Teach me sadness and Pain (WolframxYuurixMurata)
Title: Teach me sadness and pain
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama
Music: Total Eclipse of the Heart by Meatloaf
Summary: What's this, Wolfram is cheating on Yuuri? What happened? Why is everyone hiding it? But what's the point of hiding anyway, now that Yuuri had saw it in his own two eyes? He felt betrayed and angry and there is only one person who is there...the Tsuki... his very own bestfriend who promised to help him no matter what. But what will our merciful maou do? If he had grown to love Wolfram? And what's more...the Sage is hiding something that can confuse the king more...
Chapter Four: Total Eclipse of the Heart part 1
“Are you ready, Shibuya?” Murata Ken, a four thousand years old being trapped inside a body of a sixteen years old, asked.
“Yes, Murata…” Shibuya Yuuri, an average high school student who happened to be a Maou, replied.
Their black hairs gleamed under the rising sun and the two mount their steeds. Murata looked at his king from behind. He no longer is the baseball boy; he is the king he knew.
It had been quite a time since he knew Wolfram has a lover. Three months to be precise. Two weeks since they camped in the Forbidden Forest in the Southern Part of Covenant castle
Ulrike knew… with the entire maiden in the Shinou Temple. They knew together with the whole country. Ulrike can’t suppress her horror on the day she decided to tell the maou just after they got back.
“Your Majesty…I…” the child-like priestess said awkwardly as Yuuri stood from the water. Murata is on his side adjusting his glasses.
“What is it, Ulrike?” the king as kindly.
“I have to tell you something…” she said bowing her head.
“What is it about? Did something happen? How many days did we left?” Yuuri asked firing questions.
Ulrike giggled and said “It was only a day since you left and nothing special happened. Except that there are rumors about Lord von Bielefeld and erm… Corporal Marguerite, they are… I knew it’s only rumors but I think you ought since… since… Lord von Voltaire and Lord Weller are hiding it with the whole castle… But I…”
It was the day when they returned after the event on the park, the day when the plan was made.
“Ulrike…stop…” Yuuri smile widened.
The Genshi Miko raised her head and looked intently into Yuuri’s kind eyes… too kind… too gentle and too sad. It was when she knew that Yuuri had learned about it. And she promised to be their accomplice.
After all now that Shinou-heika is gone, her sole master now is His Royal Majesty, Shibuya Yuuri and His Highness, Great Sage, Murata Ken. She had kept that they are secretly returning and that His Highness is training the Maou the art of the sword and she was teaching him to use his maryoku more effectively.
It was three months and now is the time…
They headed east towards the shining sun and Shibuya Yuuri said “Murata…Thank you”
The Sage smiled and said “My life is for the Maou only”
And they reached the Temple. Ulrike is already waiting for them. They dismount and Ulrike bowed to them.
“Okairi Nasaimasse(1), Your Majesty, and Your Highness” she said.
“How are the procedures?” Murata asked facing her.
“It was just as you want it to be, Your Highness. I had sent the letters to the rest of the aristocrats and they will come just before noon” her small voice said.
“Thank you, Ulrike” the bespectacled man said.
Shibuya looked at the sky and said “We have to make preparations…”
“Indeed, we have important guests” Murata said glasses gleaming.
Ulrike bowed again as the two enter the Temple.
After some time… the two came out.
They are wearing the most formal clothes for the King and for the Sage. Yuuri is still on a black uniform and he is wearing a blue cloak with gold chains and a red stone on the shoulder.
Murata meanwhile is wearing his black uniform with gold lining but he too is wearing a cloak, green and designed like Yuuri only that the stone is yellow and the chains are silver. Ulrike watched with awe. The aura of naiveté vanished from them, replaced by great dignity.
“Your Majesty, Your Highness, the carriage is ready” Ulrike said recovering.
