| [Day 1] Meet Princess Anda | |
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| Anda Khushrenada | Oct 13 2011, 12:05 PM Post #1 |
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Anda Khushrenada was super excited. She was going to see real life princess get married! Daddy always called her his little princess, and sometimes she made people call her Princess Anda, but she knew she wasn't a real one, not yet at least. Anda loved Princess Relena. She was Anda's idol, and Anda hoped that Princess Relena would make her a princess. She could see it now. Princess Relena would be walking down the aisle, and then she would see little Anda next to her daddy. Then she would stop and exclaim she had never met anyone so pretty, and she would ask Anda's name, and when Anda told the princess her name, Princess Relena would ask Anda what country she was princess of. After Anda said that she wasn't a real princess, Princess Relena would decry it an injustice, and she would make Anda a princess right then and there. Yep, that was how it was going to. Maybe if she was a princess, she would find her mommy; Anda had never known her mother. Just Daddy. Or maybe she could at least find a new mommy to have since the old one was never around. Yep. "Daddy, can I wear my pretty dress yet? Can I be in da wedding?" |
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| Treize Khushrenada | Oct 13 2011, 11:39 PM Post #2 |
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"Of course, Kitten. You can do whatever you like, but do it quietly. Daddy has to look for another avatar. This one makes him look like Gordon Brown, and you know how much that irritates me." More than one curious onlooker had remarked on the similarity in the last few years. It wasn't Treize's fault he was getting older and less...erm...well, less likely to appear on a Harlequin cover in tight knee breeches. Not that he was getting fat. No, he got a good workout just chasing Anda around the house. But never mind that now; it's time for the pestiferous backstory. Things were a little different in the Khushrenada household these days. In fact, the Khushrenada house was a little different these days. Slumming it? Not exactly, but things were not quite as opulent as when the world last heard from Treize. As far as anyone knew, he'd died during the Eve War years ago. It was a sad commentary on humanity that only something worth dying for held any significance, but the important thing was that his death had enabled an end to the fighting, and thus the killing was over. Treize was now a papa committed to seeing his little noogums lived as charmed a life as he'd led. Mariemaia had been unknown to him, and he'd been lying comatose in a colony hospital during the whole Dekim Barton incident way back. Whether she was biologically his child was still a mystery in his mind, as he couldn't remember shagging Nurse Leia while critically injured in the Barton hospital as a teenager. Boys will be boys and all that, though, so perhaps he had. In any case, once he discovered Macaulay's existence and how well she and Lady Une were getting along without him, he decided not to interfere in their lives. As far as they knew, he'd died a hero. The only problem was money. As his supposed dependent and last living heir, Madeira was entitled to take it all. So no more fancy living for His Excellency. Fortunately he was able to eke out a livelihood selling his old mechas to developing nations. Ironic that a professed champion of peace should become an arms dealer, but his little princess needed ponies and how else was he going to pay for them, not to mention build a new fortune for himself? He still couldn't afford the yachts and limos and shuttles he'd taken for granted earlier in life, but the Khushrenadas managed a comfortable existence. Khushy, as it were. Heh. A small, cheerful cottage with ten rooms and heated pool served as home, and they even maintained a servant in the form of Pargan, the Alzheimer-plagued twin brother of Relena's butler, Pagan. It helped that the geezer's inability to remember anything inspired Treize to be somewhat exiguous with his paycheck. Privation was soon to be a thing of the past, however, for Treize had not wasted the past ten years of his life. Apart from raising his little dumpling he was also penning his memoirs, sure to be a bestseller on Amazon, especially when he emerged from self-imposed retirement to make the talk show circuit. He had enough dirt on everyone in Romefeller to keep the Scandal Network supplied with sitcoms, mini-series and blockbuster motion pictures for the next five years. That would have to wait until after the wedding, however; he didn't want to steal Relena's thunder. Well, actually he did, but Anda would never forgive him. His little strudel just adored Princess Relena for some reason, so he'd promised her they would crash the wedding. It was so hard for dead guys to get invitations, and there was nothing he wouldn't do for his cuppycake. "So where should we sit in the church, poppyseed? We could go early and sit near the front where everyone would see Daddy and faint as they come in. Or we could make a grand entrance after the wedding has begun, then everyone would faint in the middle of the service. Or we could skip the wedding altogether, and just show up at the reception. That's always the best part of a wedding ceremony anyway, depending on how good the bartender is. Think we should bring a wedding gift?" If they did, it would have to be an extremely expensive one. Treize didn't want to return from the dead with a present that made him look like a pauper, particularly with all the pretentious parvenus and pompous patricians no doubt populating Relena's nuptials. Say that three times real fast. "Maybe you'll finally get to meet your cousin Dorothy, the only one in the Earth Sphere almost as attractive as we are. Won't she be surprised to find her long lost cousin still alive?" Treize pinched Anda's cheek and admired the picture of himself and his photogenic daughter in the mirror. But mostly himself. |
