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Chapter 5

The small squadron of soldiers from the L6 colony, under General Tavey’s orders, arrived on earth. Their mission was to infiltrate the Peacecraft mansion, and kidnap Vice Foreign Minister Relena Darlian-Peacecraft.

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The same day, L1 colony Ambassador Quincy and his grandson, Relena’s fiancé, finally arrived in the Cinq Kingdom. The next week was full of diplomatic engagements, with the grand finale being the wedding. Milliardo Peacecraft sent a car to pick up the special guests, and they were presently riding in an uncomfortable silence. “At least he hasn’t tried to run away,” the Ambassador said to himself, taking small comfort in such thoughts.

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Relena took another deep breath as she tried, once again, to put that blank, diplomatic expression on her face. “Got it,” she whispered, then looked at herself in the mirror. Her off-the-shoulder black velvet dress hugged her curves perfectly, accenting her bust, minimizing her waist and hips before tapering down towards the ankle. A slit up the left side of her long skirt showed her legs off to full advantage. She had had her hair done that day; her long tresses swept up on top of her head in a perfect bed of curls, with strategically planned wisps framing her face. As she applied the finishing touches to her makeup, Relena heard new voices downstairs, and her heart beat faster at the sound. The blank look crumbled, her eyes once again showed the fear and nervousness she was feeling as her knees almost gave out on her. “Damn!” she thought. “I will master this, I can do this.” Relena closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, there was no expression on her face. “Okay, I’m ready.”

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As she reached the bottom, her smile turned genuine as she greeted Duo, Trowa, Sally, and Wu-fei. Then she turned and smiled at the Ambassador, allowing him to introduce her to the blond man that was still staring at her unabashed. “This is my grandson, Jacob.” She smiled as he took her hand, and pressed his lips against it. Relena did a slight curtsy, and said, “Pleased to meet you.”

“Ah, but Relena, we have met before,” Jacob said softly. “Four years ago at the Paris Peace conference. I attended it with my grandfather.”

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Jacob. You have a great memory…”

“It’s all right. Four years is a long time,” he said lightly.

“Yes, it is,” Relena replied absently. Suddenly, he realized he was still holding her hand, and quickly released it.

“Relena,” Milliardo said, interrupting her train of thought. She turned towards him. “The guests will start arriving any minute. You and Jacob should go greet them.”

Relena nodded, and sighed inwardly. She wasn’t going to be able to talk to her friends. Jacob held out his arm to her, she took it, and they made their way to the foyer.