An elegant carriage is on the gate of the Temple; it was pulled by four black horses and made of shiny black wood. The roof is straight and it was adorned by gold. A trusted outside guard of the temple will be the coachman.
“No matter what happen, Your Majesty… my loyalty only lies to you” Ulrike reassured.
Yuuri kneeled and to Ulrike’s surprise, he embraced Ulrike and said “You are a great comfort to me Ulrike, thank you” He released the priestess and Murata who opened the door smiled at him a warm, meaningful smile.
Yuuri went inside and Murata looked at Ulrike. Her tears running to her face and she said “Good Luck, Your Majesty. May Shinou-heika be with you as you go”
Then, a priestess gave Murata a sword. It was very, very old judging by its hilt. Murata accepted and put it on his waist and the cloak covered it. He followed Yuuri.
He sat in the seat opposite to Yuuri and stared at the window. Morning had arrived at the capital with the sun shining.
“Murata, when I was just a young boy, I went to a temple, I can’t remember where but I’ll never forget what I see there”
The Sage sighed and asked “What is it?”
“I saw a poem, engraved in the rock, it was old but the words are visible. It was entitle ‘Loss’ but the poet scratched the words and they are no longer readable. You cannot read Loss, you can only feel it. I understand it now” he said, bangs covering his eyes.
“I never thought that you would be a very great preacher, Shibuya” Murata joked.
And Yuuri laughed. “That’s what I like about you, MuraKen, you have the knack to make me laugh even in the most serious situations…” he said.
And the two looked at each other intently. Their eyes filled with warmth, in this world, they only have each other. The moon needs the sun and he was afraid that the sun will not need him. And Yuuri closed his eyes and Murata held his hand.
Yuuri’s eyes shot opened and he looked at Murata whose glasses are gleaming but in a strange way, it was not like the same when he is holding information. Murata squeezed his hand and Yuuri smiled. The king leaned his head on Murata shoulders. He closed his eyes and felt his troubled heart slowly finding peace. They say that home is where the heart is. In that case, Murata is his home…
Murata sighed; the warmth of Yuuri’s body on his side is comfortable. His heart pounding loudly as he felt Yuuri’s fingers tangled on his own and his warm breath on his neck. He is not crying and a smile is on his face. Their palms met and Murata gently let his white maryoku to remain there. He heard Yuuri sigh. His maryoku traveled to his arms, to his shoulders, to his chest and to his heart. Until, finally he saw Yuuri relaxed, all doubts gone.
Meanwhile…
Hand gliding on his fair skin, a sound of panting and the warmth of the early sun is all Wolfram can hear. The man top of him, gently bite on his slender neck.
His movements becoming faster… Wolfram gasped as he felt his own completion and it was followed by the feeling of nothing. Hollowness and Emptiness, his heart was filled with this. Lance pulled out of him panting and immediately fell asleep under the white covers. A strange liquid flowed on his legs, when he first felt it, it was strange but now he was used of it. His whole body numb.
When did he first want this? Why did he want it? How can he do it, when his whole heart is for Yuuri only?
He understands now… a Cheater’s heart is empty and hollow…
Yuuri is still on his world or so he thought, because of his loneliness, he relied on sex to give him physical pleasure. It was all Yuuri’s fault, he kept telling himself. But he knew it wasn’t…
His eyelids dropped out of exhaustion and he went to a very uncomfortable sleep as he felt a strong arm around his waist……
A Carriage is waiting somewhere near Blood Pledge. They decided that they would wait until the other aristocrats arrived. And it was only a matter of minutes when seven carriages arrived almost simultaneously. The guards of the Castle were perplexed. On the shadow, Murata saw Gunter von Kleist running with Gwendal von Voltaire. The show had begun…
“We came immediately as His Majesty, the Maou requested…” Stoffel von Spitzweg said hastily, as soon as he went out of the carriage that was opened by Raven.
“What? We didn’t call for a meeting” Gwendal said, wrinkles appearing on his face.
