#Adalbert von Grantz

[halfbloodworthy]

Conrart while wearing Julia's pendant: you see, Adalbert, I'm not as devoted to love as you are.

[larkawolfgirl]

The Time We Had (Conjulia)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/M Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationship: Adelbert von Grantz/Susannah Julia von Wincott Characters: Adelbert von Grantz, Susannah Julia von Wincott Additional Tags: Bittersweet, Canonical Character Death, First Time, Riding, Blind Character, First Love, Love Confessions, Sad Ending, Emotional Sex

Summary:  Adalbert was always romantic and heartfelt. He wanted to find love and take his time to appreciate it and protect it. Julia just wanted to feel everything with all of her senses. For she knew that time was fleeting.

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Chapter 1: The start of a love story

Summary: Adalbert wants to find love.

Adalbert’s father always told him he was too soft. Adalbert felt strongly for others and was drawn to romance. It wasn’t as if his father had a poor relationship with his mother, but his father thought his interests were too feminine for a man of his lineage. Adalbert’s interest in matters of the heart wasn’t Lord von Grantz’s main reason for sending his son to train as a soldier, but it was the deciding factor on why he did so without consulting Adalbert on his own opinion. Fortunately, Adalbert didn’t mind; actually, he was happy to devote himself to learning the way of the sword. The knights and princes in the stories he read all wielded mighty swords in their pursuit of love and justice. Adalbert wanted nothing more than to become a knight by his own right in order to sweep his own prince or princess off their feet.

He trained hard until his muscles hardened, yet his heart remained soft. He could cut a man down without breaking a sweat or eye contact, but he would still step around flowers when he could and grow nervous around anyone he found mildly attractive. These two sides of him felt most at peace when he cooked. No one could become strong without proper nourishment. It was also said that the best way to a person’s heart was through their stomach. Adalbert truly enjoyed cooking and preparing tastier meals than the last, yet he dreamed of one day being able to share a delicious meal of his making with a beautiful woman or handsome man.

Ironically, he never actually pursued anyone, though. He spent all of his training, cooking, or reading. When someone did catch his eye, he found that he was too shy to mention his fleeting feelings. It was easier to tell himself that he was bettering himself for his future relationship than risk rejection.

Then he met Suzanna Julia von Wincott without warning. She climbed in through a window and straight into his heart. His attraction to her was different from how he had felt about anyone else. Others had seemed promising, but Julia was The One. There was no doubt about it in his mind or heart. His entire chest had fluttered at the very sight of her. Soft hair and cloudy eyes, both the color of the sky, a smile that could melt the hardest of hearts, and a personality which was caring, strong, and noble. More than any of that, however, was the way she ate. It was as if she was savoring every taste and texture in a stronger way, as if her senses could take in and appreciate so much more.

Once he asked her about it and she said, “I only get this way when I’m eating with you.” His food was special to her. It was something she looked forward to.

For the first time, he decided that he would be willing to take a leap of faith. She was far too valuable to let slip away. But Julia let him know that she was already engaged.

It was a shame. A lesser man might have been disheartened, but Adalbert smiled through it. As long as Julia continued to smile and remain in his life, he could be happy.

Adalbert didn’t have a lot of friends, but the two of them seemed closer than most. She would visit him nearly every day and she would continuously compliment his food claiming that she would eat nothing else if she could. Each time she said something like that his heart would flutter up into his throat. He had to be careful to keep it in check so that it wouldn’t fly right out in words he must not say.

Time passed pleasantly between them until one day, Julia set her spoon down and looked up at him with such a sincere look. “Adalbert,” she said in a voice as sweet as sugar, “my father agreed to call off my engagement.”

He gulped down the hope building up inside his chest. “Why is that?”

She smiled. “Because there is someone else that I have already chosen to give my heart to.”

He moved around the table, sitting down across from her. “Who is it?”

She reached across the table in search of his hand. “I would like to give it to you, Adalbert.”

His heart fluttered freely now. It was so light and flying that he doubted he could have ever held back the words that flew from his mouth. “Julia, you have always been the princess for me.”

She covered her mouth as she giggled. “I’m not a princess.”

He could feel heat rising to his cheeks. “Yes, well, I would like to be your knight if you’d let me.”

She stopped laughing, but mirth remained in her unseeing eyes. “I’d rather you be my lover and my chef.”

Adalbert was glad she couldn’t see his reaction because in that moment he knew that he loved her.. "I want to take care of you and keep you safe. That includes keeping you fed."

"It does." There was a pause. "Does this mean that you agree to court me, Adalbert von Grantz?"

Sputtering from excitement, he bolted up out of his chair and came up beside her. “Yes!” He longed to tell her he loved her but she had not spoken these exact words and everything was so new. They would have time for that later. Instead he put an arm around her, overjoyed just to be able to feel her warmth against him.

Chapter 2: The end of a love story

Summary: Julia wants to feel love.

It was late into the evening when Adalbert heard the door creak open. He had settled into the sitting room to read since he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing that he would be stepping onto the battlefield tomorrow. He had already been there once to retrieve Julia who had taken it upon herself to tend to the wounded. The sounds of the fighting had been chaotic and the sight inside the healing tent had been gruesome. He was confident in his fighting ability but he still wasn’t looking forward to the experience.

He looked up from his book to see the housekeeper. “Lady von Wincott has come to see you, Lord Grantz.”

This was a surprise. He had already seen her earlier with words of parting. “Let her in,” he said immediately.

The housekeeper bowed, then turned to Julia beyond Adalbert’s eyesight. “My Lady.”

Julia stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. She stood there in all her beauty. The light from the fireplace danced over her pale skin and blue dress. Her outfit was shorter than anything he had seen her in before. The fabric looked sheerer too which made him wonder if this was actually a nightgown. Had she decided to come to him after readying herself for bed?

She stood there for a long moment before he realized she probably didn’t know where he was. He cleared his throat and snapped his book shut. Her head snapped to face him.

“Julia, what are you doing here so late?”

“I had to see you,” she said, walking over to the green armchair.

“I’ll be fine,” he assured her. He took her hands and rubbed little circles over her wrists.

She bowed her head. “I know.” Her voice was somber.

“Then what’s wrong?” He cupped her cheek, trying to figure out what he could do to make her feel better.

Julia stepped closer until her knees were hitting his own. “I didn’t want to be alone tonight.”

Cradling his neck with her hands, she slipped into his lap. Instinctively, his hands fell to her hips, supporting her. She pushed closer so that there was no separation between them. He could feel her breasts through the thin material of their sleep clothes. Julia shifted over his lap, pressing their lower halves together.

Sparks flew through him. He wanted her, Shinou, he wanted her. He had wanted her for so long, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

“What are you doing?” Adalbert asked, trying to push her back some.

Julia placed a finger to his lips and shook her head. She pressed her mouth against him with force. He was helpless against her and the feelings she was transferring. Adalbert couldn’t understand why, but she was extremely sad and desperate.

They were supposed to get married soon. They would announce their love in front of a mass of people and vow under oath of Shinou that they would honor each other for the rest of their lives. Only then were they supposed to do this. Their first time was supposed to be special and meaningful. Adalbert wanted to wait, but something about the way Julia was acting swept him along.

She needed this, which meant so did he.

Before Adalbert knew it, his pants were open and she was sinking her heat down onto him. She felt wonderful, hot and soft and moist and more than anything he could have dreamed of. Still, he wanted more.

He pulled back from her endless kiss, running his hands up her clothed sides. “I wanted this to be romantic.” He gave a half-hearted chuckle.

“I don’t care.” She tried to kiss him again, but he turned his head to the side.

“At least let me look at you.”

She stilled her movements, allowing him to tug her nightgown off of her. Since they were near the fire he was able to see most of her in the orange glow. She had never looked so beautiful. She had often reminded him of the sky or the surface of the ocean, but right now she looked like a delicate flower. He had wanted to protect her like a knight protecting a princess, but she had proven to him that she didn’t need protecting. She was strong and the one going out there to heal others in their time of need. Right now, though, she looked vulnerable and on the cusp of breaking.

Julia shivered even though the fire and their intimacy were keeping them warm.

Adalbert ran his hand from her cheek all the way down to her hip. “Julia,” he whispered. He didn’t know what to say to fix whatever was troubling her, so he defaulted to what he knew was true. “I love you. I can’t wait to call you my wife.”

A tear fell down her face.

He panicked, trying to shift her into a better position, but she pushed his arms back and resumed her movements. She rode him with fierce desperation until he could barely remember that something troubling was in the air. She kissed him until he was running out of breath and held his arms firmly in place against the sides of the armchair.

Finally, they shook together in their climax. Her head fell onto his shoulder as she caught her breath. She stayed like that, keeping him slotted inside her. Eventually, she let go of his hands so that she could wrap her arms around him.

Adalbert’s mind was fuzzy. He was happy, dear damn euphoric. They were joined now, he thought. One day soon they would be joined even stronger through marriage, and hopefully, their love would blossom into a child. Perhaps, even now, the seeds were being planted.

Julia was still shaking, though. He hugged her back, placing kisses along the line between her neck and her shoulder.

“Julia, tell me what’s wrong.”

She shook her head, voice coming out broken with emotion. “I love you, that’s all.”

“You’re sure that’s all it is?”

She hummed. He thought that was agreement, but really who was to say?

She didn’t say anything else for the rest of the night. Adalbert moved them to his bedroom where they slept snuggled together. He hadn’t thought he could sleep that night, but sleep did find him. He woke up well-rested in the morning and parted ways with Julia with a sweet kiss on the forehead and an even sweeter kiss on her lips.

If only he had known that was the last time he would see her. Perhaps he wouldn’t have gone to war that day and could have stopped her from going to the healing tent that day and the next. Perhaps he could have gotten her to see reason. Her working himself to death helped no one in the end.

But perhaps, it wouldn’t have mattered. Perhaps things were better this way. This way their final memory was sweet and cherished instead of a painful argument.

[desperatepleasures]

adalbert "I will face god and walk backwards into hell" von grantz

[flaresanimedump]

I'd forgotten everything about the third series of Kyo Kara Maoh except a lingering feeling of discontent and NOW I REMEMBER WHY.

Let's revisit episode 49 of the first series for context: Adalbert has decided Yuuri=Julia and will now die for him at roughly the same speed as Conrad, maybe faster if they're actively competing. And they end up cornered on this cliff by half an army, right?

So what does Adalbert do, rationally?

He chucks Yuuri's ass off the cliff, where Conrad, having used his by this point well established Magic Yuuri Senses to find the exact location he needs to be at in this big foreign forest, catches him out of the air.

Yozak: is Yuuri in danger, captain?

Conrad: Yuuri is approximately 674.9 meters southwest from us falling at 9.8m/s.

And Adalbert takes the army on himself until Yuuri brings the calvary, unnecessarily.

This is just,,,, the kind of plot resolution I've come to expect as a viewer ok?? It's supposed to be ridiculous! The fact that Conrad and Yuuri's other guards are game-breakingly good at their jobs is the only reason he hasn't died repeatedly!

But then this happens in episode 8 of the third series, while Conrad and Adalbert are within sight:

ANd they just

Peace out?! You're telling me these two kumquats suddenly have enough brain cells to walk away when Yuuri is in danger?? No! I refuse to accept this! Charge the Big Shimaron palace and dance with Yuuri in his pretty dress!!

[isaaccecilbryant]

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1! ♡   I really enjoy making OC children for canon muses. I think I have an addiction. Send help. 2! ♡    On days off I end up loafing in my PJs until noon, especially since I got some fluffy lounging ones for xmas 3! ♡    I have an Ignis plushie I really need to finish making because once he’s done I wanna try making tsum-tsum plushes and opening them up for commissions.

