Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Porcelain ❯ And I The Porcelain Doll ( Prologue )

PORCELAINPrologue - And I the Porcelain Doll

Quatre had spent a large part of his life indoors and found that it had created his skin to be a fine white porcelain that he had grown rather unhappy with over the years. He was never allowed outdoors for he may harm himself or perhaps run from the palace as he had tried many times and yet never quite manage to accomplish. One would think he had learned his lesson but desperation pushed him forward until his father had taken to drugging the child to keep him constantly weak while food was kept to a minimum, his body thin under the fine and worldly clothing he was forced to wear.Being the only son of a great rich lord and yet considered far to weak to take over his father's lordship he found that not only was he pushed to be the perfect young 'wife' as it would be to whoever husband may take him but was pushed to be the perfect image, his hair always perfectly rounded in a long black wig such as was accustomed to all concubines, his make up a pale pink hue that stood out against his white painted face. His fine garments that he had worn even from the tender age of 8 after his sister Iria had died in a terrible carting accident refrained him from taking part in the other things that children may do for the fate of the family know rested upon his poor soul. In fact his life had ended when he had turned 8 years old and he found it hard now, at 17, to remember what fun and love felt like in his closed and recluse world of lies and deceit. He was often excluded from those he barely called friends and was paraded around with his father on meetings and such other terribly boring things.His skin, although already a pale cream was painted a stark white that made sure no one could touch the young lord and in fact no one in 9 years had hugged him or touched him fondly, in fact he had only been hurt and manhandled by others. He had forgotten what love was but he knew fondly that it had felt strangely nice. His make up, a pale pink on his cheeks and a stark eyeliner and blue eye shadow that adorned his eyes made him appear like a Japanese Geisha and in fact, he had been quite startled when he had seen the beautiful creatures on one trip. He wished he could have had such beauty. When he looked in the mirror he did not see himself but his eyes looked strangely familiar, a light aquamarine that his father seemed to dislike but the contacts had reacted with his eyes and turned them red. Thankfully he did not make him wear them. Walking down the hallways of his home, head bowed and yet not daring to look out the window and down to the bright garden's below he became rather shocked when his towering guard Rashid came stealthy down the hall. Panic seemed apparent on his face and for a brief moment Quatre felt it too before it was dulled to numbness and he looked up sadly to Rashid, seeing the regretfulness in his eyes. Bowing his head he began to cry, feeling Rashid's arms try to wrap round him and yet he could not for it was an offense to touch the Prince if not instructed by the lord of the house. He had not cried in years but he did not like the news that Rashid brought. His father had found him a husband. It had not taken them long to pack his things for it mostly consisted of finery and jewels that could be sent later in bulk but there was no doubt his new husband may provide them. His father had seemed extremely happy for the brief moment he had seen him and he wondered if he had found him a lord to marry and he pondered as he looked up to Rashid, who helped him into the carriage that was to take him to his new home, if he would ever see the man he was more proud to call father again. Dark eyes watched him and he wanted in desperation to hug the man and yet he could not for not only would it mean another lashing and beating for himself, worse than any he may received when he had tried to run away but Rashid would be punished severely also and he would never have that. When the carriage pulled away, Quatre's father joining him in the carriage and yet avoiding his gaze until he told him to lower his head and not look out or at him. It seemed like hours and in fact although Quatre never felt asleep, the long journey had made his eyes tired and he found that when he arrived with a jolt he had in fact fallen asleep and there were two women around him. Dabbing at his make up and looking at his features in a criticising fashion. When they were done he felt unable to move due to the make up the had somehow managed to coat it on to look, well as much as white paint could do, natural. When he had stepped out the coach and into the sunlight that blinded him, if the coachman had not been holding his gloved hand he may have fallen over right there and then. Standing before him was the grandest palace he had ever seen and he wondered idly what grand lord lived here before realising their were subjects prancing around the palace happily. It was a huge palace and stood miles up into the sky. Maybe he was marrying a knight of sorts but his questions would soon be answered as a Chinese man came from the palace and bowed to them."King Winner, apologies but the King is busy. He cannot see his bride at this moment" fear, panic and shock administered at the same time and Quatre found it quite surprising that he was able to keep standing. He, Quatre Winner, was to marry a Prince in the very kingdom that was famous for it's magnificent wars and powerful nature. He had no idea how his father had accomplished such a feat. Looking back to his father he saw him avoid his eyes and so simply, with a limp for his father had pushed him down the stairs many years before for crying for his mother, followed the Chinese man into the magnificent palace where his father was closed off. Dark eyes came to look at him and frowned deeply, looking him up and down with a cruel smirk."Well you are the infamous Prince Winner. Quite a disappointment, i thought you would be a beauty but your snootiness makes you ugly Winner" a glare and he stepped forward, "come" he ordered and Quatre did as he was told, as always. Stepping lightly down the hall he watched the servants sniggered and shivered until the man knocked on a door and waited until a cold voice answered 'enter' through the closed door which the man quickly opened and threw Quatre inside. The room was dark as he closed the room and he found himself unable to see his new husband for he sat staring at the fire in his large chair. "Come" the man whispered coldly and Quatre did as he was told until coming to stand just to the side of his husband.He was young he noted, no older than 20 and he had to admit incredibly handsome. His eyes, a deep emerald green were what stood out the most as fire reflected in them with a deep flicker. They turned to him however, coldly and looked him up and down. Standing Quatre realised he was much taller than himself and looked ready to kill him. "Let me get some ground rules down. There will be no ceremony to tell that we are married. I want nothing to do with you and it is only for my advisors who moan to me to respect a good self image that you are here. You shall sleep on the floor in my room and only publicly will you come in my company. Understand?" although pain registered somewhere in his body he fought hard not to let it sting through as he looked at his new master who was looking at him up and down. "I think the role of no touching will stay. It assures me that you shan't cheat." hands were raised to his face and squeezed sorely. "I thought the rumors would be true but you are no looker" he then pushed the blonde back into the wall where he grimaced but the pain was not unaccustomed and it merely hurt so much because of the recent lashing he had received. "Wufei will show you to your quarters. Do not speak to me unless spoken too. Good day" and with that he was gone leaving Quatre's dreams of love and hope to shatter in millions of tiny shards soon crushed by the man Wufei who was shouting at him to move. Just what was the point in living anymore.