“It was not who you called, Lord von Voltaire…it was His Majesty and His Highness” Raven said as an attendant handed Gwendal a letter.
It was written clearly in Mazoku-writings.
To Lord Stoffel von Spitzweg,
Greetings, Lord von Spitzweg, I trust that you are doing well? I and His Majesty, Shibuya Yuuri will get to the point as this issue is important as it may seem. We invite you and all the other aristocrats to Blood Pledge. His Majesty would like to consult something that needs your guidance as the aristocrats. We hope that you will be coming here tomorrow just about noon. We expect you there and may you have a safe journey.
Murata Ken, the Great Sage
With the consent and orders of His Majesty, Shibuya Yuuri Harajuku Fuuri.
Gwendal and Gunter’s surprised face aren’t hidden to the rest of the aristocrats.
“Why didn’t His Majesty informed this to us first?” Gunter asked almost tearfully. Gwendal’s brow met and he said “Please come in”
Murata smiled as a shadow erupted on his back.
“They are here, You Majesty”
Murata signaled to the coachman and the carriage went out of the thick trees. They arrived at the gates of the castle.
“Halt” a soldier said who is in accident; Dorcas.
Through the carriage’s window, Yuuri peeked in and Murata said “When did the Great Sage and the Maou stopped to their way to the Palace”
Dorcas tensed up and said “I humbly beg for your apology”
The coachman rode into the Castle main door and the middle aged man opened the door. Murata was the first to come out and Yuuri followed.
“The Aristocrats are here?” he asked gently to Murata.
“Yes, Your Majesty” Murata replied regally.
“Call them to the throne with the whole castle, to the lowest and to the highest” he said and walking to the door.
The soldiers who are guarding the door were deeply surprised.
“Right away, Your Majesty” Murata said as he bowed.
He turned to all the guards.
“Alert the kitchens, the gardens, the soldiers and everyone in the palace. To the lowest rank to the highest, tell them that I summon them and they should come right away! His Majesty and I will be waiting in the throne hall” he barked.
The soldiers saluted and said “YES, YOUR HIGHNESS!!!”
Because of the sudden appearance of the ten aristocrats, Gwendal, Gunter and Conrart didn’t notice the sudden arrival of the most important person through out Shin Makoku. There were twenty soldiers on the garden that heard, His Highness orders, and they immediately carried it out.
“We must consult His Majesty as soon as he arrives” Gwendal said.
“Where is Wolfram?” Gunter asked almost suddenly.
“He has…erm company to attend to…” Conrart said.
By the look of Conrart, they knew, Wolfram von Bielefeld is with his lover, Lancelot Marguerite. There was a sudden silence. Guilt was expressed on their faces.
They loved, adored, and treasured the king more than their own lives but Wolfram is also very special. Gunter despite his complains that he is a selfish brat; he regards Wolfram as his own brother and a student.
It wouldn’t matter, they all thought, when His Majesty found out, surely he will not be angry. Surely, he will just laugh and make way for them, saying that he only see Wolfram as his friend… But they made a mistake, a mistake that changed the whole being of a once wimpy king.
There was the sound of somebody knocking on the door and it spun open revealing one of the guards on the garden.
He bowed and said “Forgive me for intrusion, Your Excellencies but His Majesty, the Maou had arrived together with His Highness and they ordered that everyone from the lowest to the highest rank should be in the throne hall”
On that time…
Yuuri walked to the red carpet. His cloak is almost touching the floor. He is wearing a somber expression, miles away from his smiling mask…
He then reached the three steps stairs to the elegant chair. He look tired that was reasonable since he just got out from a tough training period with the Great Sage. He collapsed to it. The hall is still empty except for him and the silence… deafening, heart shattering silence. The door opened revealing Murata.