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡    Mainly Tumblr, a bit on discord and I used to RP on skype as well

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

FEMALE OR MALE! ♡   I suppose male as my more predominately used muses are male, though I do have a number of female muses too LEAST FAVORITE FACE(S)! ♡  Usually I like all the FCs for my OCs, though for poor Alto I have a hard time with his FCs, especially Adalbert von Grantz because I’m just not a fan of how he looks MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡  Depends! Usually comes down to the muse or the fandom for if I’m open for more shipping or not. Specifically my Ignis muse is single ship as I made his blog for the purpose of shipping with my friend’s OC Page. FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    Fluff and angst, sometimes at the same time as Flangst! :D Smut’s a no-go as I cannot write or read it even >_< PLOT / MEMES! ♡  Both care good in their own ways, but usually I find plotted stuff runs for longer and allows for more character development, and that’s always fun <3

TAGGED BY! ♡  @the-king-of-the-wind TAGGING! ♡ ...who hasn’t done this? ^_^;

[steeiydan]

adalbert von grantz is a huge comfort character of mine and i can't even be horny for him anymore, he's just

existing in my mind rent free in the form of the same 6 memes i cycle through

[marumafan]

Yuuram in Novel 15

So, I made a promise to write one of these per day until next week. So here’s the end to the Seisakoku arc. It’s so nice to re-read it and find little things I never paid too much attention to before. I always include things I find interesting even if they’re not yuuram. Anyways, enjoy: Yuuram in Novel : 1|2|3|4|5|6|7|8|9|10|11|12|13|14|15|16|17 

——————————————————————  Novel 15. ch.1 - So he uses majutsu anywhere but when Wolf wants to do it...-

"...If it's same as a game, then the zombie group must be weak against fire, right."

Wolfram who was standing next to me folded his knees. And soon the emerald green eyes were sparkling close to me. His fire techniques are magnificent. By controlling a fire beast effectively, he could burn down only the dead.

"Don't do it." But if I think about the nature of the locality, I couldn't let him do something unreasonable. "Why are you stopping me." "Didn't you say that magic doesn't work in the land of the Shinzoku." "But.." "Even if you have Gunter's protector, how can I let you do such a reckless thing!" "Boys! Enough of your playing around."

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.2 - Drunkenness and lies -

Maybe it’s just me, but it feels as though Adalbert’s powerful muscles shrivel quite a lot, looks like he’s a man who easily makes mistakes because of alcohol. Wolfram, too, uses poisonous words unbefitting of his pretty face to add salt to the wound,

“Oh dear, don’t tell me you want to say you were drunk then? That can’t be possible, people call you the Grantz boss, how could you have gotten drunk on one barrel of wine? By the way, you also said you don’t sleep while hugging baby bears anymore.”

(...)

Afterwards, according to my investigations, it seems there was never ‘a promise on the ship’. Wolf replies with a straight face, “I was just winging it.”

He even tells me, “He’s the man who betrayed Shin Makoku, and stood on the humans’ side. I really hate my uncle and Grantz, rather than giving Adalbert wine, I’d rather pour the highest quality grape wine into the river.”

To think he could tell such a lie so easily, seems like he’s matured too.

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.2 -Telepathically - 

“Yuuri, you still plan to…”

Wolfram tries to say something, but Lord Weller puts a hand on his shoulder, looking at him and shaking his head. As expected of brothers, they understand each other telepathically even without words.

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.2 -Henachoko -

“It is indeed rare for the king to appear at the frontlines himself.” “Is that so?” “Other than Shinou, I heard there are only two others who went to the frontlines of their own volition.” “Surely Yuuri will be praised by the poets in the future as a brave king, huh? Although you're actually such a henachoko.” “Henachoko… That’s right, it’s because I’m a henachoko that I can’t stand this atmosphere.” Wolfram leans back slightly and makes fun at me, since I haven't been able to think of a decent strategy until now, I don’t even have the energy to retort him.

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.2 -Wolfram isn't fit to do anything risky, okay!-

Murata isn’t all that heavy either, the only question is if anyone can ride a galloping horse up to him at a hair’s breadth away and then reach out to grab him.

Of course, this job can’t go to Wolfram. He’d probably lose it if I told him directly, but the position required is very challenging, and you’d need to pull up a high school student with one hand. Therefore not only would you need good riding skills, you also need powerful arm strength.

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.2 -Wolf gets confused by Yuuri's English words, but can understand what they're talking about?-

Wolfram was watching our conversation from a side, and finally breaks the awkward moment, “So all you need is position?” With his hands on his hips, he tilts his upper body back, his tone sounding as though he understands the English we’re speaking. “In that case, just make her our goodwill ambassador. Won’t it be fine if you make this old woman Seisakoku’s goodwill ambassador to Seisakoku right now?”  (continues below)

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.2 -This bit is really interesting, it starts with Yuuri feeling dejected because no one knows he's the maou and treats him like a normal person and he can't make decisions, when Wolf steps in..-

“It is indeed very hard for you, since you’re an intermediate.”

“Mn? You’re not calling me a beginner anymore?”

“Well—You’ve been on the throne for quite a while, after all.”

He blinks his eyes, as emerald as the bottom of a clear lake, and says,

“In other words, you've grown a little bit.”

“I guess there’s been a minor change. But in the time I changed from a beginner to intermediate, I still couldn’t come up with a solution to convince the people. Ah, man”

“Then, allow me to do what I can for the the king who's grown up.”

(....)

“Since your identity is false, of course your authority is electing an official isn’t recognized. Alright, turn around!”

I don’t know what he writes on the pale green slip, and he doesn’t seem to be bothered by how uneven my back is, either, writing and signing his name fluidly. I don’t care what you’re doing, but that really is very ticklish.

“Wolf, what are you writing…”

“I elect you as the Bielefeld territory’s goodwill ambassador to Seisakoku. See!”

“What?”

He waves the paper in front of my face. Having lived more than eighty years as an aristocratic heir, he seems used to homework like this, easily giving Venera a position.

“This is something we do commonly in the territory. Choose a suitable representative from amongst the people and honor them with a title in public, so that uniting the people will henceforth be his job, and he doesn’t have to come to us for some of the small stuff too.”

“Is that so~~ To think you’re so used to these things.”

“Although I’m a soldier loyal to the Maou in the capital, my job when I’m back at my territory is more like an administrator.”

“Are you learning how to be a good leader? What mature thinking—”

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.4 -The punch-

Wolfram walks up to me quickly, perhaps to help me out.

“No, I’m taking Ajira with me. Although I feel bad for asking him, I still need a translator. Although I think it’s not too possible, but Wolfram, um…”

“What is it?”

“Don’t you come with me now.”

Lord von Bielefeld narrows his eyes, saying in a calm voice,

“If milord just says the word, I would gladly go to the ends of the earth for you.”

He’s sounding all polite and respectful again, even though he knows very well I can’t handle him at all when he’s like this.

“Stop joking around, I’m going off to be a hostage, how could I possibly let you come along.”

“To be able to do even the slightest thing for Your Majesty, is my utmost pride and glory.”

“T-thank you for your kind intentions, but I can’t let you come with me, Lord von Bielefeld.”

I don’t know how many times I’ve come across this situation already. Once the other person treats me so sincerely, I get frustrated and impatient because I feel I need to repay in kind. In the end, I’ll either make it worse, or say a bunch of random things.

“My beloved officer’s life shouldn’t be sacrificed for me, but contributed to the country.”

“The two are one and the same.”

“It’s not like that, Wol…”

That moment just as I’m turning around to face him, a strong impact assaults my stomach, and I nearly stop breathing. My mind goes blank for about five seconds, and I’ve no idea what happened, only managing to kneel on the ground, groaning in pain. I try to take in a breath so hard, but I can’t do it.

“Wolf… What did… you do…”

“I’m sorry.”

By the time I realize that I had taken a punch from him, he’s already taken off my hooded cloak. I’m all curled up, lying on the sand, the pain making me hold my stomach, unable to breathe. It’s obviously already night time, yet my eyes are filled with a sea of red, my throat making a piercing sound, and still the air doesn’t enter my lungs.

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.5 -The punch’s meaning-

Maybe it’s because I’m too much of a mess, Conrad and Wolfram both reach out their hands to try and help me up, but I don’t need their kindness right now.

“Did I ask you two to do this?”

Maybe he didn’t expect me to ask so suddenly, because Wolfram seems to be frozen in shock.

“Whose idea was it?”

“Your Majesty.”

Conrad wanted to interrupt, but Wolfram gets there first, replying,

“It was mine.”

“Now you've done it!”

Before I even finish saying the words, I’ve already pulled him by the clothes on his chest. I don’t hold back at all, our faces almost colliding. His eyes look different than usual, because of the illumination from the torch.

"What's the meaning of that punch to my stomach, huh? Do you want a divorce? To remarry someone else?”

“... respect and affection”

“Liar.”

I took a punch to the stomach for nothing, and it’s been hurting ever since then all the way until now. If I don’t force myself to stand with my back straight, I’d probably be holding my stomach and crouching on the ground by now. If it weren’t for Yelshi watching from the side, I’d have done that long ago.

To be honest, I wanted to butt my head against his hard, but exerting myself now will only make the pain worse. That’s why I thought of admonishing him in public.

“I'll get you for this!”

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.6 -Just Wolf being awesome in battle-

(It’s that man!)

My features contort in pain, and I raise my hands to cover my ears. The truth is his thoughts don’t reach me through my hearing, so it’s pointless even if I cover my ears. His gaze goes past several rows of the resurrection group on the left, staring at that golden hair glowing a fiery red in the torchlight. But those emerald eyes, its color looking even more complex with red mixed in, are shining with a light even brighter than his hair.

Wolfram turns back deliberately, even smiling a challenge, then he slowly kicks the stomach of his horse, purposely taking off at a speed we can catch up with.

Seeing this act of his, Yelshi naturally takes the bait. From the cavalry to the foot soldiers, from the few living soldiers to the near two hundred zombies, his entire army starts chasing Wolfram.

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.8 -Mental image-

Wolfram and I, with two little girls grabbing our waists, walk slowly on the uneven stone steps. The salty sea breeze sure feels comfortable.

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.8 -Oh, come on! How cute is this!?-

“They did do something like a fortune telling before.”

The one who had his fortune told back then wasn’t me, but Wolfram. But back then not only weren’t they talking about weakening or whatnot, they even said he had a king’s aura, so surely that must have made him happy?

“Is what they say accurate?”

Hearing my question, Wolfram thinks back for about ten seconds, his arms crossed over his chest and his left leg stretched slightly ahead, a hint of a smile on the corners of his lips,

“No, it’s not accurate at all.”

“It can’t not be accurate!”

One of the twins, probably Freddy, seems really angry, and can’t help but protest.

—————————————————————— Novel 15. ch.8 -And the most yuuram arc of them all, end with ... what else? Yuuram-

Just then Wolfram waves at me, so I leave the scene without replying. I really want to throw it somewhere, but I can’t just leave it alone either. That is the sealed, ominous Box that the mazoku destroyed, and sealed. I really want to forget about it, but I think about it with every step, and it presses down on my chest every time I breathe, making me gasp for breath.

“Is your stomach okay?”

As soon as we’re out of Saralegui’s field of vision, Wolfram immediately looks apologetic, even saying,

“Sorry.”

“Oh—That? Oh, right, Wolf, that punch really hurt! Although I was at fault too in the tunnel that time, you were wrong to hit me in the stomach. That is totally DOMESTIC VIOLENCE!”

Although it’s not serious or common, Wolfram looks surprised to hear an unfamiliar term. What a bother, since I’m used to talking to Hazel, I’m starting to use a lot of Earth terms now.

“DOMESTIC… what does that mean?”

“Uhm.... like 'in the country' or a 'product of the country', something like that”

“I already told you many times, I will formally ask for my due punishment once we get back…”

“No need, it doesn’t matter if it’s official or not. Any time”

He’s about to say something formal again so I pat his back hard without hesitation, and it gives me a feeling of reality, like “Ah—right here”. I’m here, and so is Wolfram.

“Because we’re already back.”

We’re all here, Conrad, Murata… Josak too.

“I can’t say for all of it, but I brought us back with my own strength.”

“Yeah”

The sea breeze caresses Wolfram’s hair, and he nods his head firmly. Then he turns around to face me, as I was still standing on the rocky side of the port, and with an extremely natural movement, he extends his hand to me.

“Let's go home, everyone is waiting.”   —————————————————————— Ahh... what a joy of a novel!

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QUIERO ENAMORARTE MAS   (WOLFRAM X YUURI)

EN LAS TIERRAS DE SHIN MAKOKU NACÍAN DOS PEQUEÑOS PRÍNCIPES UNO SERA EL PRÓXIMO REY Y EL OTRO ES EL HEREDERO DE LAS TIERRAS BIELEFED,AMBOS NIÑOS SON HUÉRFANOS DE PADRE PERO NO DE MADRE DADO QUE EN LA GUERRA MURIERON AMBOS PADRES DADO QUE ERAN AMIGOS.

YUURI ES UN JOVEN MUY AMABLE,SINCERO,VALIENTE.