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| Anda Khushrenada | Nov 17 2011, 01:30 AM Post #3 |
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It had been a month, but Anda finally got around to answering her father. Better late than never, though, right? "So where should we sit in the church, poppyseed? We could go early and sit near the front where everyone would see Daddy and faint as they come in. Or we could make a grand entrance after the wedding has begun, then everyone would faint in the middle of the service. Or we could skip the wedding altogether, and just show up at the reception. That's always the best part of a wedding ceremony anyway, depending on how good the bartender is. Think we should bring a wedding gift?" "Let's sit up front!" she declared happily. She wanted to see everything as it happened. "Will Princess Lena like my dress? Let's bring her a puppy!" "Maybe you'll finally get to meet your cousin Dorothy, the only one in the Earth Sphere almost as attractive as we are. Won't she be surprised to find her long lost cousin still alive?" "Is she a princess, too?" Because if she wasn't, Anda had absolutely no desire to meet this woman. |
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| Treize Khushrenada | Nov 18 2011, 03:19 PM Post #4 |
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"Oh, better than that. She's a duchess, just like you. Her father was a duke just like your old man, and—well, let's not bother going into all that dukotomy. Heh, that's rather clever. Dichotomy, dukotomy? Yes, rather amusing, that. Well, never mind. Remember the duchess in Alice in Wonderland with the baby that turns into a pig? Only your cousin Dorothy would never dirty her hands with a smelly old pig. And she's much thinner, and very pretty. Also she doesn't wear that ridiculous headdress, and...actually, she's nothing like that whatsoever. Forget I mentioned it." Treize adjusted his tie in the mirror as he rambled—you'd missed his senseless rambling, hadn't you? Of course you did!—and then took his little woogum's hand. "Now, let's not tarry. The ceremony will begin any month now, and something tells me it will take that long to get to the church." With a last glance in the mirror, he led her downstairs and out to the waiting carriage. Were they not picture perfect? Anyone could take an expensive old limousine. Treize preferred the much more environmentally and economically friendly horse-drawn carriage. It looked better with his tuxedo anyhow. Hopefully that idiot Pargan remembered how to get to the cathedral from here. "Have a seat wherever you like, Darling. And try not to bounce too much on the seat if you sit next to me. Daddy must concentrate on remembering everyone's name. You know I'm expected to do that. Let's see, what was the groom's name again? Bentley? Funny, I used to have a car named that." |
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| Anda Khushrenada | Nov 20 2011, 08:15 PM Post #5 |
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"Oh, better than that. She's a duchess, just like you. Her father was a duke just like your old man, and—well, let's not bore you with all the details. In fact, do you want a pony? How about one named Sweetheart Appleseed Crystal, just for you, my little chicken dumpling. Of course, that is for Christmas. Forget I mentioned it." Anda already had, though she was secretly excited for Sweetheart Appleseed Crystal. Anyway, being a duchess was nothing special as far as Anda was concerned. Did they have tons and tons of servants? Did they have stables filled with hundreds of ponies? Did they have yachts? Did they have tigers for pets? Did they have buy stores filled with dresses? No, no they did not. Of course, little Anda had no idea that some duchesses, like her dear cousin, could in fact have those things if she so desired them, nor did little Anda realize that she did live quite the luxurious life, simply much better than most people's lives, but being her daddy's spoiled little princess, little Anda could only see that there were things she didn't have, and she was sure that if she were only a princess, life would be complete. Anda happily took her father's hand and merrily skipped to the carriage. "Princess Lena is marrying Dr. Bentley Knight tomorrow on Christmas Eve in honor of da wars," she dutifully recited. She had watched all the coverage of the wedding. Ask her anything about the event. "She has thirteen bridesmaids, three flower girls, and one junior bridesmaid: her soon-to-be niece." She climbed in the carriage. "And anybody who's anybody will be there." |
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| Treize Khushrenada | Nov 21 2011, 01:11 PM Post #6 |