He walked to the carpet as he got closer and closer, Yuuri saw Morgif on his hands. Unlike the usual, Morgif is not making incoherent sounds and his form is like the original. Clearly, Murata went the trouble to change his form. He is no longer the wimpy king with a wimpy sword…
Murata kneeled and handed him the sword. Yuuri smiled, Murata had thought him the proper Royal decorum and Manners. He took it and Murata stood up. He formed a bow and went to Yuuri’s side.
The door opened for the second time and people flooded inside… The first to come in was Gunter, Gwendal and Gunter.
They were surprised to see Yuuri sitting on the throne with Murata standing on his right. Yuuri smiled at them. They didn’t have the chance to say anything as the ten aristocrats followed suit. Stoffel was about to form a litany about his lands but before he had opened his mouth, the soldiers went inside bowing and then the maids.
Then there was Anissina and Giesela with Greta. The young princess was about to run to Yuuri when he sensed the tension on the room. She decided to stay by Anissina’s side quietly. All the faces of the Blood Pledge Castle were there. Except…
“Are, Where is Wolfram?” Yuuri asked pasting his innocent smile on his face…
Meanwhile…
Wolfram opened his eyes; he was awakened by the sound of rushing footsteps. Curious, he took a robe. Lancelot is still snoring. He sighed and peeked inside. He saw one of his guards and he called to him.
“What’s happening?” he asked.
“You Excellency, you must hurry! His Majesty has summoned all of the inhabitants of Blood Pledge Castle on the throne room!” he exclaimed and he bowed running.
Wonder spread on his face. When did Yuuri returned… Wait, he had to go. He ran to his room and wake up his lover.
“Lance! Lance!” he said shaking the corporal roughly.
“Huh?” he said opening his hazel eyes. He smiled slyly “Good Morning, my love. Are you still up for another round?”
Wolfram nearly punched him.
“That’s not the time, Yuuri has summoned everyone! Quick we must go!”
Lancelot paled at the words and they quickly gathered their clothes. They didn’t bother to wash up. Time is of the essence!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I cross-posted this story in my journal and
kyou_kara_maou
I will not be posting here anymore. Please read it there! Arigato Gozaimasu
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama
Music: Total Eclipse of the Heart by Meatloaf
Summary: What's this, Wolfram is cheating on Yuuri? What happened? Why is everyone hiding it? But what's the point of hiding anyway, now that Yuuri had saw it in his own two eyes? He felt betrayed and angry and there is only one person who is there...the Tsuki... his very own bestfriend who promised to help him no matter what. But what will our merciful maou do? If he had grown to love Wolfram? And what's more...the Sage is hiding something that can confuse the king more...
Chapter Four: Total Eclipse of the Heart part 1
“Are you ready, Shibuya?” Murata Ken, a four thousand years old being trapped inside a body of a sixteen years old, asked.
“Yes, Murata…” Shibuya Yuuri, an average high school student who happened to be a Maou, replied.
Their black hairs gleamed under the rising sun and the two mount their steeds. Murata looked at his king from behind. He no longer is the baseball boy; he is the king he knew.
It had been quite a time since he knew Wolfram has a lover. Three months to be precise. Two weeks since they camped in the Forbidden Forest in the Southern Part of Covenant castle
Ulrike knew… with the entire maiden in the Shinou Temple. They knew together with the whole country. Ulrike can’t suppress her horror on the day she decided to tell the maou just after they got back.
“Your Majesty…I…” the child-like priestess said awkwardly as Yuuri stood from the water. Murata is on his side adjusting his glasses.
“What is it, Ulrike?” the king as kindly.
“I have to tell you something…” she said bowing her head.
“What is it about? Did something happen? How many days did we left?” Yuuri asked firing questions.
Ulrike giggled and said “It was only a day since you left and nothing special happened. Except that there are rumors about Lord von Bielefeld and erm… Corporal Marguerite, they are… I knew it’s only rumors but I think you ought since… since… Lord von Voltaire and Lord Weller are hiding it with the whole castle… But I…”
It was the day when they returned after the event on the park, the day when the plan was made.
