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Wolfram’s
Bruise
Written
by: chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not
own Kyo Kara Maoh! or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this
story.
Summary:
An errand leads to much more.
Chapter
summary: Yuri and
Wolfram finally get married.
Warning: drama, romance, fantasy, language, M/M hentai, MPREG, Yuri/Wolfram
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know it took forever for that last chapter to get and for that, I
apologize. So, here it is. The next installment. Enjoy!
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Chapter
11: Wolfram’s Eleventh Bruise
Temple of the
Water Dragons
“Among the Humans, handfasting is an old pagan ritual of
marriage and it remained legal in some countries until only recently, even
after several acts were passed banning it as being ‘an instrument of the
heathens’.”
Yuri gulped.
“You mean…”
“Yes,” Lady Alese said with a nod as she strolled up
the aisle with the King and his fiancé.
“Because of its association with the Demons, it was outlawed, but among
much of the Human population it remains the only way that couples can get
married.”
“Why’s that?” Yuri asked. “The only way?”
“Because, Your Majesty, only the wealthy and affluent
can afford a church wedding among the humans.”
Yuri blinked.
That was news to him.
“It was even used as an instrument through which
couples became engaged.”
“An engagement ceremony? I’ve never heard of that,” Wolfram said.
Lady Alese nodded.
“Actually, the tradition among the Demon nobility of slapping one’s left
cheek is descended from this ceremony.”
Yuri was impressed.
“Really?”
“Oh, yes, Your Majesty.”
“How?”
“I am not entirely sure of the exact details. It’s lost behind myth and legend, but what I
do know is that the tradition actually began with a couple, usually of noble
birth, going through the ceremony with their left hands clasped together
instead of both hands, but the cord is not actually tied. Instead of becoming his wife, this ceremony
signifies that the woman was his Courtier, his lawful mistress, and while she
is provided for during and even after she is dismissed, she could not claim the
name, inheritance, or property of her ‘husband’. Any children they had would be taken care of as legal heirs but only second in line to
the man’s legal and first wife, though.
This custom is actually still in practice today.”
Wolfram nodded.
That he did know. Unfortunately,
all too well. His father had taken a Courtier
while married to his mother. If his
mother had taken one, her lover would have been known as the Royal
Consort. Only the monarch of a country
could have one. If an accident would
have befallen his father while his parents were married, the Royal Consort
would have filled in for him until his father was well enough to return to his
duties. Much like the relationship
between a President and Vice President of a nation. Before they were legally married, his father
was known as the Royal Consort. And it
was the same with him. As soon as Yuri
and he were legally married, Wolfram would no longer be known as the Royal
Consort, but as the Royal Prince.
Over the centuries, this practice of taking a lover
has become somewhat of a tradition among those of the nobility, but that did
not mean that he had to particularly care for it. If Yuri ever decided to take part in this
custom, he would personally skin him alive.
“After handfasting was banned in Human territory,” Lady
Alese was saying, “the couples began performing the handfasting themselves
before only a few witnesses. Usually,
close friends or family. That way it
lessened the risk of the officials discovering what was going on. The very word ‘handfasting’ got it’s origin
in the wedding custom of tying the bride’s and groom’s hands together, well
wrists actually. In some versions, this
is only done for as long as the ceremony lasts, but in others, the cord is not
untied until the marriage is physically consummated.”
“Tying the knot, huh,” Yuri said. “I wonder if this’s where that phrase came
from.”
“Why, yes, it is Your Majesty.”
“Really?”
Lady Alese nodded.
“Wow. Cool.”
“What are you talking about now you wimp?” Wolfram
demanded.
“Huh? Oh, uhm,
nothing. It’s just…You ever heard of
that saying, ‘Tying the knot’? You know
when a couple gets married? I always
wondered where it came from and why people said it, but now I know that it
comes from this old tradition of tying your hands together during the wedding
ceremony.”
Wolfram continued to stare at Yuri silently for
several long seconds before turning away, muttering, “whatever” under his
breath.
Yuri sighed and shook his head. “You’re the one who wanted to know Wolfram.”
Wolfram remained silent.
“Did you know that the act of tying your hands
together is derived from an ancient conjunction?” Lady Alese asked.
Yuri blinked stupidly.
“An ancient what?”
Wolfram rolled his eyes and muttered, “Wimp.”
Yuri threw him a glare.
Lady Alese giggled.
“It’s a symbolic representation, Your Majesty.”
“It means ‘infinity’,” Wolfram explained to his
clueless fiancé.