OJOS AZULES COMO LOS DE SU PADRE,PELO NEGRO COMO EL DE SU MADRE,PIEL MORENA PERO NO TANTO,TENIA DOS MAYORKU EL DEL AGUA Y RAYO.AUN ASÍ ERA LA VIVA IMAGEN DEL YA FALLECIDO REY.

ES EL MEJOR AMIGO DE WOLFRAM VON BIELEFED,EL ESTA ENAMORADO DE SU AMIGO WOLFRAM,AUN SIN SABER QUE SUS MADRES LOS COMPROMETIERON AL NACER DADO QUE WOLFRAM ES UN DONCEL Y YUURI UN ALFA.  

WOLFRAM ES EL HEREDERO DE LAS TIERRAS BIELEFED ES HIJO DE LA REINA CECILIE ES RUBIO IGUAL A SU PADRE Y MADRE Y OJOS VERDES COMO LOS DE SU MADRE.

ES MUY ORGULLOSO ES BUENO CON LA ESPALDA,VALIENTE,SINCERO,LISTO PERO NO TANTO COMO YUURI,SOLO VE A YUURI COMO UN HERMANO SIN EMBARGO SE ENTERA QUE EL ES SU FUTURO PROMETIDO YA QUE SUS MADRES LOS COMPROMETIERON AL NACER AUNQUE EL SE REHÚSA PERO POCO A POCO LO DEJARA DE VER COMO UN SIMPLE AMIGO-HERMANO?

ERA UN TARDE EN SHIN MAKOKU EL PRÍNCIPE YA TERMINABA SUS ACTIVIDADES.

CRONAD: eso era todo yuuri-heika

YUURI: gracias cronad,gunter y gwendal 

CRONAD: no luce muy feliz yuuri-heika

YUURI: tienes razón,es solo que hoy los diez nobles vendrán para una reunión_dijo con desanimo

GUNTER: y eso xq una reunión justo ahora si todo esta al día y en calma?

YUURI: es xq ya dentro de tres días seré mayor de edad 

GWENDAL: con mayor razón vendrán es una reunión para elegir un consorte ya sea que a usted le elijan un prometido o que usted sea el prometido de ese alguien   

YUURI: exacto

CRONAD: y cuando es?

YUURI: dentro de poco_dije con desanimo 

CRONAD: no se quiere usted comprometer yuuri-heika?

YUURI: no es eso cronad,es solo que....

GUNTER: sigue enamorado del príncipe caprichoso_dijo con mucha sinceridad

GWENDAL: aun no supera a mi hermano_dijo un poco feliz 

CRONAD: ya son 17 años,baya_dijo muy feliz

YUURI: mmmm

CRONAD: bueno no hay nada de que preocuparse,ustedes son mejores amigos desde la infancia incluso fueron novios pero por algún motivo raro mi hermano le termino

YUURI: y después de eso me dijo que solo me podía mirar como un hermano_dije un poco triste 

GUNTER: pero eso paso hace mucho rato ustedes fueron desde los 6 años hasta los 9 años novios,seguro que eso ya cambio 

YUURI: no lo creo hace no poco sin quered cuando el vino de visita lo mire,una chica mazoku se le declaro y el la acepto ahora son novios.....incluso los vi besándose se nota q wolfram la quiere_dijo con los ojos llorosos 

CRONAD: yuuri-heika¡

YUURI: soy un idiota llorando por bobadas_dije con una lagrima saliendo de mis ojos

GUNTER: esta muy enamorado del príncipe caprichoso

YUURI: si_dije sonrojado

EN ESO TOCAN LA PUERTA DEL DESPACHO....

YUURI: adelante 

GRETA: hola mama

YUURI: hola hija que pasa?

GRETA: abuela dice que la reunión empezara dentro no muy poco 

YUURI: gracias hija 

GRETA: mama estuviste llorando otra ves,supongo que por papa?

YUURI: si perdón 

GRETA: aunque yo no conocí a mi padre,xq me adoptaste después x lo que me has contado es un buen hombre

YUURI: si lo es pero no se porque me termino_dije un poco triste

GRETA: bueno, me voy a estudiar chao mama nos vemos 

YUURI: si

CRONAD: que aras cuando wolfram se entere?

YUURI: nada,tu sabes que yo adopte a greta no la tuve con ningún hombre ni con ninguna mujer

CRONAD: ya veo

YUURI: bueno cronad vamos la reunión ya va a empezar

GRETA HIJA HIJA ADOPTIVA DE YUURI,LA ADOPTO CUANDO SU PADRE UN GUARDIA REAL MURIÓ ENTONCES DECIDIÓ ADOPTAR A LA HIJA DE ESE HOMBRE PAR QUE NO ESTUVIERA SOLA.

GRETA ES LA PRINCESA DE YUURI ES BUENA CON LA ESPADA,GENTIL,RESPONSABLE,MUY SINCERA,VALIENTE Y COMPRENSIVA,ES RUBIA CON OJOS AZULES,NO POSEE MAYORKU PERO TIENE UN DON QUE HA DESARROLLADO  MUY BIEN PUEDE LEER LOS SENTIMIENTOS DE LA PERSONA ATRAVEZ DEL CORAZÓN A ESTA HABILIDAD SE LE LLAMA OJOS DIVINOS.  

EN LA REUNIÓN ESTABAN PRESENTES LOS REPRESENTANTES DE LAS DIEZ FAMILIAS REALES DE SHIN MAKOKU.

Lord von Bielefeld WALTORANA

EL PADRE DE WOLFRAM

Lord Weller  

EL PADRE DE CRONAD 

Lord von Voltaire

EL PADRE DE GWENDAL

Lord von Christ Günter

Lady von Spitzberg Cecilie

Lady von Wincott Susanna Julia

Lady von Karbelnikoff Anissina

Von Grantz Adalbert

Rey Saralegui

Ken Murata

CONTINUARA...........

[halfbloodworthy]

Me aged 13 watching Adalbert pick on Yuuri: fucking fuck ouch

Me aged 25 watching the pain in Adalbert's eyes as he picks on Yuuri: oh fucking fuckitty fuck OucH

[desperatepleasures]

can 100% say i care More than anyone else in this universe about the line in the novels where adalbert says it’s just “adalbert grantz” now bc he’s not “lord von grantz” anymore, but hey. it’s the doth way to care about niche things especially when they are identity-related

[kagarii-n]

[larkawolfgirl]

Whipped in the Heart (Condalbert)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationship: Adelbert von Grantz/Conrart Weller Characters: Conrart Weller, Adelbert von Grantz Additional Tags: past Adalbert/Julia, implied onesided Conrart/Julia, Fuckbuddies, BDSM, Kink Negotiation, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Bondage, Impact Play, Hand Jobs, Dom/sub, Switching, Riding, No Aftercare in fic but that may change post fic

Summary:  When Conrart gets Adalbert into the bedroom he gets way more than he bargained for. This particular form of fucking surely wasn't healthy for either of them.

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Due to Adalbert’s gruff nature, people tended to make assumptions about his sexual profile. An aggressive, domineering, and kinky penetrator. Conrart knew better. Despite his rugged appearance, the man was most likely gentle, vanilla, and boring. When Conrart first learned that he was still a virgin, he literally laughed because it was just so predictable. For the entire length of Julia’s life, the man had barely spared a glance anyone else’s way, let alone bedded them. It was the time after that Conrart had only guessed at, but it had been an easy conclusion given how single-minded the man was. For him, relationships worked a specific way, which meant that he wasn’t about to go fuck just anyone passing by on the street. A shame, really, since some of Conrart’s best experiences had come about that way.

Even with all that, it had been easier than he had expected to get Adalbert into the bedroom. Perhaps it was the fact that Conrart wasn’t a stranger, or perhaps it was that Adalbert had finally reached that age where he didn’t give two shits about his morals anymore. He didn’t say, and Conrart sure as hell wasn’t about to ask. The less he knew and the less involved they were, the better.

Conrart gave him no reason to think their fucking meant anything, because of course it didn’t. Conrart wasn’t the relationship type, and Adalbert could do a hell of a lot better than him anyway. Still, Conrart had taken certain accommodations for the man. He had asked the man which position he preferred, thoroughly prepared him, and fucked him nice and slow in missionary style. Definitely not Conrart’s favorite, but he knew from experience that it was easier to handle.

It had been long and slightly uncomfortable with the eye contact, but Adalbert had felt amazing with all that muscle and Conrart enjoyed seeing the man he’d fought with so many times begging for his cock.

He had left immediately after, and that was that. Or so he thought.

There was a second time. At first, Conrart had refused. He didn’t want to chance Adalbert thinking this was something it wasn’t and he really wasn’t a good enough lay to deal with the emotional baggage involved. But his mind had far too easily been swayed when Adalbert had told him to tie him up.

The first time had been entirely mundane, but the second was electric. Now, his not-so-distant enemy was entirely at his mercy. True, Conrart held most of his impulses at bay since he wasn’t the sadistic type to defy or even push boundaries, but still. It was enough of a high just knowing that he could entirely control the pace and rhythm. He made him wait for it. Made him beg for his cock and the privilege to cum.

Conrart had thought that would be the end of it. He hadn’t exactly played the part of the nice little boyfriend that Adalbert was probably hoping for. But no. The man propositioned him yet again. Just as before, Conrart tried but failed to refuse. He was glimpsing new sides to this man he had apparently failed to see clearly for decades.

What he was learning was that this seemingly sheltered virgin held few limits. Beat me , he said. Control me .

It was an ego trip, to say the least. How many times had Conrart wanted to beat this man? Yell at him. Humiliate him. Now he could do all those things openly without ramifications. Even Yuuri wouldn’t have the courage to stop him if he found out, since what right did Yuuri have to dictate what someone else got up to in the bedroom? Adalbert was more than willing to take all of it. Every inch, every hit, every word. The only limits seemed to be brutally marring him, which Conrart realized he no longer wanted to do. It was far more appealing to bring the man to his knees and watch as his thick, swollen cock throbbed with each whip to his chiseled back. Memorizing the way his stern features broke into pained ecstasy.

It was surely unhealthy for either of them to keep this exchange up. The longer it continued, the more Conrart itched to take up the whip, hold onto a collar and chain, step and push with his heel. It was becoming harder to separate his mindset from dominator and “gentle protector.” He doubted Adalbert was faring any better given the way the man dropped to his knees in submission the second the two found themselves alone. Leftover bruises decorated his skin at the beginning of their sessions clearly questioning their choices.

The worst part of it was that when they weren’t caught up in the flow and high of the moment, Conrart could feel a twisting in his stomach at the idea of the whole thing. How had a sentimental virgin gotten so kinky? How did he even know about half the things he asked for?

Part of Conrart told him he was better off not knowing, but the curiosity was driving him crazy.

"Where did you learn about BDSM?" he finally broke down and asked. He was tired from doing an all-night patrol, groggily drunk, and horny as a by-product. The inn's dining hall was public enough to keep them from jumping each other at the mention of the topic yet seedy enough for no one to care about eavesdropping. Besides, two-thirds of the patrons had fucked Conrart at this very inn.

Conrart expected to hear a story about Adalbert walking in on one of his subordinate's wild scenes, about him frequenting brothels purely for the view, or even how he purchased obscure porn pamphlets. Instead, Adalbert's unexpected answer dropped a stone weight into the pit of his stomach. All horniness evaporated in an instant, leaving him tired, heavy, and empty.

"Julia."

He said it as if it was all the explanation that mattered.

It probably was.

Conrart didn't want to know how Julia introduced him to these topics. He honest to Shinou didn't .

And yet. His big mouth opened on its own, spewing out the question burning in his mind. "How? You were a virgin."

Adalbert didn't smile. There was nothing happy about this train of thought. However, something about his expression did show that he did enjoy Conrart's confusion. “We might not have touched, but we definitely talked.”

Conrart’s look ordered him to elaborate further. Even if they had talked, that still didn’t explain his expansive knowledge of kinks.

Adalbert’s gaze was misty and a bit shaded, and his voice came out more gravely than usual. “Julia might have seemed dignified, but she was wild inside. Don’t ask me how she learned what she did–hell, she might have just been kinky enough to just know what she wanted.” The man tightened his grip on his glass. “The only thing keeping her back was me. I had ideals, but I let her talk. She talked a lot. Once she got started, she wouldn’t stop. Told me in rich detail all the shit she wanted to do to me.”

Conrart’s throat was dryer than an oasis. He chugged what remained of his liquor, but it did nothing to help. “You’ve been using me to play out your unfulfilled fantasies.”

Adalbert’s gaze matched his with just as much hardness. “Never. You sure as hell aren’t her.”