“Ulrike…stop…” Yuuri smile widened.
The Genshi Miko raised her head and looked intently into Yuuri’s kind eyes… too kind… too gentle and too sad. It was when she knew that Yuuri had learned about it. And she promised to be their accomplice.
After all now that Shinou-heika is gone, her sole master now is His Royal Majesty, Shibuya Yuuri and His Highness, Great Sage, Murata Ken. She had kept that they are secretly returning and that His Highness is training the Maou the art of the sword and she was teaching him to use his maryoku more effectively.
It was three months and now is the time…
They headed east towards the shining sun and Shibuya Yuuri said “Murata…Thank you”
The Sage smiled and said “My life is for the Maou only”
And they reached the Temple. Ulrike is already waiting for them. They dismount and Ulrike bowed to them.
“Okairi Nasaimasse(1), Your Majesty, and Your Highness” she said.
“How are the procedures?” Murata asked facing her.
“It was just as you want it to be, Your Highness. I had sent the letters to the rest of the aristocrats and they will come just before noon” her small voice said.
“Thank you, Ulrike” the bespectacled man said.
Shibuya looked at the sky and said “We have to make preparations…”
“Indeed, we have important guests” Murata said glasses gleaming.
Ulrike bowed again as the two enter the Temple.
After some time… the two came out.
They are wearing the most formal clothes for the King and for the Sage. Yuuri is still on a black uniform and he is wearing a blue cloak with gold chains and a red stone on the shoulder.
Murata meanwhile is wearing his black uniform with gold lining but he too is wearing a cloak, green and designed like Yuuri only that the stone is yellow and the chains are silver. Ulrike watched with awe. The aura of naiveté vanished from them, replaced by great dignity.
“Your Majesty, Your Highness, the carriage is ready” Ulrike said recovering.
An elegant carriage is on the gate of the Temple; it was pulled by four black horses and made of shiny black wood. The roof is straight and it was adorned by gold. A trusted outside guard of the temple will be the coachman.
“No matter what happen, Your Majesty… my loyalty only lies to you” Ulrike reassured.
Yuuri kneeled and to Ulrike’s surprise, he embraced Ulrike and said “You are a great comfort to me Ulrike, thank you” He released the priestess and Murata who opened the door smiled at him a warm, meaningful smile.
Yuuri went inside and Murata looked at Ulrike. Her tears running to her face and she said “Good Luck, Your Majesty. May Shinou-heika be with you as you go”
Then, a priestess gave Murata a sword. It was very, very old judging by its hilt. Murata accepted and put it on his waist and the cloak covered it. He followed Yuuri.
He sat in the seat opposite to Yuuri and stared at the window. Morning had arrived at the capital with the sun shining.
“Murata, when I was just a young boy, I went to a temple, I can’t remember where but I’ll never forget what I see there”
The Sage sighed and asked “What is it?”
“I saw a poem, engraved in the rock, it was old but the words are visible. It was entitle ‘Loss’ but the poet scratched the words and they are no longer readable. You cannot read Loss, you can only feel it. I understand it now” he said, bangs covering his eyes.
“I never thought that you would be a very great preacher, Shibuya” Murata joked.
And Yuuri laughed. “That’s what I like about you, MuraKen, you have the knack to make me laugh even in the most serious situations…” he said.
And the two looked at each other intently. Their eyes filled with warmth, in this world, they only have each other. The moon needs the sun and he was afraid that the sun will not need him. And Yuuri closed his eyes and Murata held his hand.
Yuuri’s eyes shot opened and he looked at Murata whose glasses are gleaming but in a strange way, it was not like the same when he is holding information. Murata squeezed his hand and Yuuri smiled. The king leaned his head on Murata shoulders. He closed his eyes and felt his troubled heart slowly finding peace. They say that home is where the heart is. In that case, Murata is his home…
Murata sighed; the warmth of Yuuri’s body on his side is comfortable. His heart pounding loudly as he felt Yuuri’s fingers tangled on his own and his warm breath on his neck. He is not crying and a smile is on his face. Their palms met and Murata gently let his white maryoku to remain there. He heard Yuuri sigh. His maryoku traveled to his arms, to his shoulders, to his chest and to his heart. Until, finally he saw Yuuri relaxed, all doubts gone.