“Oh!” Yuri felt
his face flame in embarrassment. “Wait,
you mean that sideways looking eight.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Yes, that sideways looking eight (1).”
“Ah! Gotcha.”
“Among the Demon Tribe, handfasting still remains the
main method of marriage,” Lady Alese continued.
“Of course there are other ways,” Wolfram added.
Lady Alese nodded.
“Yes.”
Yuri sighed. He
should have known. Probably something
similar to how he proposed to Wolfram by slapping him. You drop a knife to challenge someone to a
deal or pick up a dropped knife to accept the duel. Picking a spork off the ground represented a
romantic triangle. Picking up both a spork
and a knife meant you had the intention of stealing someone’s lover away. He really wanted to know who came up with
these asinine ways of doing things. “And
those would be?”
“If you are seen in public drinking together, it can
be constituted as being married (2).”
Yuri suddenly felt lightheaded and dizzy as the color
drained out of his face.
“Drinking…together…in public…” He
gulped.
Wolfram grinned broadly as his stumbling fiancé. “What’s wrong Yuri?”
“N-nothing,” Yuri squeaked. It was just that Wolfram and he drank
together in public how many times over the years? Did that mean that they were already
married? Dear Great One. It was not that he disliked the idea of being
married to Wolfram. Just the
opposite. He just preferred to get married
when he was actually ready.
Still grinning and highly amused by his fiancé's
reaction, Wolfram turned towards Lady Alese.
Maybe he should inform Yuri that this means of marriage was considered
taboo nowadays? Naw. Better to let Yuri sweat about that for a
little while longer. “So, Lady
Alese. How are we going to do this?”
+---+---+
Covenant Castle
Conrart knocked lightly on the door of His Majesty’s
chamber. “Your Majesty? Yuri?’ he called. “Are you awake?” Grabbing the handle, he gave it a swift jerk
and pushed the door open. He stuck his
head in and noticed that the heavy velvet drapes were still drawn around the
bed. Assuming his king was still
resting, Conrart bowed out and shut the door behind him. “Tell His Majesty that Lord Von Voltaire
would like to speak with him when he awakens,” he ordered the Black Knight duo
standing guard at Yuri’s door.
“Of course, My Lord,” they answered smoothly.
The two men glanced uneasily at each other as Conrart
strode purposefully down the hall and then vanished from view. They hoped His Majesty King Yuri and the
Royal Consort Lord Wolfram returned soon.
Neither was sure how long this charade could continue.
+---+---+
Temple of the
Water Dragons – Half an Hour Later
The royal couple was brought up to the third level by
one of the temple maidens. Even though
the main level where they were before was several stories above the ground, it
was still considered the first level.
Lady Alese had gone on ahead to start the dedication ritual. Wolfram and Yuri were to arrive after she
finished.
The Dedication Ritual was a ceremony the celebrant, or
temple priest or priestess such as Lady Alese, performed in order to dedicate
the altar to the Goddess and God. It was
one of the formal procedures that had to be done before any ceremony could be
performed, not just a wedding.
Upon entering, the royal couple was astounded by the
intense beauty and magnificence of the temple all over again. Unlike the main level with its mosaic tiles
and golden altar with its golden statues of the three water dragons, the third
level was covered from floor to ceiling in large gold tile. The seams where the tiles met were so
seamless that the room appeared as if made from a single solid sheet. An altar similar to the other one they had
seen on the first floor was set in the back of the room and the pure silver of
it contrasted sharply with the gold of the room. Two golden statues, one clearly male and the
other obviously female, stood kiddy corner to a golden altar table.
“Are those…?”
“The Goddess and God,” Wolfram whispered back.
Upon the altar was a multitude of objects. Among those, a glass candleholder with a
white candle, a brass candleholder with a red candle, a bowl of seashells in some
sort liquid and a bowl of gemstones.
Yuri knew from Günter that the white candle represented air. The red candle was a representation of fire. The seashells water and gemstones earth. There was also a plain looking chalice, a
dagger that was just as plain, a small black cauldron, a broom that looked as
if it were more for decoration than actual usage, an incense burner along with
incense, a bell, sword similar in appearance to Wolfram’s, but more plain and
ordinary looking, a wand of some sort and other items that he could not
identify.
Scattered around the room were more flowers than he
has ever seen in his entire life and he has been dragged into going to the
Botanical Gardens with his mother every year for the greater part of his
life. Yuri only knew the room they were
led to by the temple maiden was gold because he could catch glimpses of it here
and there. Situated amongst the flowers
were more candles than he could count in candleholders of various sizes. Some were mere centimeters off the ground and
others were several feet above their heads.
