Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only. It had yaoi and will have lemon in later chapters. If you can't handle this, don't read the fic. Comments are always welcome, if polite.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom so far away you couldn't get there even if you traveled your whole life, there lived a King. Although only fifteen at the time his father died, King Heero ruled wisely and well over his subjects for two years. His kindness and even temper were spoken of throughout the land.
It so happened that on his seventeenth birthday Heero had to choose a bride. For this purpose many young noble women came to meet the King, but only one stole his heart. Her name was Relena. She had honey-blonde hair, a smile that could light up a room, and seemed to love Heero as much as he loved her. The first year of their marriage appeared to pass without a single disagreement or difference of opinion. Heero was so enraptured of her, he never noticed she had eyes for another.
At the end of their first year together, on the eve of their wedding anniversary, Relena stole away with her handmaiden, Dorothy. The Queen left a short note telling her husband not to look for her; she would be going to a far away country never to return. The note also told the King not to feel sorry over his loss, but to think of the happy times they had together and not to dwell on the fact that he could not satisfy his wife as Dorothy could.
Heero's heart was broken. No one had ever betrayed him so badly and the young King ceased to trust of believe in anyone. Guards were sent out to bring back the wayward Queen, but no trace was ever found. As the days passed, Heero grew more and more bitter. Having little experience with women, the young man soon felt that all beautiful women must be deceitful, hateful, heartbreaking monsters.
The King gave the order for all beautiful, unmarried women to be brought to him. One by one he married them and the next morning had their heads cut off. As the months passed, women fled his kingdom and fathers hid their daughters. Still, Heero did not relent. The people mourned the death of Heero's heart and prayed for the wound on his soul to heal. So it was that a year of terror passed in the once peaceful land.