Meanwhile…
Hand gliding on his fair skin, a sound of panting and the warmth of the early sun is all Wolfram can hear. The man top of him, gently bite on his slender neck.
His movements becoming faster… Wolfram gasped as he felt his own completion and it was followed by the feeling of nothing. Hollowness and Emptiness, his heart was filled with this. Lance pulled out of him panting and immediately fell asleep under the white covers. A strange liquid flowed on his legs, when he first felt it, it was strange but now he was used of it. His whole body numb.
When did he first want this? Why did he want it? How can he do it, when his whole heart is for Yuuri only?
He understands now… a Cheater’s heart is empty and hollow…
Yuuri is still on his world or so he thought, because of his loneliness, he relied on sex to give him physical pleasure. It was all Yuuri’s fault, he kept telling himself. But he knew it wasn’t…
His eyelids dropped out of exhaustion and he went to a very uncomfortable sleep as he felt a strong arm around his waist……
A Carriage is waiting somewhere near Blood Pledge. They decided that they would wait until the other aristocrats arrived. And it was only a matter of minutes when seven carriages arrived almost simultaneously. The guards of the Castle were perplexed. On the shadow, Murata saw Gunter von Kleist running with Gwendal von Voltaire. The show had begun…
“We came immediately as His Majesty, the Maou requested…” Stoffel von Spitzweg said hastily, as soon as he went out of the carriage that was opened by Raven.
“What? We didn’t call for a meeting” Gwendal said, wrinkles appearing on his face.
“It was not who you called, Lord von Voltaire…it was His Majesty and His Highness” Raven said as an attendant handed Gwendal a letter.
It was written clearly in Mazoku-writings.
To Lord Stoffel von Spitzweg,
Greetings, Lord von Spitzweg, I trust that you are doing well? I and His Majesty, Shibuya Yuuri will get to the point as this issue is important as it may seem. We invite you and all the other aristocrats to Blood Pledge. His Majesty would like to consult something that needs your guidance as the aristocrats. We hope that you will be coming here tomorrow just about noon. We expect you there and may you have a safe journey.
Murata Ken, the Great Sage
With the consent and orders of His Majesty, Shibuya Yuuri Harajuku Fuuri.
Gwendal and Gunter’s surprised face aren’t hidden to the rest of the aristocrats.
“Why didn’t His Majesty informed this to us first?” Gunter asked almost tearfully. Gwendal’s brow met and he said “Please come in”
Murata smiled as a shadow erupted on his back.
“They are here, You Majesty”
Murata signaled to the coachman and the carriage went out of the thick trees. They arrived at the gates of the castle.
“Halt” a soldier said who is in accident; Dorcas.
Through the carriage’s window, Yuuri peeked in and Murata said “When did the Great Sage and the Maou stopped to their way to the Palace”
Dorcas tensed up and said “I humbly beg for your apology”
The coachman rode into the Castle main door and the middle aged man opened the door. Murata was the first to come out and Yuuri followed.
“The Aristocrats are here?” he asked gently to Murata.
“Yes, Your Majesty” Murata replied regally.
“Call them to the throne with the whole castle, to the lowest and to the highest” he said and walking to the door.
The soldiers who are guarding the door were deeply surprised.
“Right away, Your Majesty” Murata said as he bowed.
He turned to all the guards.
“Alert the kitchens, the gardens, the soldiers and everyone in the palace. To the lowest rank to the highest, tell them that I summon them and they should come right away! His Majesty and I will be waiting in the throne hall” he barked.