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"Will they, now? That's marvelous." All the more to ogle and gape at Treize. If anyone asked how he was still alive, he'd just say he had amnesia and couldn't remember. Not until the memoir came out, that is. Then the story would be that he'd had a sudden revelation after a small bump on the head and it had all come back to him. "So, sweet pea, what else should I know about the wedding? Do you know anything about the guest list? Is Prince Milliardo Peacecraft going to be there?" Come to think of it, did Treize know if Zechs was even still alive? He couldn't remember if he'd ever discovered Peacecraft's survival, but had always assumed somehow that the pertinacious warrior would find a way to outlive Heero Yuy during the Eve War. Of course, if he'd cut his hair then Treize probably wouldn't recognize him anyway. The blonde prince was now pushing 30, and Treize himself was an old man of 35 now himself. And speaking of pushing 30... "How about Lady Une whatchamacallit? I forget her last name. She used to be the head of the Preventers. Might still be, for all I know." Though he hoped she would have moved onward and upward by now. Maybe she was a politician these days? Might be useful to him. |
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| Anda Khushrenada | Nov 22 2011, 02:15 AM Post #7 |
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"Da attendance of the Prince is in contention. No one will officially confirm or deny da Prince's plans, and it has been a large debate amongst the entertainment journalists. While it is his only relative's wedding, it is a long way from Mars." Anda stared out the window as she recited and summarized all that she could remember. Anda was not quite interested in boys just yet. They were fun to play with, but she had yet to start dreaming of her own Prince Charming. Thus, she had not devoted much energy to learning much about Prince Milliardo Peacecraft, though that would probably change if she were to meet him in person. "Lady Une-Beaumont will be in attendance. She was just selected to be Defense Minister. She is reported to be bringing her new husband, her adopted daughter, and newborn son. As a a new Minister and veteran of the Eve War, her attendance is expected." Anda repositioned herself in her seat. "The entire planetary government is expected to be there as well as plenty of local officials." Lots of people Anda did not know or care about just yet. "Also, the veterans are expected. Da Gundam Knights will be there, and lots of Ozzies are coming. Hero Yuy, Duet Maximum, Trois Baton, Quatre Winner, Zhang Wuffy, Hildegard Schbeiker, Sally Po, Sylvie Novanta, an....others." She kicked her feet. "There's a party tonight for da guests. Are we going to dat, Daddy?" She sincerely hoped so. |
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| Treize Khushrenada | Nov 23 2011, 01:42 PM Post #8 |
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"Of course, darling, of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world." Sounded like it was going to be a ball, and Treize loved balls, in every sense of the word. Actually, that sounds like a double entendre, and Anda was just a little child, so we should probably get away from that. And speaking of Anda, maybe she could finally meet her mother tonight. Even better, he'd have a packed house for making his announcement, and perhaps raise some money from all these well-fixed, pretentious suits for his latest cause. He just needed a spiffy name for it. "Tell me something, sweetie. What's your favorite name in the whole universe?" If she gave him a crappy one, he had a runner-up. Thank God Fiddler on the Roof was on the classic movie channel last night. |
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| Anda Khushrenada | Nov 24 2011, 12:15 AM Post #9 |
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"YAY!" She bounced excitedly. This was Anda's dream come true! She was going to get to meet Princess Lena! She could just die of excitement. She could hardly contain herself. It was a miracle she had yet to shoot right out of the carriage. In the midst of her enthusiasm, she heard her father's voice. "Tell me something, sweetie. What's your favorite name in the whole universe?" "Princess Lena!" she exclaimed, of course. "An' Anda...an' Zella!" She climbed into her father's lap. "I'm gonna be a princess! Princess Lena will make me one! You can be a king, Daddy! An' den we'll have lotsa ponies and servants an' adven'ures!" |
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| Treize Khushrenada | Nov 25 2011, 12:30 PM Post #10 |
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"Even better than that, my little chicken dumpling. You're going to be Queen. That's even higher than a princess. And you'll rule your own country. Since I don't want to call it Princess Lena or Zella, I've decided to call it Andatevka. But you can name your ponies Princess Lena and Zella." It shouldn't amuse him so much to have a pony named Princess Lena, but since no one could read his thoughts anyway, he could snicker all he wanted. "Princess Lena used to be a queen, but I had to fire her for incompetence. You just can't trust a pacifist in that position during a time of war, but daddy won't make that mistake again. In any event, we'll never go to war. And if we do, you can be sure we'll never lose. And if we do, rest assured you'll still be queen. Or at least a princess. Maybe even a czarina." Oh, were we here already? Treize looked out the carriage window at the milling crowds growing thicker as they neared the cathedral. By Jove, Pargan was getting better. Hopefully this was the right church, and not just another wedding for Kim Kardashian XII. Why that woman couldn't remain married to one man for more than a year, Treize didn't know. He banged on the ceiling to let the old geezer upstairs know they wanted to stop. "Let's get out here, snickerdoodle. Perhaps we can find an open pet shop along the route and buy Princess Lena a puppy." There was nothing that said Congratulations on your nuptials! quite like a nice beagle. |
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