“You’d prefer it if I was, though.” Conrart didn’t know what had come over him. Of course, he would. There was nothing between them but carnal fucking. Anyone could take Conrart’s place, especially the fucking woman he had been engaged to.

Shit. Conrart would have preferred that, too.

Swallowing down thoughts of Julia dominating him , he waved down the bartender. He needed much more alcohol in his system.

Adalbert didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

The silence between them was palpable as the bartender came and refilled Conrart’s glass. As soon as it was full, he chugged down the contents.

“We’re done.” He stood up and slammed money down on the table.

Adalbert crossed his arms, glaring daggers. “I didn’t take you for a coward.”

Conrart snarled. “I’m not! But I’m not going to act out your fantasies about your dead fiance.”

“Why not?”

Because it was sick. It was too real. It was too personal.

Aloud, he said, “Because I have better things to do with my time.”

Adalbert waved a hand. “Yeah, you’ll go wet your dick somewhere else. Don’t pretend that it will stimulate you the way I have.”

Conrart hated that he was right. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done some of the things they had before, but it was limited and far between. Usually, someone would be into one or two things, but Adalbert was open to just about anything. And with him Conrart didn’t have any worries about aftercare or the aftermath.

Now it made more sense why he had been fine with him leaving immediately after. Any aftercare he had provided wouldn’t have lived up to his expectations.

Conrart wasn’t about to lay around telling him he did a great job and that he loved him. Adalbert wouldn’t have heard him anyway. It would have always been Julia. He felt sick just at the thought.

“What do you get out of leaving?” Adalbert asked.

Relief. A semblance of sanity. The return of an aching hole he had forgotten existed.

Adalbert didn’t wait for him to answer. “What do you lose by staying?”

The inn room was small and damp. It probably hadn’t been properly cleaned in days. Still, the sheets were fresh at least, and it served their purpose as well as anywhere else. Conrart cut off their crushing kiss with an order.

“You’re going to fuck me this time.”

Adalbert’s demeanor changed. He almost looked nervous. It was as if he was an inexperienced virgin once more.

Conrart laughed mockingly. “What? Don’t have the balls for it?”

Adalbert glared and knocked him down onto the bed. He straddled him and ground their hips together. “I have the balls.”

He sure did, and the cock to complete the set. Blood rushed south in anticipation of finally being stretched wide by him.

“This isn’t what I asked for, though,” Adalbert said with annoyance.

Conrart smirked. “You aren’t the one in charge here; I am. And I say you fuck me.”

That worked on the man’s defiance. The annoyance drained, replaced with a soft, dazed eagerness. Apparently, he just really liked being ordered around.

There would never have been an argument on who wore the pants in his and Julia’s relationship, Conrart supposed.

As soon as he had the thought, he smashed their lips together in a brutal kiss, attempting to drive the thought as far from his mind as possible. It sort of worked, but his mind was still too functional for his liking.

Adalbert was grinding and kissing and caressing, but that was it. They were still fully dressed and the man didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move things along. Perhaps he was waiting for Conrart to order him to do so, but Conrart’s patience was waning too much for that.

He pushed and twisted so that they rolled over. He landed on top and ground his entire ass onto the rod beneath him.

Adalbert’s eyes showed his surprise at the shift.

Conrart made an animalistic noise as he tossed his shirt aside. “I’ll just do it myself. Stay there,” he ordered as he got up to remove his pants. Next, he opened Adalbert’s pants and started to tug them down. “Lift your ass.” The man did so, and he tugged them down to his ankles. He was still wearing his shirt and it would probably end up soiled, but that wasn’t Conrart’s problem.

Grabbing the small bottle of oil he had brought with him, he climbed back into his lap. He reached coated fingers back to finger himself open. Adalbert reached toward him as if proving that he could do it, but Conrart grabbed his wrist before he could. “Still your hands or I’ll make sure they stay still.”

Adalbert’s eyes turned misty, but he obediently placed his hands above his head. Conrart would have liked to tie them there and admire the indents afterward, but he was too agitated at the moment, so he focused on finishing his prep work. He made quick work of it, probably stopping sooner than exactly healthy, but that was fine. He liked the burn.

As soon as he pulled his fingers out, he sunk down hard on the engorged cock awaiting him. A cry shot from both of them. Conrart’s hands pressed down into Adalbert’s toned stomach as he pushed himself up, then back down again.

It had been a long time since he had been on the receiving end and it was blissful torment. It felt so good and whipped all thoughts from his mind. There was only sensation, heat, hardness, motion, and the stabbing of his insides. Waves of pleasure coursed through him, heightened each time Adalbert’s muscles twitched with the restrained desire to move.

When his orgasm hit, cum shot out thick all over Adalbert’s shirt. It was a good look on him.

The man was still hard inside him, face contorted with pleasure.

Conrart lifted off of him and stood at the foot of the bed.

Adalbert’s eyes pleaded with him, but Conrart just surveyed him with cold eyes.

“Who am I?” he asked.

Adalbert sucked in a breath and shivered. “Conrart Weller.”

“That’s right. Who has actually touched that dick of yours?”

“You.”

Conrart reached over the bed and ran his finger up the length of his shaft. “That’s right. You can want Julia all you want, but I’m the only one you can crave. Your body's attuned to me now. I get to decide what we do and when.”

He waited for some sort of response. When none came, he gripped the base of his dick hard. "Got it?"

Adalbert nodded. "Yes." There was a pause. "Sir."

Conrart smirked. He liked the sound of that. "Very good," he praised, loosening his grip and pumping him almost affectionately. "As long as you don't forget that, we won't have any problems."

He jerked him off until a new string of cum pooled on his shirt.

Conrart hummed at the dirty sight. "Too bad she never got the chance to see you like this." The words were cruel, but part of Conrart was indescribably angry for some unknown reason.

Adalbert didn’t react in words. Instead, an unreadable expression crossed his face.

Ignoring it, Conrart grabbed a tissue from the bathroom and tossed it at him. “Get cleaned up.” Not bothering to watch, he went back into the bathroom to clean the cum off his ass, thighs, and dick. Then, he redressed himself in silence. He took hold of the door handle, ready to walk out without another word, but something made him hesitate.

He glanced over his shoulder to see that Adalbert hadn’t moved in any way, arms still high over his head and legs spread out across the dirty sheets. “I told you to clean up.”

Adalbert moved then. He took the tissue and wiped at the sticky substance on his shirt. “I don’t think I can leave like this.”

“Guess you’ll have to leave shirtless, then.”

Adalbert scowled. “Or you could get me a shirt like a decent person.”

“I never said I was decent.”

Adalbert huffed. “I guess that’s why she chose me.”

That’s when it hit him. The reason he was so upset. Conrart could fuck everyone but the one person he had truly wanted to while Adalbert–the only person who could have–never did. The knowledge hadn’t been as visceral before. Now, the thought wouldn’t leave him. Adalbert was the closest thing Conrart would ever get to fucking her (aside from Yuuri which was a thought he wouldn’t even allow to form). If he was the one using Adalbert, it would make sense. It would almost be justifiable. But Adalbert had no right using him that way. It was his own damn fault for squandering the time he had with her.

“Fuck you!” he said. The door nearly hit him on the way out.

Conrart thought that would be the end of it. By all reasoning, it should have been. The reasons they never should have started were too many to count. They shouldn’t even come in contact with each other, living in different countries as they did, but Adalbert–the masochist–made a habit of ambushing him. The man knew where he lived and most of the establishments he frequented. Even when Conrart stayed hidden away within the castle, the man would wheedle his influence onto Yuuri who would goad Conrart into at least chatting with him since he had come all that way to see him.

If only Yuuri knew what was really going on. The kid probably would have fainted.

Eventually, Conrart grew tired of avoiding the issue. He dragged the man down to the stables where there would be fewer prying eyes. He wasn’t delusional enough to think that word of their encounter wouldn’t spread by tomorrow morning (the maids had eyes and ears within the very walls of the castle it seemed), but the fewer direct witnesses the better.

“What is your fucking problem?” he spat in his face.

Adalbert didn’t so much as blink. “I want you to fuck me.” He said the words casually as if nothing had happened.

The situation was so fucked up, Conrart laughed. “Too bad. Find someone else to play pretend with you.”

Adalbert grabbed his wrist and pushed him back into a haystack. He pinned him down with his thick thighs. Conrart hated how arousing it was. He tried to shove the man off of him, but Adalbert was heavier and in a supported stance.

“This isn’t a game,” Adalbert said.

Conrart spit in his face. He might be stuck, but he wasn’t about to just lie down and take it. “Like hell it isn’t. That’s all it’s ever been. A fun sensual game.”

“I don’t play games.”

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

“What are you even talking about?” he asked, even though he had a strong suspicion what he was getting at.

“There is a reason you’re the only person I’ve slept with. It’s the reason I never slept with Julia.”

“If you say you love me, I swear will bite your dick off.”

Adalbert snorted. “No. I wouldn’t go that far. You are special, though. You always have been.”

Conrart kicked at his legs. “As if. You hated how close I was with her.”

Adalbert looked away guiltily. “I was jealous. But it wasn’t only because you had something with her I didn’t. She had something with you I didn’t.”

Conrart didn’t know what to do with that information. “Are you seriously saying that I could have fucked both of you?”

Adalbert cackled. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. You might boss me around, but we both know Julia would have dommed you in two seconds flat.” Conrart didn’t doubt that for a second. “It always would have been up to her.”

Conrart exhaled. “Then, what? You want to live out what could have been?” he asked with a bitter tone.

“Something like that.”

“Only if I get to do it, too.”

“Do what?”

“You’re going to scratch all my itches. Wear a blindfold, wear a wig, whatever I say.”

Adalbert’s mouth twitched and he shivered. “You’re in charge, sir.”

Conrart chuckled and shook his head. This was surely still a horribly unhealthy idea. But honestly, most of his ideas probably were.

“Fine,” he relented. His hands squeezed over the mounds of Adalbert’s ass, tugging him in closer. “Let’s get to fucking, then.”

[desperatepleasures]

the thing is that out of all the mountain goats albums, absolutely NONE can even come remotely close to In League With Dragons in terms of the only metric I care about: Number Of Songs That Are About Adalbert von Grantz

[larkawolfgirl]

I Can't Meet Your Eyes Because I See Her When I Look at You (Condalbert)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationships: Adelbert von Grantz/Conrart Weller, Adelbert von Grantz/Susannah Julia von Wincott (past), Conrart Weller/Susannah Julia von Wincott (past and one-sided), Wolfram von Bielefeld/Shibuya Yuuri, Shibuya Yuuri/Conrart Weller (one-sided), Yozak Gurrier/Conrart Weller

Summary:  Conrad loved and lost Julia. Conrad loves and is "losing" Yuuri. He has ways of dealing with it, but they don't seem to be cutting it any longer. When he confronts Adalbert and their unresolved feelings for Julia, he gets more than he bargained for.

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Conrart watched Yuuri flutter around Wolfram. It was adorable. Ever since he had finally confessed to Wolfram, Yuuri had been trying to spend as much time with him as possible. Not long ago, it had been the other way around. Wolfram used to always follow Yuuri around much like a baby chick would follow his mom to make sure he didn’t get lost. In this case, it was to make sure that Yuuri didn’t do anything “unseemly.” Conrart smiled at the thought. As if Yuuri would ever do that. It had been obvious from the start that Yuuri was caught by their engagement, hook, line, and sinker.

This fact had immediately begun chiseling away at the edges of the hole that already resided inside Conrart’s heart. At least it was a slow process, thanks to Yuuri’s constant denial that he could marry a guy. It was still consistent, though, because in those denials, he denied Conrart as well. To be honest, Conrart was thankful for that denial. It helped to stop him from even attempting to do something he might regret. Nothing could have been strong enough to stop him from thinking about it, though.

Everyone, aside from Yuuri himself, always knew that it was only a matter of time until he gave into Wolfram. It didn’t matter if Yuuri was gay, or bisexual, or whatever he was; all that mattered was that he and Wolfram had formed a bond that could only grow stronger over time. And now it was at its pivotal point.

They would be married in about a week’s time. Conrart was happy for them. Truly, he was. He loved Wolfram and had always wanted things to work out between them for his sake. As well as Yuuri’s. It would be easy for Yuuri to fall into the trap of a noble with ill intentions or a commoner only looking to climb the social ladder. Wolfram’s intentions were as pure as could be. There was no one else Conrart would entrust him to. Still, he was not prepared to lose any slim chance he had with the king.

