This will be a series of vignettes featuring Lady Une and Treize Kushrenada. Neither of the two belong to me, and the lyrics for the song 'Hallelujah' were written by Leonard Cohen. The version I have is sung by John Cale, but many people have done covers of it. It's also featured in Shrek :o)

Baffled King

"Milord Treize, may I present the Lady Une?"

He stood ramrod straight. He hadn't seen her in years, not since his mother had died and his family had stopped visiting hers. He remembered a fairly quiet child who, like himself, was forced to sit sedately on the settee in a stuffy parlour and listen to the inane chatterings of the adults around them. Unlike himself, she hadn't seemed to mind. In fact, she'd seemed a little amused by his wriggling.

He watched her come through the door in silence – not like he'd had to, like before, but because there weren't any words which came to mind. She appeared to him as a series of impressions – floating brown hair, softly shining eyes, a hesitant smile.

"Milady? The Lord Treize."

Waving a white-gloved hand, he dismissed the butler and smiled. Keeping his eyes on hers, he bowed gracefully from the waist, lifting her hand and brushing his lips against it.

"Enchanted." It seemed such an inadequate word. 'Charmed'? 'Delighted'? Equally undescriptive. Enchanted fit well enogh, he supposed. He couldn't exactly say 'bewitched', now could he?

She quirked an eyebrow at him and smiled. When she spoke, her voice was sweet without being saccharine – it was music. He'd not been struck by someone like this since Leia.


/I heard there was a secret chord

That David played and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?/

A soft cough from behind him caught his attention, and Treize turned to face his superior, who spoke with a sardonic tone despite the wistfulness in his eyes.

"Now that we all know each other, can we get started, please? Kushrenada, Une here is your new aide. We can discuss her qualifications later. Now, to business…"

The general spoke, and Treize listened. But he didn't watch. He was far too concerned with trying not to be obvious about the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of Lady Une, who was absorbed in discussing political tactics. Her doe eyes were sparking with intelligence, and her hands were clasped behind her back, quite still. The stillness was all that remained of the girl child in his mind's eye. But then, he'd grown as well. He tried to concentrate on the discussion, to think of a good point.

/It goes like this:

The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah/

He tried to concentrate, but his mind was absorbed in wondering what he'd say to her next. Nothing was poetry enough. He smiled. For now, watching her would do.

/Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah/

End the first part – part two might feature a little lime. I'm not up to writing lemons. :/