Their flames danced off the gold and silver of the room creating a
surreal, mystical feel.
They noticed that several candles around the room as
well as on the altar remained unlit.
Yuri gave a sniff.
There was a strong but familiar scent in the air, but he could not quite
put his finger on what it was.
The temple maiden stepped aside and bowed Yuri and
Wolfram through. The royal couple
stepped forward and entered the circle of unlit candles. That was when Yuri noticed the crystals for
the first time. They and the candles
circled the room alternately. Crossing
the room, Yuri and Wolfram stopped before the altar and stood facing one
another. Their guards as well as several
temple maidens who seemed to have come from out of nowhere fanned out behind
them.
Once everyone arrived, Lady Alese started the
purification ritual. She lit the altar
candles swiftly before circling the room in an anti-clockwise direction,
lighting each quarter candle along the way.
Arriving back at the altar, Lady Alese picked up the broom Yuri noticed
earlier and swept the circle with swift sure strokes as Yuri and Wolfram walked
within the circle, going in the same direction Lady Alese did to light the candles,
just as they had been instructed by Günter during the endless hours of
instruction they had been forced to endure.
As Lady Alese continued to sweep, she said, “Sweep,
sweep, sweep this place/By Power of Air, I cleanse this space.”
Instantly, everybody within the circle could feel the
air moving even though there was no breeze.
Yuri cast Wolfram a glance. Their
eyes locked. Blushing, they looked away.
Returning to the altar, Lady Alese picked up the red
candle in the brass candleholder. She
walked inside the circle, again moving anti-clockwise while saying, “Light,
light, I light this place/By Power of Fire, I cleanse this space.” She concentrated on the Fire energy flowing
around the circle before she returned to the altar and exchanged the red candle
for the chalice. Yuri noticed that it
was filled with water when Lady Alese dipped the fingers of her right hand
inside the chalice and sprinkled the water on either side of her as she walked
within the circle traveling anti-clockwise.
She said, “Liquid, liquid, I wash this space/By Powers of Water, I
cleanse this space.”
Yuri brushed away a droplet of water that landed on
his cheek. He gave a start when Wolfram
grabbed his hand.
The blond demon prince, without taking his emerald
eyes off Yuri, brought Yuri’s finger to his mouth and licked the droplet of
water off with his tongue.
Yuri suddenly felt the room grow warm.
Lady Alese felt the water energy flowing around the
circle instantly. She breathed it in
deeply with a smile. Returning to the
altar, she picked up a bowl that Yuri had previously missed in his earlier
inspection. He noticed it filled with
dirt as Lady Alese drew closer. Again
walking in an anti-clockwise direction, she sprinkled the earth and said,
“Dirt, dirt, as I walk this place/Powers of Earth, cleanses this space.” With that, the earth element brought to her
her gift. It was nothing she could see
or hear or smell. It was not a tangible
object to be grasped. And yet she could
feel it. She sensed it flowing around
her and within her. It was like knowing
you are pregnant without having any real proof.
You just knew. It was a feeling
of difference that you just cannot explain.
She returned the bowl of dirt to the altar and then
strode into the center of the circle.
With her arms outstretched, palms facing the sky (or in this case the
ceiling), she turned her face up to the heavens.
“Goddess position,” Wolfram muttered under his breath
before Yuri could say anything.
Yuri glanced briefly at his fiancé and soon to be
husband and then returned his gaze back to Lady Alese.
Lady Alese chanted while still in the Goddess
position, “Spirit, spirit, fill this space/Powers of the Divine, consecrate
this space!” Immediately, she could feel
a mysterious power enter the temple. It
filled the sacred space. Then when there
was nowhere else for it to go, it searched and that was when it found her. She recognized the energy as the Goddess and
God. She welcomed it. Accepted it eagerly.
Yuri cast a glance at Wolfram. His pregnant fiancé was watching Lady Alese
almost as if hypnotized. He returned his
gaze back to Lady Alese who had turned back to the altar. He had no idea what was going on, but the
pressure had suddenly changed. It
reminded him of when he flew out to Switzerland to see Bob, the Demon
King of Earth. All of a sudden, his ears
were plugged, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not seem to pop them.
Laying her hands upon the golden altar, Lady Alese’s
voice filled the room. “This altar is
dedicated to the Lord and Lady of Light.
