My take on the pairing of Dorothy & Quatre
"Why can't she be more sweet?" said Alexiel.
"So aggressive!" said Veronica.
"Her mind is so sharp, too bad her tongue is, too," said Morgan.
Quatre closed his eyes and sighed. None of his sisters had like the fact that he had decided to marry Dorothy, especially since they learned that not only did she stab him but was also a major proponent of the war.
After the tea, he sat in the back of the limousine with Dorothy. "Your sisters are sooooo kind and thoughtful. Is there any way we can move further away from them?" said Dorothy.
"You heard them."
"Well, Iria and I were passing by the room on our way to the greenhouse. While we were in the greenhouse, she told me quite a few things. I dare say she's the only one I like."
"Dorothy, I'm tired of apologizing to them."
"Then don't," said Dorothy.
"Is there any way you could be . . ."
"No."
"They're my only family."
"After seeing your family, I'm rather glad that I'm am orphan."
"Dorothy! I want my sisters to like you."
"I don't care if your sisters like me or not. I only care whether or not you like me. I will be civil but I will not pretend to be something I'm not on the slim chance that they will like me. If they've made up their minds to hate me, I have no plans to apologize for that fact."
***
Quatre looked at Dorothy, who was dressed in white lace and satin, standing on an empty stage under a spotlight. The expression on her face was mild and almost bovine. "Dorothy, what in the . . ."
Dorothy turned to him and said in a little girl voice, "Oh, dearest Quatre, wherever have you been? My sweetest honey bunny, I was so lost without you . . ." She shivered and tears appeared in her eyes.
"Dorothy, what is wrong with you?" This isn't Dorothy, he thought. This is some horrible imitation.
"But isn't this what you want?" said the imitation. "Some cute, sweet thing who'll say yes to anything you say and apologize to your sisters if they are the slightest bit offended." There was a flash of the usual fire in those blue eyes. "If this is what you want then . . ."
Quatre grabbed her shoulders and shook, only to have the head fall off, revealing her to be a doll. Quatre stepped back and gasped.
Quatre opened his eyes and looked at his sleeping wife.
***
"You know that the law allows you to marry someone else as well."
"I've got just the girl for you."
Quatre looked at his sisters, and then said, "I like Dorothy the way she is. She has to be ferocious especially when she's facing so many opponents. In fact, I'm glad she is the way she is. If she lacked even a drop of the fire burning inside of her, she would've run out of this house screaming from all your abuse. Now excuse me, but I am going to spend the rest of the afternoon with my wife. Rahim will show you to the door." With that, he put down his cup of coffee and went to the fencing room.
Dorothy was suited up in her fencing uniform, practicing with a sparring partner when she heard the door open. Dorothy turned to him, took her fencing sword and sliced off the buttons of his shirt without cutting any of the skin underneath. "Did you come here to duel with me?" She took off her helmet and smiled.
"Yes!"
The End
(:./mk/ferocious)