The soldiers saluted and said “YES, YOUR HIGHNESS!!!”
Because of the sudden appearance of the ten aristocrats, Gwendal, Gunter and Conrart didn’t notice the sudden arrival of the most important person through out Shin Makoku. There were twenty soldiers on the garden that heard, His Highness orders, and they immediately carried it out.
“We must consult His Majesty as soon as he arrives” Gwendal said.
“Where is Wolfram?” Gunter asked almost suddenly.
“He has…erm company to attend to…” Conrart said.
By the look of Conrart, they knew, Wolfram von Bielefeld is with his lover, Lancelot Marguerite. There was a sudden silence. Guilt was expressed on their faces.
They loved, adored, and treasured the king more than their own lives but Wolfram is also very special. Gunter despite his complains that he is a selfish brat; he regards Wolfram as his own brother and a student.
It wouldn’t matter, they all thought, when His Majesty found out, surely he will not be angry. Surely, he will just laugh and make way for them, saying that he only see Wolfram as his friend… But they made a mistake, a mistake that changed the whole being of a once wimpy king.
There was the sound of somebody knocking on the door and it spun open revealing one of the guards on the garden.
He bowed and said “Forgive me for intrusion, Your Excellencies but His Majesty, the Maou had arrived together with His Highness and they ordered that everyone from the lowest to the highest rank should be in the throne hall”
On that time…
Yuuri walked to the red carpet. His cloak is almost touching the floor. He is wearing a somber expression, miles away from his smiling mask…
He then reached the three steps stairs to the elegant chair. He look tired that was reasonable since he just got out from a tough training period with the Great Sage. He collapsed to it. The hall is still empty except for him and the silence… deafening, heart shattering silence. The door opened revealing Murata.
He walked to the carpet as he got closer and closer, Yuuri saw Morgif on his hands. Unlike the usual, Morgif is not making incoherent sounds and his form is like the original. Clearly, Murata went the trouble to change his form. He is no longer the wimpy king with a wimpy sword…
Murata kneeled and handed him the sword. Yuuri smiled, Murata had thought him the proper Royal decorum and Manners. He took it and Murata stood up. He formed a bow and went to Yuuri’s side.
The door opened for the second time and people flooded inside… The first to come in was Gunter, Gwendal and Gunter.
They were surprised to see Yuuri sitting on the throne with Murata standing on his right. Yuuri smiled at them. They didn’t have the chance to say anything as the ten aristocrats followed suit. Stoffel was about to form a litany about his lands but before he had opened his mouth, the soldiers went inside bowing and then the maids.
Then there was Anissina and Giesela with Greta. The young princess was about to run to Yuuri when he sensed the tension on the room. She decided to stay by Anissina’s side quietly. All the faces of the Blood Pledge Castle were there. Except…
“Are, Where is Wolfram?” Yuuri asked pasting his innocent smile on his face…
Meanwhile…
Wolfram opened his eyes; he was awakened by the sound of rushing footsteps. Curious, he took a robe. Lancelot is still snoring. He sighed and peeked inside. He saw one of his guards and he called to him.
“What’s happening?” he asked.
“You Excellency, you must hurry! His Majesty has summoned all of the inhabitants of Blood Pledge Castle on the throne room!” he exclaimed and he bowed running.
Wonder spread on his face. When did Yuuri returned… Wait, he had to go. He ran to his room and wake up his lover.
“Lance! Lance!” he said shaking the corporal roughly.
“Huh?” he said opening his hazel eyes. He smiled slyly “Good Morning, my love. Are you still up for another round?”
Wolfram nearly punched him.
“That’s not the time, Yuuri has summoned everyone! Quick we must go!”
Lancelot paled at the words and they quickly gathered their clothes. They didn’t bother to wash up. Time is of the essence!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I cross-posted this story in my journal and
kyou_kara_maou
I will not be posting here anymore. Please read it there! Arigato Gozaimasu