“What do you think Conrad?” Yuuri asked suddenly.

He had been so lost in his thoughts he had not heard any of the previous conversations. “I’m sorry. What are you asking about?”

Yuuri frowned a little. It was frustratingly adorable. “Don’t you think Greta would make the cutest flower girl? Wolf says throwing flower petals would be too wasteful.”

“Oh.” Conrart didn’t know the finer details about wedding customs on Earth, but he had seen little kids throwing flower petals down the aisle in multiple films. “Yes,” he agreed immediately. “I’m sure Greta would love being a part of the wedding as well.”

Wolfram frowned. “Of course you’d take his side.”

Conrart smiled placatingly. “Now, Wolfram, I just think it would bring your little family closer together.”

His brother huffed but seemed appeased with that logic.

“See, Wolf?” Yuuri said cheerfully. “It will be great! And we can always sweep up the petals afterward.”

“And do what with them exactly? The flowers will already be dead.”

“We can make tea. Or compost!”

Wolfram scrunched his face up. “Com-post?”

Conrart didn’t know what that was either.

“Uh. It’s like fertilizer. We can lay them down to help Celi’s flowers grow.”

Wolfram gave him a judgemental look. “You want to kill flowers to help the rest grow?”

“That balances out, doesn’t it?”

Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Whatever. But I’m deciding how many we pick.”

Yuuri grinned and leaned in to kiss him.

Conrart excused himself and began heading back to his chambers. Just watching them smile at each other was enough to hurt his chest. Watching them kiss was enough to hinder his breathing.

Once secluded in his room, he leaned back against the door and slide to the floor. The wood was hard and grounding. He took some deep breaths and undid the buttons down the front of his shirt.

Marriage was something Conrart used to think might be in his future but now was nothing but an ideal dream. The only two people he ever considered marriageable were unobtainable, and even if they weren’t, twenty years, although short in the scheme of things, was enough time to change him beyond recognition. Sure, he plastered on a familiar face, but deep down, in the corners of his heart, something ugly materialized. It was probably born from the shavings of his heart. Where love grew, so did enmity.

He had tried to sate the ugly beast within him with pleasure. It had been easy enough to flit from one partner to the next, without so much as making the bed afterward. By now, he had probably had sex with over half of the kingdom, but nothing made that ache go away. At first, he had been upfront and decent about his intentions, always making sure his partner wanted the same emotionless interaction he did. The more that he took, though, the less it felt like he received.  The beast chewed at his insides, craving more, more, more, until he stopped caring. If someone was willing, he’d go for it without caring about any heartache left in his wake.

Why should he care, anyway? His own heart had been pierced through, so why not spread the pain? Besides, it wasn’t like a one-night stand could eat away at someone the way his own pain did. Who could blame him for spreading a bit of his own suffering?

Yuuri’s frown replayed in his mind.

He knew who could blame him. Several people, actually. But he never sparred the time for those thoughts. He was beyond the point of caring by the time Yuuri arrived in their world.

He had recognized him the moment he saw him. Not because of his skin tone or his uniform, but because he could see Julia reflected in him.

It shouldn't make sense. Yuuri didn't look like her, talk like her, or even act like her most of the time, yet he could see her image hovering over him like a ghost. He had thought that by touching Yuuri, maybe he could touch Julia.

That is how it started. Whenever he was near Yuuri, he felt like the old Conrart again. Suddenly, there was something worth protecting again. He felt alive in a way he hadn't since the moment he learned about Julia's death. When he touched Yuuri, his skin warmed with the glow of affection. An innocent brush of the hand was worth more than a million handjobs. When he smiled at him, Conrart almost believed that time could rewind and he could be chosen this time.

He wasn't. For the second time, Julia overlooked him for another man. But Yuuri wasn't Julia. He knew that, and knew it stronger with each passing day. Although they were both kind, righteous, and headstrong, Yuuri was even more impulsive than Julia ever had been. He was prone to anger, oblivious, and far too trusting.

Not once did Yuuri question or shy away from his proximity or touch the way he used to with Wolfram. Yuuri trusted him completely. Godfather, he called him. Someone protective and caring. These things were true. Conrart would kill anyone who hurt him, even if that person ended up being his very own brother. But Conrart was more than that. He wanted more, and every one of his touches, no matter how platonic, carried that greed.

He knew that Wolfram suspected him of ill thoughts at the very least, even though he never confronted him about it. Perhaps, Yuuri wasn’t the only one that was too trusting. He still allowed them to continue having “bonding” time, even if he usually kept an eye on them during that time.

Conrart had long since lost count of how many times he had dreamt about sneaking kisses behind Wolfram’s back. Yuuri would laugh quietly under his breath, for Conrart’s ears alone. His eyes would twinkle gleefully promising of what would come later when they wouldn’t get caught. When later came he would sneak away from the bed he shared with Wolfram to climb into Conrart's. In the dream, Yuuri was always happy and he was always willing, and in sleepfulness and the brief moments after, Conrart would feel whole again.

As much as he told himself he only wanted Yuuri for what lingered of Julia, at some point he crossed the lines: longing turned into love turned into lust. He loved Yuuri for Yuuri. He loved his goofy grin, his enthusiasm for baseball, his optimism. What he loved about him most, however, was that he was somehow blind to what hid beneath Conrart’s surface. Or was Conrart hiding from that surface self? He didn’t even know anymore. Either way, there was so much that Yuuri failed to see. Conrart wasn’t a knight in shining armor. He might come to save the day, but he wished for rewards. Each night he would still go to bed with indecent thoughts. It didn’t matter if it was his hand or the body of another, his mind always drifted back to Yuuri and Julia in the end.

He wondered how Yuuri would react if he knew just what Conrart did behind closed doors. What kind of face would he make? What pretty shade of red would his cheeks turn? What noise might he make?

A part of him hated himself for these feelings. The young king was better off without his emotional baggage. Wolfram was a much better match for him than Conrart would ever be. They were close in mental ages, balanced each other’s qualities well, and were suited for each other politically. They were both pure to an extent. Maybe not wholesome, but inexperienced. He imagined their sexual activities would take time to expand. Not that he thought about that. Wolfram was still his brother, after all.

It made him wonder, far more often, what Julia would have been like. Would she have blushed at the touch of a hand or pinned him down onto the bed? He could never decide. Sometimes, when he was drunk enough, he considered throwing decorum aside and asking Adalbert what she had been like. Maybe if he knew instead of guessing at her behavior in his fantasies, that ache would go away.

In soberness, he avoided his rival like the plague. Only Yuuri’s safety or the fate of the kingdom was enough to make him interact with him. Every time he so much as saw him, his entire chest would throb with a numbing pain. It felt like the pain of falling in love with Julia only to find out that she would never return his feelings, the resentment of learning that it was because of Adalbert that she would never consider him romantically, and the sorrow of hearing that she had died all mixed into one.

Being around Adalbert made him want to cry, scream, or lash out in violence. The latter was the easiest. Better for his body and his pride. Now, with relative peace between their nations, that option was off the table. But he was forced to face him anyway. Yuuri–being Yuuri–convinced Adalbert to come visit the castle on occasion. He had tried convincing him to sit in on council meetings as well, but that was forcibly shot down. He was obstinate about staying in Shimaron. Which was good, because whenever he did visit Conrart was forced to stand by in suppressed agony in order to watch over Yuuri. He didn’t trust Adalbert to not have the thoughts about Yuuri that he had in the beginning. Adalbert would have to be blind not to see traces of Julia in him.

He refused to let him snatch his love away from him again. He wanted to knock the man back against the wall, scream into his face as he punched his lights out, then ball his eyes out.

He never so much as raised a hand, though. Neither Yuuri nor Julia would ever forgive him if he did.

That unresolved tension was building with each encounter, and it was only growing worse as Yuuri and Wolfram’s marriage date approached. He was about to lose Yuuri for good. He had so many feelings welling up inside him with limited ways of releasing them. His favorites involved getting himself off.

Speaking of, he had nothing else better to do right now. He undid his pants and lowered them just far enough to get his dick out. He began to palm himself slowly in the hopes of clearing his mind for a while. It wasn’t working, though. The image of Yuuri and his brother kept coming back to mind.

Stop thinking about it! he yelled at himself. That only shifted the image to Julia and Adlerbert kissing.

For fuck’s sake! He yelled aloud as he pounded his fist against the floor.

If only he had someone available right now to get his mind off of everything. Too bad Josak was out of the kingdom on a spy mission. At this point, he usually sought out his friend when these moods struck him. Sleeping with strangers only had so much appeal and took effort. His friend’s door was always open. He never had to explain himself or build up to fucking when it came to his long-time friend. It was nice to be able to joke around and actually stay over afterward without giving a false impression. Jozak knew him well enough not to ask for more than a fun time. Still, as enjoyable as their time together was, Conrart still felt hollow.

What could possibly fill the void inside him? Sex clearly wasn’t cutting it. As much as he hated it, he knew what he craved was the love beyond the sex. That was unobtainable to him. He would have to settle for existing as a shell.

He only hoped that Adalbert was struggling just as much as he was. Tucking himself back into his pants, he realized he would have to see him at the wedding. Another day of churning emotions and regrets.

Actually, if Julia hover over Yuuri, she surely hovered over Adalbert as well. That must be why he felt such strong emotions whenever he was nearby. So maybe love wasn’t as unobtainable as he thought. Maybe if he got him alone, he could work out his frustrations and finally find out once and for all what was so great about him. Why had Julia been so blinded by Adalbert to never see him? Was he that great in the sack?

In terms of looks, Conrad was a catch. Not that Adalbert wasn't attractive in his own rugged way, but Conrad was definitely more pleasant to the eyes. That factor was irrelevant for Julia, though. Perhaps she had a thing for the breadth of his chest and prominent arm muscles. Conrad's own muscles were more compacted and probably harder to assess through his clothes. But no. Julia wasn't like him. She would never be shallow enough to seek out relations with someone only because of their build. There was obviously something about Adalbert's personality that she found attractive enough to turn down her engagement to Conrart even before meeting him.

How would things have turned out if he had met her before Adalbert? Would she have been blinded by him to never see Adalbert, or was there something about the other man so attractive that she would have chosen him regardless?

If only he had known what it was she loved about him, then Conrart might have been able to imitate it and win her over. But every time he had asked her during their short 6 months of friendship, she had always been vague. Adalbert had a heart of gold, she said. He fed her soul. They were riddles Conrart could never solve. Though, looking back, he should have tried harder to actually get to know Adalbert. Maybe then he would understand. Instead, all he knew for sure was that he was a strong soldier, had an unyielding resolve, and loved Julia enough to throw his entire life away. He must have been kind in the past, but now he was willing to harm others for his ideals.

That was how he dealt with his grief, he supposed. Just as Conrart turned to sex and gambling, Adalbert turned to violence and self-righteousness. It made Conrart sick that he thought he was better than everyone else. The man could say that he hated the mazoku all he liked, but he had to hate the world. He hated Conrart, at the very least.

Well, the feeling was mutual.

He still wanted to hit him. He wanted to punch him until his face was ugly and red. Maybe then he would realize that he wasn’t any better than Conrart. But there was more than one way to take him down a notch or two. Maybe he could tie him up and watch him squirm. Maybe he could slap his backside until he cried in surrender. The possibilities were endless.

When Conrart reached for his dick this time his hold was firm.

Adalbert lifted his glass of wine and swirled the liquid around. It looked pretty, but the taste and effects were lacking. He wished he had some of the beer he had stashed in his overnight bag. It would be easier to get through the night if he could at least get drunk. What was he even doing here anyway? He wasn’t Yuuri’s friend, was he? Knowing the kid, he thought he was.

Adalbert sighed and took a drink. It was bubbly and sour.

It was nice of him to invite him, but he didn’t belong here. He didn’t belong at Blood Pledge Castle, let alone the Maoh’s wedding.

His table mates were chatting away about meaningless drivel. He wouldn’t even know their names if not for the little name tags resting on the table. He supposed these were the few guests who didn’t know who he was.

The woman with bright blue hair in a bun–Florina, read her nameplate–began dancing in her seat as soon as the band began playing music. He was sure she would have been up out of her seat immediately if it weren’t the royal couple’s dance.

The music was slow and the lyrics were painful to listen to. It was a song about finding true love by accident and never letting it go. The smiling faces of the royal couple cut through his sadness, though. He was glad for the kid. As much as he still resented the mazoku on principal, the kid at least deserved to find happiness.

