They step out of the elevator laughing, Martha swirls around and pokes him in the tummy with her finger, then holds it up jokingly "EN GARDE!" And Trieze just laughs along with her. He takes her hand and leads her down the hall, and to a pair of large french doors, with golden handles. He opens the door and shows her inside, smiling as he rests his arm around her waist and watching her eyes go wide. The room's just as she always wanted her own at home done, walls sponge painted in black and gold, along with a canopy bed done the same way. The whole room is done in silk and leather, black silk bed spread, with gold sheets, the undersheet is black and abunch of pilows adorn the bed, a few black leather and gold painted leather, and double sided black and gold silk pillowcases. There's a huge dressing table with silver princess brushes combs and a mirror, an antique jewelry box, and a vase full of the dried roses she had saved from her home.
"Trieze.... how did you.. I dont, I dont understand its so... so beautiful!" Martha exclaimed. "My grandpa was about to rebuild my room... enlarge it, and this was the exact way I wanted it to be. All the silk... I love silk... oh my... you even brought my old silk sheets and my favorite gown!" she gasps and holds up the red and blue silk sheets she's kept since she was a baby. One of her family members had given her the blue one, but when she moved to the country, her friend Maria had given her the red one, to remember her by. And she did remember, even though she never got to see Maria or Brandi again, she remembered them. During her childhoood the three girls were never seen without eachother. They were concidered "The Three Muskateers", all for one and one for all! That's how her childhood was, but, they moved, changed churches, she made new friends at school, fell in love at 11, and never saw her old friends again.
"I thought you'd like a little bit of home here. I know I wish that I could still have a small peice of my old home with me. I miss my family and home, or just being able to have no problems. To sit back and relax, and not worry about a war. That's my dream, peace, but no, its been broken down to fighting and winning over the gundam pilots. I'm ready to stop this war, I just dont know how." Trieze says looking a little down about the subject.
"Oh Trieze, I wish I knew what to tell you, I wish I knew how to stop this war." Martha sighs and squeezes his hand gently. "You fight for what you believe in, I'm not saying that it justifies it what you're doing, it doesnt make your methods right. One thing it does do... it.. it shows that you're sincere. You're a wonderful man, and you're going to become a legend."
Trieze smiles and laughs a bit, then kisses Martha's hand. "Lady McMillon, thank you for being so kind. It's getting late, you should get some rest. We had a few soldiers bring your clothes here, and we'll take you shopping tomorrow. Your nightclothes are in the middle drawer in the dresser. I hope you find everything to your liking. You should set your clock to wake you at five tomorrow morning, we plan on schooling you with the general's daughter. You'll recive a uniform in two days at the most. Goodnight and sweet dreams, my dear Lady McMillon." His hand runs down her cheek momentarrily and he bows, heading out the door.
"Goodnight Trieze Khushrenada." Martha smiles and dresses in her favorite nightgown, and goes to bed, pulling the cover up tight around her and snappin the lamp off. She quickly falls asleep listening to the patting of rain on the window. |