May it serve us well.” With that,
the altar and circle were ready for the wedding ceremony. “Let us begin,” she said turning back to face
the congregation.
Yuri gulped.
His palms started to sweat.
Suddenly, he felt very nervous.
+---+---+
(Tomb of the
Great One, Hall of Oracles)
“Well,” Ken said as he gazed up at the cascade of
water flowing silently down the wall behind the four Forbidden Boxes, “it seems
Shibuya has decided to elope.”
“Really? Wow,”
Lady Ulrike squealed from besides the Great Wise Man. With hearts in her eyes, she clasped her
hands together. “How romantic!”
Ken gazed down at the 800-year-old woman in
amusement. With a light chuckle, he
turned back towards the waterfall. Her
dark eyes strayed up to the crest. It
really was surprising. They may have
gone to separate high schools, Yuri a public one and him a private school, but
back in middle school they were in the same class and he never would have
imagined their lives turning out like this.
Especially Yuri. He never knew
Yuri had it in him. “I wonder how Lord
Von Voltaire will take the news,” he pondered out-loud.
His inquiry was met with an uneasy silence.
Little did they know that they were not alone within
the Hall of Oracles. Blue eyes darkened
as they peered into the chamber.
+---+---+
(Temple of the Water
Dragons)
“Greetings friends and family and welcome to this day
of celebration,” Lady Alese’s voice boomed clearly around the room. Her butter yellow gaze swept over those
gathered at the temple to bear witness to the special occasion. “We are united to witness the marriage of His
Majesty Yuri Shibuya,” she smiled at Yuri who attempted to smile back, “and His
Highness Wolfram Von Bielefelt.” She turned
and smiled at Wolfram who beamed back.
“We’ve been invited to share in the commitment they make to each other
today. They ask your blessing on this
joyful occasion.”
Yuri and Wolfram caught each other’s eye and
blushed. Like when Wolfram reamed him
out about the hickey, Yuri felt a sense of barbaric pride. It overrode his nervousness. Call it pride, arrogance, smugness,
self-satisfaction. Call it whatever you
like, but it swelled within Yuri. Today,
finally, Wolfram would be official his.
Little did he know that Wolfram was thinking along the same lines.
“If life has any meaning to us at all,” Lady Alese
continued, breaking into Yuri’s thoughts, “it possesses it because of
love. Love enriches our demon
experience. It is the reason for the
peace in the family and the peace of the peoples of New Mazuku, especially
among those of the Great
Demon Kingdom. A meeting between two beings who are made for
each other is a beautiful miracle.”
Yuri felt himself blushing. Two people who are made for each other. It certainly was a miracle that he was able
to get over his prejudices and finally accept Wolfram. If his cousin had not stopped by for a visit
that day, who knows how things would have unfolded. He thanked the Great One every single day for
his good fortune.
“His Majesty and His Highness’ understanding of the
true meaning of marriage has resulted from many influences; their families,
their friends, and each of their own personal beliefs.”
Wolfram snorted.
Got that right, he thought to himself.
It was his “own personal beliefs” that kept Yuri in denial for all of
those years and it was only with the influence of Yuri’s cousin that he was
finally able to pull his head out of the sand.
Damn wimp.
“We are here not only to strengthen the binds of His
Majesty and His Highness’ love for each other but also to bring family and
friends together to celebrate these same said bonds that hold us all
together. What defines His Majesty and
His Highness’ love today will change and grow to new depth in the future.”
Just knowing that Yuri returned his feelings was
enough for Wolfram.
“It takes three seconds to say I love you, but it can
take a lifetime to show it.”
Wolfram snorted.
Knowing exactly what his pregnant fiancé was thinking,
Yuri threw him a glare.
Wolfram ignored him.
“This ceremony is the celebration of a single stage in
a much larger process that is the love between two people. The promises made today and the ties that are
bound here greatly strengthen your union.
They will cross the years and lives of each soul’s growth. Do you seek to begin this ceremony?” Lady
Alese asked, turning towards Yuri and Wolfram.
“Yes, we do,” Yuri and Wolfram answered in unison
above their thumping hearts. Neither
could believe this was actually happening.
They were finally getting married.
“The demon soul shares characteristics with all things
divine. It is this belief, which assigns
virtues to the cardinal directions; North, South, East and West. Let us offer a traditional blessing in
support of this hand-fasting ceremony.