As soon as the next song began to play, Florina stood up. “Oh, Nayt, come dance with me!” She held out her hand to the man beside her.

Nayt looked around nervously, but took her hand and stood up.

The other two at the table must also be a couple because they shortly got up to dance as well. That was fine with Adalbert. It was a bit awkward to sit alone at the table only because nearly everyone at the reception was dancing now. It was clear to anyone looking that he was without a dance partner.

He wasn’t sitting alone for long, though. Conrart fucking Weller of all people strode up with what looked close to a smirk plastered on his face.

Great, he must be here to gloat about the fact that he had some hot date while Adalbert was sitting all alone.

“You here alone?”

Okay, that wasn’t what he expected. The man’s voice wasn’t gloating, it was…flirty? He didn’t know how to react to this turn of events. Besides, wasn’t it clearly obvious that he was alone?

“What do you think?” he finally answered.

The almost smirk was definitely a smirk now. Weller sat down right beside him. His knees were far too close for comfort. “I think you need a dance partner.”

“What?” Adalbert was gaping but he couldn’t help it. He had heard rumors about Weller’s sexual rendezvouses, but he never assumed he would set his eyes on him of all people. Every other time they had been in contact since the Shimaron peace treaty, the man had barely been able to even meet his eyes.

Adalbert didn’t blame him. It was hard. They had never really spent time together, even in the past, but they still shared too much history. A depressing history at that.

Weller was unfazed by his confusion. “I’m asking you to dance.” He held his hand out like a gentleman.

Hesitantly, he took the offered hand and allowed himself to be dragged into the throne of bodies. The two of them were pushed closer together than he would have preferred, but it wasn’t unpleasant. How long had it been since he felt so close to another person? Twenty years? God, he felt old. Already as good as a widower. He let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Weller asked pulling him even closer by the waist. Breaking the usual dance position, he let go of his hand to cradle the back of his head instead.

They were close. Too close. Adalbert could smell the wine on the other man’s breath.

He didn’t let his unease show in his voice. “Just thinking about the past.”

“Anything in particular?” Conrart asked it in such a casual manner. It really pissed him off.

“I’m thinking about her. What else would it be?”

Weller’s expression turned serious. “You were supposed to marry her.” Adalbert wasn’t sure how to read his tone, but he would guess it was angry.

“We had our whole lives planned out,” he answered forlornly.

Weller’s eyes pierced into him. Adalbert felt cornered. He was sure he could break out of his arm if he tried, but something held him back. Perhaps it was the strange tug he felt in his chest every time the man was nearby.

It didn’t make any sense. Except in the strange way that it felt like a way to be close to her again. Even that didn’t make sense, though. Julia had been close to many other people, but none of them made him feel the way that Weller did.

It had to be because Weller had also loved Julia. There was no other logical reason. He must be picking up on the other man’s feelings somehow.

That must be why he never could seem to truly hate him even immediately after Julia’s death. He wanted to. He wanted to hate him so badly, if only to have a single living individual to blame for her death.

Now he didn’t know what to think about him. Rumors told different sides to this ambiguous man. He was a close friend, merciless captain, vicious swordsman, smiling bodyguard, caring godfather, doting brother, and shameless whore.

Conrart asked in a hard voice, “What did she want?”

“In the future?”

“Yes.”

“She wanted to be happy. She wanted everyone to be happy, humans and mazoku.”

“What else?” The bodyguard’s eyes were as cold as ice.

“She wanted to have three kids, two boys, and one girl. She wanted to let her brother take over the Wincott estate so that she could continue helping von Christ out in medical. Eventually, when the kids were born and peace was secured, she wanted to move far away from the main towns. She wanted to create a quiet life, growing our own food and cooking up new dishes.” Adalbert hadn’t meant to say so much.

Weller’s reaction was unreadable. “She really loved you, didn’t she?”

“I like to think so.”

The bodyguard let out a long, slow breath through his nose. “Why? What did she like about you so much?”

Adalbert shrugged which caused his shoulder to hit the back of Weller’s hand. His own hands slid higher up Weller’s back. They were basically pressing front-to-front at this point, closed in by other dancers. They weren’t so much dancing anymore as they were embracing and shifting their weight back and forth.

“How would I know?” he said.

“Didn’t she ever say?”

“She said a lot of things, as people tend to do. She liked my cooking. Isn’t there some saying about seducing someone through their stomach? Maybe that was it.”

Conrart’s fingers clenched in his hair. “You’re saying she fell in love with you because you could cook?”

Adalbert glared, his tone growing irritated. “I’m saying I don’t know what made her fall in love with me. I’m just glad she did.”

Weller growled. “If it had been me, I’d have found out.”

Adalbert rolled his eyes. This was unbelievable. “Sure, you would have. Because it would have mattered so much to you. All I cared about was being with her.”

“There you go again acting like you are so much better than me.”

Adalbert struggled against his arms. How much had Conrart had to drink? He didn’t have to put up with this.

Weller tightened his grasp. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m getting out of here.”

“No, you’re not. You’re staying at the castle.”

“You can’t keep me here,” he reasoned.

That smirk was back on Weller’s face. “Try me. Who do you think Yuuri will believe between the two of us? At least Yuuri chose me over you.”

Adalbert pushed away hard enough to break out of his hold. Instead of leaving, he stared at him in disbelief. "You see him as a replacement."

Weller narrowed his eyes. "Watch what you say."

"You think he's Julia."

"Don't you?"

Adalbert shook his head and started backing away. This was getting more personal than he signed up for.

Weller grabbed his arm and leaned in close so that his voice couldn't be overheard. "Tell me you don't think about doing to him what you did with Julia."

Adalbert swallowed down the lump in his throat. "You're sick."

Weller laughed with derision. "Yeah, I guess I am. Aren't you?"

Adalbert was a lot of things, but he didn't think sick was one of them. His feelings weren't as rawn as they had once been. Numb was probably the best way to describe how he felt most of the time. He was still heartbroken and hated “The Great One,” but it was manageable. Yuuri had explained “The Great One's” plan in his attempt to get him to return. It didn't make anything right, but it made them better. At least he could justify that Julia gave her life for a meaningful cause. He settled on saying,  "I am a 130-year-old widower," as if that summed everything up.

Weller didn't look pleased with that answer. "You didn't marry."

"I might as well have."

Something sad passed over Weller's face. It appeared as if he was fighting with himself about something. "That's why I hate you so much," he spit out.

Adalbert chuckled humorlessly and unpeeled the man's fingers. "As if I care. I don't particularly like you either."

Weller's reply came out surprisingly quiet. "But Julia did."

Adalbert had always known that Weller had romantic feelings for Julia. Half of the kingdom had thought they were an item despite her engagement. Adalbert knew better than to suspect her of doing anything behind his back. It still stung knowing that she had spent so much time with another man who clearly wanted her in that way. Seeing him made her happy, though, and he had always wanted her to be happy.

"I have no idea why," Adalbert said.

"I don't understand what she saw in you either. Why was she so in love with you?"

Adalbert frowned finally realizing what this was about. Today, Weller was being rejected for a second time. Whatever twisted desire he had for the kid, it was real enough to hurt.

Adalbert shouldn't care, but under different circumstances, he could be where he was. "I think it's time you leave."

"You don't get to boss me around," Weller protested.

"You're drunk and not in you're right mind. You wouldn't want someone to overhear something they shouldn't, do you?"

Weller waved his hand as if it didn’t matter. “I’ll leave if you take me to my room.”

Adalbert groaned. Why did he feel the need to be considerate? This wasn’t his problem. “Fine,” he groaned. “But only because I have nothing else better to do.”

Conrart smirked behind Adalbert’s back. Soon he’d have him right where he wanted him. Then he could stop holding himself back.

It didn’t take them long to reach the door to his room. Adalbert rolled out the muscles of his shoulders and neck. “There, I assume you can get inside yourself.”

Conrart twisted the doorknob and pulled the other man inside. He quickly blocked the door with his body to prevent him from escaping.

“What the hell is this, Weller?”

“Like I said, I want to know what it was that Julia loved about you so damn much.”

Adalbert glared at him. “Like I said, I have no idea. She liked a lot about me, but I don’t know what the main reason was.”

“You took her for granted.”

Adalbert’s fists clenched. “Shut the hell up!”

“Did you tell her every day that you loved her like she deserved?”

“I–That’s isn’t your damn business!”

Conrart’s lips rose, and he shoved the larger man into the wall. “I’m making it my business. Was it your kissing?” Without waiting for an answer, he forced his lips onto his.

Immediately, Adalbert pushed him back. “You really are sick!”

“Yeah!” Conrart held his head in both hands. “I’m lusting after my dead friend and my godson who’s about to go fuck my baby brother. Yet all the while I can’t get the thought of what you’re like in the sack out of my head.”

Adalbert pushed him toward the bed. “Sleep it off.”

Conrart broke into laughter. “You think I can just sleep this off? I can’t even fuck it away. Do you know how many people I’ve fucked trying to forget about them? But you know who I haven’t fucked? You.” On the final word, he grabbed onto Adalbert and shoved him backward. The older man hit the edge of the bed and landed on his ass.

Conrart stood with his legs on either side of Adalbert’s. He cupped the side of his face almost tenderly. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. It could be just the thing we need.”

He could see the cogs turning in Adalbert’s mind. It took him a long time to answer. “Fine,” he finally said in a heavy tone.

Conrart wasted no time claiming his lips again. The tenderness was gone, replaced with pure lust. Adalbert was breathless before he even pushed him down fully on the bed.

His hands roamed over him, feeling as much as he could through his clothes. This was Julia's first impression, he realized. They were good, solid muscles, possibly larger than Jozak's. They would feel even better without the clothes.

No sooner had he thought it, his hands began to heft his shirt up. He was wearing layers, so he had to tug each shirt up at a time.

Adalbert's own hands were feeling him up as well, but he did lift his arms up when needed. Once he was shirtless, Conrart expected him to remove his shirt in kind, but he seemed satisfied feeling him up as is.

With a sigh, Conrart brushed his hands out of the way so he could remove his shirt himself. "I don't have all night," he complained, even though that was a lie. They both knew that he had nowhere else to go tonight and no duties tomorrow since Yuuri would be leaving with Wolfram for their honeymoon.

Adalabert grunted in response. He went back to feeling over his arms and chest, but his hands were more hesitant this time.

As much as he wanted to feel over those impeccable muscles himself, Conrart couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “Come now, don’t act like an inexperienced virgin.”

He expected a crude retort, but none came. He blinked down at the much older, brawny man. He definitely didn’t look like someone who would be a 130-year-old virgin.

He shouldn’t be!

Instead of touching the muscles staring back at him, Conrart punched down straight at his left pec.

“Ow! What the hell, Weller!”

His words came out dripping with vile. “You seriously had her but never had her?”

“We can't all be as sex-crazed as you are”

“Really?” Conrart mocked. “Because you seem pretty turned on right now.” He palmed over the thick tent forming in his pants. “You’ve just been waiting to shoot your load.”

Adalbert let out a moan at the contact, then replied in exasperation, “Yeah, okay? I fucked up! I know that. You don’t have to rub it in.”

“Oh, I’ll rub it in alright.” Conrart pressed the palm of his hand into the other man’s junk for emphasis. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought of what being with her would have been like? To think you just squandered your chance away. A chance I would have killed for.”

Adalbert let out a groan through his nose that sounded similar to a horse. “You might have only been interested in getting into her pants, but that wasn’t what I cared about.”

Conrart gave a mocking laugh. “That’s rich. Tell me you didn’t think about it, then?”

“Of course, I thought about it! I wanted her, but I wanted to wait.”

“Real good that got you.”

Adalbert kicked up with his legs, knocking off Conrart’s balance. He rolled them over so that Conrart was the one on his back with Adalbert towering over him. “I’m getting real tired of your bullshit! This isn’t about me, and you know it. If we’re playing interrogation, then you tell me why the hell you haven’t fucked the kid.”

Conrart snarled. “You know why!”

Adalbert gave a cocky grin. “Because you don’t want him to hate you? Because he’d think you are disgusting for lusting after him because of the woman who used to have his soul?”

“It isn’t like that!”

“Isn’t it?”

Damn it! “It was, but it isn’t anymore. Yuuri is…Yuuri is too good for me.” He took some breaths before his voice came out in barely a whisper. “Just like her.”

That had been the real issue, then, hadn’t it? It wasn’t a matter of why Adalbert was better than him, but why Conrart couldn’t be enough. He didn’t deserve any better than a casual fuck.

