less as Wufei had predicted. Relena nearly died on the spot when she discovered who Zechs was and who he had been, while Quatre exerted real effort not to stare and apologized to Zechs for his actions. Duo was proud of how Zechs acted; though he'd confessed to nervousness as they neared Duo's home, no sign of that nervousness was evident in word or deed. He was the picture of polite nobility, even to Dorlian. Dorlian was floored when Duo informed him that Zechs was the lost Peacecraft and stupefied when told that he and Zechs were engaged and would marry in White Fang.

After these initial shocks, however, the family quickly accepted Zechs as a person rather than as a curiosity. Quatre, it seemed, had finally met his intellectual match, and Relena adored her brother-in-law to-be. Dorlian turned desperate and hopeful eyes on Zechs until finally, the prince took him aside and asked forgiveness for any pain his actions a year ago had caused him. Dorlian pardoned him readily and added, while nodding very rapidly, that he very much approved of the impending match and would dearly love to go live in White Fang again. Zechs reassured him and promised him economic stability for the rest of his life, and with that simple pledge, the prince captured the old man's heart forever.

With many apologies for the poor condition of the cottage, Dorlian hurried to prepare Duo's bedroom for two people and glowed brilliantly red when Duo told him that they really only needed the one bed. Zechs thought this was very entertaining and laughed over it as they talked that night. They fell asleep in satisfaction.

The next morning, Zechs got Duo and himself ready quickly and efficiently. Quatre, who liked to keep on top of current events even out here in the hinterlands, had told them that the King and Queen were still alive, and Zechs was in a hurry to see his family. They bid Dorlian, Relena, and Quatre farewell, and, this time with the aid of magic, Zechs got them to White Fang. Although they hadn't felt the passage of time, due to certain peculiarities of such magic it was sunset when they arrived.

Their arrival in court caused an immediate stir. Zechs was examined by all sorts of people to ascertain that he was indeed who he said he was while Duo waited nervously in the background. Zechs bore this patiently and was finally granted audience to see the King and Queen. At first the guards tried to tell him that Duo could not accompany him, but Zechs told them flatly that was not an acceptable answer.

The royal sovereigns recognized Zechs at once and wept over him, calling Prince Walker in. Prince Walker, now a stout thirty-five year old, burst into tears as soon as he saw Zechs and wailed, "Please, please be Heir again! I don't want to be Heir, it's such hard work and I'm not suited for it at all!" Looking a bit startled, Zechs consoled him, and the sobbing King and Queen granted Zechs the title of Heir-Presumptive once again.

Once his family had finally gotten over their initial outpouring of joy -- which took some time, since it had been nineteen years and Zechs had long since been given up for dead -- Zechs introduced Duo. Duo was excruciatingly polite until the Queen, whose cheeks were still wet with tears but who had a winning impish smile, told him to relax. The elfish old King, beaming and grateful, thanked Duo for his instrumental role in returning Zechs to his human body. They remembered Duo as Beauty because of the craze that had swept the poets in his fifteenth year.

Duo hadn't thought the sovereigns would approve of him or his promise to Zechs, but to his surprise, they sanctioned the pairing. The Queen thought Duo a beautiful boy and the story very romantic, and the King didn't see a single problem. So they stayed in the palace and allowed the news to seep out that the lost Peacecraft prince had found his way home again, with the aid of Duo Maxwell, Beauty of old. To Duo's relief, Zechs restrained the poets from going overboard.

Their marriage was simple, but well-attended. When the King and Queen died, Zechs and Duo took their places. They proved themselves worthy of their offices their first year, when intermittent tornadoes and storms rocked the provinces of Leo and Aries. Their handling of the difficult situation earned them high praise.

Their reign was golden. Together, they greatly reduced crime and hunger, sent ambassadors to all pertinent nations, and made Oz a true power in the world, a modern utopia and an example to other countries. They were the first to exchange representatives with the non-human races, such as fairies and elves. (Wufei made quite an impact in the court.) Duo was known and loved for his patronage of the arts, and Zechs was cherished for his egalitarian manner, wisdom, and powerful Mage-craft.

Being related to the King's Prince, the Maxwells were offered homes in White Fang. Quatre declined, saying that he wanted to stay with Trowa in the country, but Relena and Heero as well as Dorlian all came. Duo gave them a manor near the royal palace and saw to it that Relena's children were given all the best.

When the time came that heirs were needed, Duo and Zechs decided to try for two sons. Zechs chose as the mother of his child a writer and noblewoman, Lady Lucrezia Noin of the city of Pisces, and Duo picked the mage Hilde Schbeiker of Aries, both of whom were close friends of the couple. The ladies agreed.

The resulting children were both boys. Zechs's son, the firstborn, was named Alexander Aramis, and Duo's son was named Solo Amadís. Alexander was a charming boy who took after his father, with silver-blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Solo was brown-haired, indigo-eyed, and a bundle of mischief. They were born only two weeks apart and might as well have been twins; they were as well coordinated as if they'd been born of the same womb. They made the court a very interesting place to be, especially since they had both inherited Mage-Gift from their parents and put it to creative use.

Eventually, as Duo and Zechs knew would happen, the bards and musicians set their story to paper and music. As Dorothy had predicted, it made quite a musical, though Duo groaned when his son laughingly informed him that the performance was entitled "Beauty and the Beast." They went to see the show, making all the perfectly qualified and capable actors very nervous, and Duo couldn't help but comment after every other line, giving Zechs great difficulty in keeping a straight face. Alex and Solo, who had demanded to come, found the show deeply moving and were much in awe of their fathers afterwards. Zechs was very much amused by the fact that Duo was played by a woman, but told the newspapers the next day that he'd found the production "true to what actually happened and performed with remarkable professionalism." He shrugged unabashedly when Duo howled with laughter at this.

So they lived, in happiness and love, adored by their people and their children. They died peacefully in their sleep within a month of each other, after lives long and well-spent in the service of others, and were mourned with real sincerity in Oz and its neighboring nations. Alexander took the throne and ruled kindly and well with Solo as his trusted adviser, both having been taught by their fathers how to be just and wise. Duo and Zechs's love was forever after remembered as a tale of honest virtue and perfect passion, and it resounded through the ages to the present day, when your scribe puts down her quill and says, a look of satisfaction on her tired face,

"The End."


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