Blessed be this union with the gifts of the East: communication of the
heart, mind and body, fresh beginnings with the rising of each sun, and the
knowledge of growth found in the sharing of silence,” Lady Alese said, striking
the Goddess pose as she turned to face the east. She repeated this as she turned to face the
south. “Blessed be this union with the
gifts of the South: warmth of hearth and home, the heat of the heart’s passion
and the light created by both to lighten the darkest of times.” She turned towards the west. “Blessed be this union with the gifts of the
West: the deep commitments of the lake, the swift excitement of the river, the
refreshing cleansing of the rain and the all-encompassing passion of the
sea.” Finally, she turned towards the
north. “Blessed be this union with the
gifts of the North: firm foundation on which to build, fertility of the fields
to enrich your lives, and a stable home to which you may always return.” Finally, she turned to face Yuri and
Wolfram. “Now I ask the couple to looks
into each others’ eyes.”
Yuri and Wolfram turned to face one other. Their eyes locked. Both blushed.
Butterflies danced in their stomachs as their hearts beat wildly and
their breathing grew heavy. Neither has
ever been so nervous in their entire lives.
But in the end, it would be all worth it.
Lady Alese turned towards Yuri, “Will you cause him
pain?”
“I may,” Yuri answered.
“Is that your intention?”
“No.” He would never
willingly hurt Wolfram. He loved
Wolfram. With all his heart.
Next, Lady Alese turned towards Wolfram. “Will you cause him pain?”
“I may,” Wolfram said.
“Is that your intention?”
“No.”
“Will you share each other’s pain and seek to ease
it?” Lady Alese asked both of them.
“Yes,” both Yuri and Wolfram answered in unison.
“And so the binding is made,” Lady Alese
announced. “Join your hands.”
Yuri and Wolfram clasped hands. Right hand to right hand. Left hand to left hand. They created essentially the universal symbol
for infinity with the joining of their hands.
The symbolism was not lost on either of them. The black and emerald green silk chords
braided together, with a golden charm tied amongst them, were draped across
Yuri and Wolfram’s hands. On the charm
was the symbol for “infinity” in the old demon language. It reminded Yuri of a rune stone he had seen
in a New Age shop back in Japan
once.
“Will you share his laughter?” Lady Alese asked
Wolfram.
“Yes.”
Lady Alese turned towards Yuri. “Will you share his laughter?”
“Yes.”
She then turned to address the both of them. “Will both of you look for the brightness in
life and the positive in each other?”
“Yes,” Yuri and Wolfram answered as one.
“And so the binding is made,” Lady Alese announced for
the second time.
A second chord, similar to the first one, was draped
across the couple’s hands.
Then Lady Alese turned towards Wolfram. “Will you burden him?” she asked him.
“I may,” Wolfram answered.
“Is that your intention?”
“No.”
“Will you burden him?” Lady Alese asked Yuri.
“I may.”
“Is that your intention?”
“No.”
“Will you share the burdens of each so that your
spirits may grow in this union?” she asked of both Yuri and Wolfram.
“Yes,” they both answered.
“And so the binding is made,” Lady Alese announced for
the third time.
A black silk chord was draped across their hands.
Lady Alese turned once again to Wolfram. “Will you share his dreams?”
That was a given.
“Yes,” Wolfram said.
“Will you share his dreams?” she asked Yuri.
“Yes.”
“Will you dream together to create new shared
realities?” she asked the two of them.
Both thinking of the child growing within Wolfram,
they answered, “Yes.”
“And so the binding is made.”
A forth-silk chord, this time emerald green, was
draped across their hands.
This time, Lady Alese turned towards Yuri. “Will you cause him anger?”
Yuri was sure he would. He was a wimp after all.
Wolfram smirked.
“I may,” Yuri said, choosing to ignore the blond
prince.
“Is that your intention?”
Never. Aloud
Yuri said, “No.”
“Will you cause him anger?” Lady Alese asked Wolfram.
Only because Yuri’s such a wimp, Wolfram thought with
a smirk.
Yuri narrowed his eyes at the older demon. His grip tightened.
Not intimidated, Wolfram squeezed right back. “I may,” he said, but only because it was
required.
“Is that your intention?”
“No.”
“Will you take the heat of anger and use it to temper
the strength of this union?” Lady Alese asked of the Royal couple.
With as much “heat of anger” as Wolfram had, the
strength of their union would be indestructible. Though, Yuri was one to talk. He had quite the temper as well. Probably even more destructive than that of
Wolfram’s. But that could only be a good
thing. Look at his cousin and his
partner.
“We will,” both answered.