Adalbert was giving him a no-nonsense look. “You’re right. You don’t deserve either of them.”

Conrart moved to throw him off of him, but he stopped when Adalbert continued talking.

“You never even told either of them how you feel, did you? You wallow like a child about not getting your way but do absolutely nothing to get it.”

How dare he talk to him that way! “What about you? I know Julia is the one that confessed to you. Would you have really confessed to her if she had agreed to the engagement to me?”

“That doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t have wallowed in self-pity over it.”

Conrart glared at him. “Then what am I supposed to do?”

“The kid’s ship has already sailed. There’s nothing to do about that. Find something new and actually take a hold of it.”

“Just like you have,” Conrart said mockingly.

As if proving his point, Adalbert kissed him roughly. His hands touched him with more confidence this time. Going with it, Conrart let his own hands find his bare chest and arms at last. He squeezed over his muscles not caring if it was painful or not.

While Adalbert’s hands remained on his torso, it didn’t take Conrart long to wander lower. He undid the other man’s pants. He took his sizeable dick into his hand and set to stroking him.

Adalbert’s back arched and he rested his head on Conrart’s shoulder. His breathing was quick and loud.

“To think I’m the first person to touch you like this. It’s a bit fucked up.”

“Fuck you.”

Conrart smirked. “That’s the plan.”

“How exactly…”

Conrart cupped the side of his face. “You don’t even know how it’s done?”

Adalbert glared. “Sure, I do. What I meant was, how are we doing this?”

Conrart pondered that. He had intended to wreck him into the mattress, but that was before he got a feel for the magnificent size of his dick. It would be a shame to put it to waste. Besides, there was more than one way to wreck him into the mattress.

“Take your pants and underwear off, and lie down.”

As Adalbert did so, he got up and grabbed the bottle of lube that he kept inside the top drawer of his side table. He shucked his pants off while he was at it.

“Seeing as you’ve never done this before,” he said as he climbed back onto the bed, “I guess I’ll do the work. We’ll have better results that way.”

He opened the lube and coated his index and middle fingers. With deft, slick fingers, he prodded himself open. He shivered a bit at the sensation. It had been some time since he had been on the receiving end, so he was a bit more sensitive than usual.

The entire time, Adalbert’s eyes remained acutely fixed on his handiwork. His dick was visibly growing harder with each of Conrart’s finger thrusts.

“I can’t believe you’ve gone this long without getting off.”

“I still masturbate, I’ll have you know.”

Conrart raised his eyebrows. “Oh? Good to know that you at least know how a dick works.”

Satisfied with his work, Conrart removed his fingers and moved himself into place over Adalbert’s thick dick. “Ready?” he asked.

Adalbert’s hands held onto his hips, nudging him down. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

That was all the invitation he needed. He sunk down slowly all the way to the hilt. Conrart let out a long, exaggerated moan at the sensation. This definitely beat jacking off in his room.

His eyes had unconsciously closed at the pleasure. He reopened them to see Adalbert’s head thrown back and his face screwed up with pleasure.

Conrart laughed at the lewd sight. “You’re really feeling it, huh? Do you like this?”

He rose up slowly, only to sink back down in one fell swoop. It drove a cry from the larger man’s throat. It stirred something inside Conrart, and he repeated his action, hoping to hear that sound again.

His thoughts narrowed to only the goal of driving him wild and mindless. He wanted to see him lose himself to the pleasure. He wanted to claim the thing that he had held onto for so long as if it were precious. To think he would give it away to Conrart of all people.

It should have been Julia. There his mind went wandering again. So, what? Julia wasn’t here. He might not have deserved her, but he deserved this. He deserved to claim someone the way he never could have claimed her.

His trusts were sporadic, just like his thoughts. Adalbert mostly laid there overwhelmed, but when Conrart kissed his mouth, he responded. While Conrart kissed him roughly, Adalbert’s passion was softer.

Is that how it would have felt to kiss Julia? To kiss Yuuri?

He felt like he was losing his mind. There was so much he wanted. He took and took, thrusting his hips and devouring Adalbert’s mouth. It was hot, so very hot. The pit of his stomach was heating and swelling. He was close, yet everything he wanted was just as far away.

Conrart came with a broken cry. Pleasure coursed through his body, but it felt like his heart was being stabbed by needles.

Adalbert nearly screamed when he came. His cum filled Conrad, but Conrad felt just as hollow as he had before.

He rolled off of the other man immediately. Adalbert reached for him, but he got off of the bed before he could touch him.

“Get out,” he demanded.

“But–”

“Get out,” he repeated firmer this time.

Was that sadness he saw on his face? That was ridiculous. This had never been anything besides an angry fuck session. It wasn’t his fault Adalbert seemed to be a lovesick romantic.

“Fine,” Adalbert said entirely monotone. He dressed and stormed out without another word.

Alone at last, Conrart leaned back against the door and slid down to the floor. “Damn it!” he screamed, punching the floor. It was unyielding and sent a stab of pain through his knuckles. Tears welled in his eyes.

He was stupid and so fucked up.

He was also out of ideas.

Adalbert picked the last of the potatoes. This one looked even riper and plumper than the last. These would make an excellent soup. Gathering up his basket, he carried it inside and lit the stove. He filled a large pot with water and set it on the stove. While it heated, he washed the potatoes and started peeling them.

He could hear the birds chirping outside, and if he listened closely, he could make out the laughter of children. The life he had created here was peaceful, much like the peaceful life he and Julia had talked about.

Plopping the potatoes into the pot of water, he started cutting carrots next. He sighed. This really was the perfect life. If only he didn’t have to be alone here. He had acquaintances, but no one he could really even call a friend. Not that he was putting in too much effort to make friends.

His mind wandered to Yuuri who continued to try to convince him to return to Shin Makoku. It was a kind gesture, and he wouldn’t mind hanging around the kid, but he couldn’t. He may have mostly put his issues behind him, but he owed it to Julia to live out the life she had wanted. Besides, now he was hesitant to even visit Blood Pledge Castle.

Weller would be there.

He hated that his mind kept returning to the man. He wondered if everyone thought about their sexual partners so much after the fact or if he was doing it because Weller was his first.

He hated that thought the most. It should have been Julia, just as Weller had to so gracious pushed down his throat.

But what was done was done.

So, why couldn’t he stop thinking about Conrart fucking Weller?

In all honesty, he had spent a good deal of his life thinking about this man. First, he had been the nameless man that was supposed to marry Julia, then he had been Julia’s too-close friend, and then he was the punching bag for Adalbert’s anger and hatred.

When Yuuri arrived in this world and became Maoh, he had been forced to see the man on multiple occasions, and since the peace treaty, he’d been forced to see him even more often. He would always just stand there, silent and unmoving like a statue. It was obvious that he was only there because he didn’t trust Adalbert. He had thought he didn’t trust him to not attempt to harm or kidnap his precious king, but now he figured that wasn’t it.

The sick bastard thought he was going to try to seduce the kid.

Not that the thought had never crossed his mind. When he first learned that he held Julia’s soul it was like a sucker punch. She was so close.

But Yuuri wasn’t Julia. It didn’t matter if their soul was the same. They were separate people with separate lives. The kid already had a partner in mind, and he never deserved any of this years’ old baggage.

So, maybe Weller was right. Weller didn’t deserve Yuuri. Not if he was going to bury him in the trash he had accumulated over the years.

Adalbert would much rather he dump the trash on him like he already had. He had his own trash after all. Except, it didn’t mix together the way he thought it would. It reeked with renewed freshness, opening up the scabs on his wounds.

That night had been painful. He had hated himself, and he had hated Weller for making him hate himself.

But it had also been gratifying in a way nothing else had been since Julia’s death. He wasn’t sure if he had thrived off of the suffering of it all, or was just caught up in the high of sexual contact.

Either way, he found himself wanting to meet with him again and felt that tug in his chest each time he did.

The only problem was that he had no idea what to make of the way Weller had kicked him out of his room immediately after they finished. Weller was a known slut, and stories said he was a fan of marathon sessions. If he ended things so quickly, there must have been a reason. Perhaps he finally realized afterward how much he truly hated him. If that was the case, Adalbert wasn’t desperate enough to make a fool of himself by propositioning himself.

Still, he couldn’t avoid the castle forever. Weller would see him as a coward if he did.

Plopping the rest of the vegetables in the pot to boil, he grabbed a piece of paper. He supposed tomorrow was as good a time to visit as any.

Yuuri was all smiles as usual when he arrived at Blood Pledge Castle. “Adalbert,” the young king greeted him.” His new husband stood proud at his side.

“I hope things are going well with you two.”

“Uh, y-yeah,” Yuuri stammered a bit. It was cute. Okay, so maybe Weller wasn’t as crazy as he had thought for liking him.

The three of them began walking to the lounge. Adalbert expected to see Weller appear at some point, but he didn’t.

“What about you?” Von Bielefeld asked. “Are things still going well in your village?”

“Yes,” Adalbert said. “We have set up a minor governmental system.”

“I see,” the prince consort said.

“You aren’t leading them?” Yuuri asked.

Adalbert cackled. “No. I turned that down right away. All I want now is to live a quiet life removed from everyone else’s bullshit.”

“Oh,” Yuuri muttered.

They arrived at the lounge, and the newlyweds claimed the loveseat while Adalbert sat across from them in the armchair by the fireplace. Von Bielefeld lit the fire with his maryoku which set pleasant mood lighting.

“Then, what are you up to?” Yuuri asked.

“Growing vegetables to cook with.”

His eyes bugged out. “Really?”

“What?” Adalbert asked a bit defensively. “Do I seem too macho for domestic work?”

“N-no,” Yuuri stammered, “I just never took you as the type.”

Adalbert grinned. “Well, I am. That sort of life had always been mine and Julia’s plan.”

Yuuri smiled sadly. “Oh.”

Von Bielefeld had a bittersweet expression as well. “I think it would have suited her.”

Adalbert chuckled. “Only if I did all of the cooking. I suppose she never cooked anything for you?”

“No,” Von Bielefeld said. “Whenever she visited, the maids prepared the meals.”

“Well, she was a terrible cook.” He rethought that statement. He had to give her bonus points for trying. “Okay, she wasn’t terrible. But she wasn’t good by any stretch of the word.”

Von Bielfeld raised his eyebrows. “And you are?”

Adalbert gave a cocky grin. “Want to try me?”

Von Beilefeld grinned back. “Make me a dessert then.”

“Wolfram!” Yuuri cried. “We just had dessert.”

Von Beilefeld turned his grin to his husband. “You can never have enough dessert, Yuuri.”

“Yes, you can! You’ll get diabetes!”

“I will not get this dia-be-atous thing. I exercise plenty.”

Yuuri sighed but didn’t argue further when they moved to the kitchens.

Adalbert set to work on a fruit pie figuring Yuuri would appreciate him feeding his husband something at least somewhat healthy. He had peaches or apples to work with and decided to go with the apples. As he began peeling and coring them,  he spoke up as casually as possible. “I have noticed that Sir Weller is absent today. Is there any particular reason?”

“Oh,” Yuuri said, “he said something about me not needing him around so much now that Wolf and I are married.”

Adalbert nodded. That did make sense, but he doubted that was the entire reason. “Is he in the castle?”

“I think so.”

Yuuri did not appear to think anything of the questioning, but Von Bielefeld was giving him a questioning look. He would have to watch the rest of their conversation.

As he finished preparing the pie, he explained his baking methods. Von Bielefed watched him with intent interest and a watering mouth.

Finally, it was in the oven.

He wiped his hands off on each other. “It will be ready in about half an hour. Then you need to let it cool for a bit before eating it.”

“Are you leaving?” Yuuri asked.

“No, but I need to do something. I may not be back before then.”

Yuuri looked a bit disappointed. “Oh, okay. See you later then.”

“Later,” Von Bielefeld said. His gaze was fixed on the oven.

“Captain!” Jozak giggled and moved away. “I really need to leave.”

Conrart folded his arms behind his head and leaned back against the bed’s headboard. “If you had places to be, you shouldn’t have come by.”

Jozak gave him a wink as he straightened out his outfit. “And miss out on such a good time? Never.”

“I live to please.”

Jozak gave a heartier laugh and gave him a quick kiss. “I’ll see you later, stud.”

Conrart shook his head with a fond smile. He closed his eyes fully intending to take a nap since his services didn’t seem to be needed anymore. Maybe he should take a trip or pick up a new job.

“Oh!” Jozak exclaimed. “Von Grantz? What brings you by?”

His eyes shot back open. Adalbert had come to his room? Why?

He sat up fully to get a better look at the doorway. Sure enough, Adalbert was standing there wearing the look of a deer caught in headlights.

Adalbert looked from Jozak to Conrart and back again. “I just wanted to talk to Weller about something.”

“Ookay,” came Jozak’s unconvinced response. “Whatever.” His friend threw his head back over his shoulder. “See ya later, Captain.”

Conrart gave him a weak wave goodbye.

Adalbert stood there awkwardly in the open doorway. “Can I come in?”

“Unless you want the entire castle to hear.”

Adalbert stepped inside and shut the door. He walked closer but didn’t make it all the way to the bed. Conrart wondered if his half-dressed state was making him uneasy.

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked feigning disinterest.

The man put a hand on his hip. “What do you think?”

“The weather?”

Adalbert did not appreciate the sarcasm. “What was the deal with kicking me out? It was like I had the plague or something.”

“If anyone has a plague it’s me.” Maybe he’ll leave him alone now.

No such luck. Adalbert did approach the bed now, stopping directly in front of him. “I thought you had more self-esteem than this, Weller. What happened to you being the best swordsman in the kingdom?”

Conrart smirked. “Oh, that’s still true. Want me to show you?”

Adalbert smirked back. “Maybe.”

“I’ll be the one to stab you this time.” Conrart wasn’t sure what came over him. He had not intended to do anything with him again. Not because it wasn’t enjoyable but because it felt like too much.

Adalbert took a breath. “Maybe I want you to.”

Conrart licked his lips. “Right now?”

“Maybe.”

“You do realize I had sex just before you got here, right?”

“Fuck it.” Adalbert kissed him, and Conrart stopped talking.

Adalbert didn’t understand why, but he couldn’t get enough of Weller. It was because of the sex obviously, but for some reason, he didn’t want to have sex with anyone other than him. And that tug that he felt when he thought of him was only getting stronger. It almost reminded him of…

Well, he tried not to think about it too much. That aside, he was visiting the castle a lot. It was easier for him to travel there than it was for Weller to come to Shimaron, but it was becoming too obvious. Yuuri would no doubt take it as a positive sign that Adalbert was reconsidering his relocation, but Adalbert was worried the others would begin to suspect that something was up.

Especially since Adalbert had “something to take care of” during every visit.

Maybe they should just admit it. But what would they even admit? That they were fuck partners? It was such a crude description even though it was entirely accurate. Adalbert didn’t like the idea of labeling himself as such, though.

He also figured it wouldn’t bode well with the kid either. Adalbert wouldn’t be surprised if he fainted at the news, even.

His godfather and the traitor–both men who had loved his previous incarnation–fucking like animals behind his back.

Such behavior was out of mind for the Maoh, surely, especially when it came to those he knew personally.

He should talk the matter over with Weller, he supposed. Maybe he could come to visit him every other time? God, it almost sounded like they were planning dates rather than fuck sessions.

Sighing, he grabbed his overnight bag which was already packed, and headed out the door.

Adalbert meant to bring the issue up immediately, but Weller had been distracting . He was still catching his breath when he brought it up. At least Weller had the decency to let him rest before kicking him out of his room since that first night. “I don’t think it looks good that I visit so often.”

“Probably not.”

“Do you think you could start coming to Shimaron every so often instead?” He intentionally didn’t specify how often he should visit to make it sound like minimal commitment.

Weller turned onto his side to face him. “Why should I?”

For some reason that stung. He had thought Weller was enjoying their times together too. It figures he was just as replaceable as the next person. “I just thought we could see each other more that way, and you might like the change of pace.”

“If you think you need to stop coming so often, then you should stop coming so often.”

Adalbert glared. “If you don’t give a fuck about me coming, then maybe I should just stop coming to see you at all.”

Weller sat up. “You know, I’ve wondered why you bother in the first place. It isn’t like this is a relationship.”

“I…I know that.” He did, didn’t he? Perhaps he just didn’t know how to exist so close to someone otherwise. The only experience he had was with Julia, after all.

Weller groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Getting out of here might be nice. But I don’t think visiting your home would be healthy for either of us.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s too intimate.”

He thought Adalbert would get too attached. But, no, he said it wouldn’t be good for him either. “You’re scared of getting too close to someone,” he realized aloud.

Weller’s lack of a reply was all the confirmation he needed.

“What are you so afraid of?” he pressed.

Weller’s voice wavered. “I can’t lose someone again.”

Adalbert replied in a soft tone. When had he actually started caring about Weller’s feelings? “The kid is still with you.”

“Not in the way I want him to be.”

Adalbert put his hand on top of Weller’s, ignoring the look the bodyguard gave him for it. “I’m not going anywhere. Except for home,” he added in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Weller fixed him with a stare. “Why not? I’m not worth your time.”

He had a point. Adalbert could probably find someone else easily. He had never even considered moving on to someone else after Julia. He had thought that his love life had died with her. But then Weller had to go and kiss him. He was a good kisser, too.

“Because you understand me.”

Weller snorted. “Sure I do.”

“Okay, fine. You understand my pain.” He nudged him in the shoulder. “And you’re a good lay.”

That earned him a smile. “I try.”

They fell into silence. Then, Weller sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

Conrart did end up visiting Adalbert a few weeks later. It was as much as he had expected. Everything screamed domesticity. The house was small, yet cozy. There were gardening gloves and a hoe in a basket near the front door. There was a tiny wood stove for cooking and an island for chopping vegetables. Books were scattered across tables and a beer rack covered one wall.

“It’s nice,” he said.

Adalbert grabbed a bottle from the beer rack. “Thanks. I find it peaceful. More than a castle ever would be.”

Conrart could understand that thinking. To be honest, he preferred smaller homes as well. He had loved the one-bedroom apartment he had in Boston. “Castle life isn’t for everyone.”

Adalbert treated him to a home-cooked meal, and Conrart knew it was already happening. He already didn’t want to leave.

After dinner, they talked. Actually talked. No jibes, no insults, no flirtations. Conrart thought he could understood what Julia had loved about Adalbert now. He was straightforward, tenacious, domestic, and sentimental.

It was refreshing to be able to open up to someone without worrying about what they would think of him. Adalbert already knew his worst secrets, so it didn’t seem to matter what else slipped out.

You understand my pain, Adalbert had said. He assumed that was why he could overlook his ugly qualities.

Of course, Adalbert only had one bed, which meant that after their toss in the sheets, they had to share the bed. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Conrart could have fared sleeping on the floor, but that seemed silly when the bed was perfectly acceptable.

Adalbert fell asleep first, and in his sleep wrapped an arm around Conrart’s middle. Conrart could have shoved the arm off of him, but it felt nice and Adalbert didn’t have to know. He didn’t want to admit how easily he fell asleep in his embrace.

Conrart woke up feeling more refreshed than he had in a very long time.

“Morning,” Adalbert greeted him. He was still lying beside him and smiling lightly. It did something to Conrart’s chest.

“Morning,” he returned.

“Want coffee?”

“Sure.”

They spend a relaxing morning together. Conrart had planned on leaving right after breakfast, but with each passing minute, he felt less inclined to walk out the door.

“Hey,” he said while Adalbert began preparing lunch for them, “would you mind if I stayed another night?” He cringed a bit at the edge of begging in his voice.

Adalbert looked up from the greens that he was separating into bowls. He smirked. “Have I trapped you with my amazing cooking skills?”

That was part of it, actually. The food at the castle was good, but it lacked that feeling that came with home-cooked meals. “You got me,” he said with a joking smile.

One extra day turned into two. A letter arrived from Yuuri. He was concerned since Conrart had said he would only be gone for a night.

“That from the kid?” Adalbert asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“Yeah. I should return today.” He still didn’t want to, though. He felt at peace. He felt…whole, he realized. After twenty years of searching for a way to fill in that hollow part of him, all it took was a cozy home.

“You didn’t tell him you were staying longer?”

“I didn’t think I would stay so long.”

“Go back, then. The door’ll be open for you whenever you want to come back.”

Conrart searched his face. He looked and sounded genuine, but something told him that he couldn’t just walk out of the door this time. Adalbert had told him to take hold of what he wanted, and Conrart was ready to do that.

“I’ll write him.”

Adalbert gave him a look. “Don’t you think you should go back and check on him at least?”

“I will. I just…I want to stay here.” He felt so vulnerable admitting that.

Adalbert grinned. “Glad to hear it. I enjoy the company. It can get lonely around here.”

Conrart did return to the castle a week later. Yuuri was so relieved to see that he really was safe as he said that he tackled him in a hug. Conrart smiled and hugged him back. The contact felt different, he realized. It was a hug like any other.

The tightness in his chest eased at that realization.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” Yuuri said.

“So, am I.”

[marumafan]

Yuuram in Novel 11

So Yuuri and Wolfram are in completely separate places, but I want you to notice how in the scenes with other characters the ‘Dacascos and Adalbert’ scene, and ‘Anissina and Greta’, they all talk about Yuuri and Wolfram as partners, good match/ideal partners, etc. Then, there’s Yuuri who’s constantly thinking of Wolfram (especially when he’s not well)

------------------------------------------------------------------ Novel 11. ch.2 -Yuuri thinking of Wolf -

“But with such bad turbulence, even people other than Wolf would find it hard, right? I don’t usually get seasick, but now my stomach’s all bloated, and I feel like I’m going to vo-vo-vo-vomit—Mph!”

Before tragedy can strike, I clasp my hand over my mouth, my throat full of bitterness. Thank goodness I didn’t just eat.

------------------------------------------------------------------ Novel 11. ch.3 -Wolfie's rumors-

As expected of Gisela, not only does she watch Wolfram, who’s imagining a crazy drunk Grantz, expressionlessly, she’s also remembering the rumors on the street about Lord von Bielefeld at the same time. He may look cute, but he has a shocking alcohol tolerance, and he doesn’t go crazy after he gets drunk either, could that be true? She wants to verify the validity of this rumor. Compared to that adopted father of hers, who strips stark naked, wears his underwear on his head and starts dancing madly whenever he drinks, she wonders, who’ll be more fun when they’re drunk?

------------------------------------------------------------------ Novel 11. ch.3 -Gossips-

“Although he’s only sixteen, I heard that his love life is really colorful! I don’t know if it’s true or false, but I heard that he got engaged to the previous Maou’s third son a long time ago?”

“That’s right, that’s true. That’s why His Excellency Günter’s nose ran like a river, and he cried while biting onto his handkerchief! But most of the people are happy to see it. In the bet for His Majesty’s affections, His Excellency Wolfram is rather popular too. But that’s unsurprising, since they’re such a good match! Aiya, like that time when the two of them were hiding together in the fruit carton, I thought they were some foreign dolls and couldn’t look away! But I spent three month’s worth of salary to bet on His Excellency Günter—I’ll just take it as my congratulatory present for them.”

------------------------------------------------------------------ Novel 11. ch.3 -If he has the most ideal partner by his side  -

“Don’t act so violently in front of children, look how scared Greta is. I understand your hopes and concerns for your little brother. But these things happen in the world, situations when you’ve done your all and things still don’t go your way. Some people are just that unlucky, so all you can say is that he’s born under an unlucky star.”

“Is Wolfram the Little Prince (/Prince from the Stars)?”

The little girl asks, her voice nasally as she holds back tears.

After releasing her childhood friend’s hand, Anissina smile brightly at Greta,

“Maybe? But maybe not. Wolfram may be the Little Prince, but he might not be a king. However that doesn't have to be an unlucky thing, Greta. Even if he can’t win on his own, if he has the most ideal partner, and he's standing by his side, they can bring out a power that's stronger than his innate strength.”

------------------------------------------------------------------ Novel 11. ch.5 - It's like no one else can comfort him-

“I’m guessing it might because I’m too wound up. Rather than call it gastric pains… it’s more like I ate too much and feel tight in my chest.”

“Could it be a cold? Maybe you were too worn out that time when we were drifting on the sea.”

And sometimes I get headaches and horrible chills too, very evidently the pre-symptoms of a cold.

(...) And I deduce that this sense of discomfort isn’t a cold, but due to pressure.

I’ve been in a series of emergency situations since Small Shimaron, and I didn’t have any friends during the trip. Josak is definitely a comrade I can rely on, and is a trustworthy guard, but that’s different from the sense of safety Wolfram gives me. Because we can’t banter with each other, and comfort each other.

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