“And so the binding is made,” Lady Alese announced for
the fifth time.
A black silk chord was draped around their clasped
hands.
Then Lady Alese turned towards Wolfram and asked,
“Will you honor him?”
Wolfram nodded.
“I will.”
“Will you honor him?” she asked Yuri.
Yuri turned from Lady Alese to Wolfram. Their eyes locked. “I will,” Yuri whispered.
Wolfram blushed in response.
Lady Alese smiled.
“Will you seek to never give cause to break that honor?” she asked them
both.
“We shall never do so,” they once again answered in
union.
“And so the binding is made.”
A sixth-silk chord, this one emerald green, was draped
across their hands.
“The knots of this binding are not formed by these
chords but instead by your vows. Either
of you may drop the chords, for always you will hold in your hands the making
or breaking of this union.” Lady Alese
stepped forward and gathered the ends of the six silk chords and tied the ends
together.
Both Yuri and Wolfram felt a lump in their
throats. Their eyes burned with unshed
tears. Each could feel the other
shaking.
Once the multitude of chords was tied together, Lady
Alese slipped them off the Royal couples hands.
Turning her back on the congregation, she held the circlet of silk
fabric up over her head. “Spirit of
Love, may His Majesty and His Highness know great love together, and may they
live in the desire to always support each other in positive and uplifting
ways. May they strengthen one another in
sorrow, share with one another in gladness, and be companions to each other in
times of silence. May their home be a
haven, and whenever they are plagued by changing fortune, may they be united
not in word and outward form alone, but by the presence of the hearts of each,
of the deepening love they share.”
Turning back around, she gazed from Yuri to Wolfram with a smile and
said, “You are now married. Celebrate
with a kiss.”
As the gathered temple maidens, Lady Alese, Wolfram’s
soldiers as well as Yuri’s Black Knights hooted and hollered, whistled and
applauded, shed tears and grinned at this momentous occasion, Yuri cupped
Wolfram’s face gently in his hands and lowered his face towards his
husband’s. He found himself blushing at
that. Husband. Not fiancé.
But husband. Wow. He pressed their lips together in a brief,
chaste kiss that held the promise of what the future would bring (3). When he pulled back, both realized the other
was crying. Yuri wrapped his arms around
his husband and mother of his child and hugged him tightly. “I love you, Wolfram,” Yuri whispered into
the soft blond hair.
“I love you, too, Yuri,” Wolfram whispered back.
“Congratulations, Your Majesty. Your Highness.”
“Thank you, Lady Alese,” Yuri said, turning towards
Lady Alese.
Lady Alese curtsied.
“It was my pleasure, Your Majesty.”
Suddenly there came a soft surprised sound from
besides them.
Yuri glanced over his shoulder and saw Wolfram clutching
his belly. “Wolfram? Are you okay?” he asked the Royal Prince.
Wolfram clutched his belly. He shook his head. “I, I think that…I think…”
Growing worried, Yuri approached Wolfram. “Wolf, what’s wrong?” he demanded.
Wolfram stared up into Yuri’s obsidian eyes full of
concern. “I think…it’s time.”
“Oh, my,” Lady Alese exclaimed. Her hands flew to her mouth. Her eyes went wide.
His mind went blank.
Yuri just blinked stupidly.
“…What? Time for what?”
Wolfram’s emerald eyes grew hard. “The baby’s coming you moron!” he snapped.
There was a growing murmur around them.
“…The…baby?”
“Yeah, you know.
The one you impregnated me with?
The whole reason why we needed to get married so quickly?”
Eyes the color of the midnight sky went wide as
realization dawned.
---TBC---
(1)
This is all real info I got off the web at various
sites that I just edited so that it could fit the storyline/world of KKM.
(2)
True of 16th century Switzerland.
(3)
There are many different versions of this
ceremony. Even one for same sex
couples. The one I used was for an m/f
couple and one of the longer ones. I
changed some of the wording around so that it fit this world and the fact that
it was an m/m couple.
A/N: Holy sugar cookies! They did it.
They finally got married. And not
only that, but the baby is coming! The
baby is coming! Unfortunately, this
means that the story is almost over.
Damn. So, what did you
think? Who was eavesdropping on Murata
and Lady Ulrike? And will the news get
back to Gwendal that the king went and eloped?
How will the news be taken? Find
out all that and more in the next (and final) chapter of “Wolfram’s Bruise”.
Oh! I read somewhere that the KKM books that the
anime was based on was going to be released in English. Wouldn’t that be cool?
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