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Chapter List
- 1-Bloom
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
- 46-Part 46
- 47-Part 47
- 48-Part 48
- 49-Part 49
- 50-Part 50
- 51-Part 51
- 52-Part 52
- 53-Part 53
- 54-Part 54
- 55-Part 55
- 56-Part 56
- 57-Part 57
- 58-Part 58
- 59-Part 59
- 60-Part 60
- 61-Part 61
- 62-Part 62
- 63-Part 63
- 64-Part 64
- 65-Part 65
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- 20
- 21
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kyou Kara Maou! – It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I’m not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: yaoi (male x male), violence, swearing, angst, drama. Wolfram-centric, out of character, original character.
Summary: With Yuuri’s upcoming birthday, Wolfram makes his decision. Where will it lead him and what is to become of them? Should eventually be Yuuri x Wolfram.
A/N 1: Yuuri – 18 years old. Wolfram – 20. Eldara – 31. Halea – 20. Athara – 18.
A/N 2: Greta doesn’t exist.
A/N 3: European/American/Japanese standards all at once depending on the plot requirements.
A/N 4: A tendency to ignore the anime/manga and supplement the story with my own imagined facts.
A/N 5: Season III is not taken into consideration, except for the fact that Wolfram’s uncle exists.
A/N 6: The umlaut in Gunter’s name is a bother.
Bloom
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Tia Integra
Part 20
The doctor arrived within half an hour. He examined Wolfram, managed to extract a few hardly coherent words out of his mouth, then reported his diagnosis to the duke.
“Well?” Eldara inquired as the doctor settled on a chair in front of his desk.
The man lowered his bag onto the floor, then straightened. “Drunk as a skunk, Your Grace,” he stated his verdict. “I’ve left some medicine for His Highness to drink every half an hour. Even if most of it will come back up, it should start taking effect in an hour or two and the stomach spasms will stop. Otherwise, there’s not much I can do for him, Your Grace. It will probably take about a week for his body to regain the balance. I’ll compose a special diet for him.”
“That would be fantastic, Doctor. I was told, though, that he galloped all the way from the town to the castle. Could this have added to his current state?”
“I’m positive it could have, Your Grace. But all I can do for that is to give His Highness some medicine for headache.”
“Which he’ll throw up.”
“Yes.”
Eldara brushed over his forehead. “Haaahh. He’s going to give me a stomach ulcer.”
“First he’s going to get one himself, Your Grace. Demons and alcohol don’t mix well. <i>Both</i> of you will have ulcers, a burning castle or both.” The doctor shook his head and said softly: “He drinks too much.”
“Yes,” Eldara agreed solemnly. He leaned back into his chair with a loud sigh. The doctor was giving him a questioning look. “I tried. He doesn’t listen to me.”
“What about his suite? His captain? Yozak Gurrier?”
“They don’t seem to have that kind of influence on him.”
“Then, I think that it would be a good idea, Your Grace, to subtly mention this problem to his brother Gwendal von Voltaire.”
“Yes, I’ve thought of that, but then, I don’t want to be accused of being a snitch.” The duke shrugged dismissively. “I’m certain that Wolfram’s newest captain will be forced to report these events to von Voltaire. If he doesn’t, I’ll subtly but firmly encourage him.”
The doctor smiled. “That should work, Your Grace.”
The duke tapped his fingers on the desk. “Can you guess how von Bielefeld will react if I have Halea heal him?”
The doctor thought about this for a moment. “I’m certain his reaction will not be unpleasant, Your Grace,” he said. However, the duke could hear uncertainly in his voice. “Healing magic is commonly practiced all over Shin Makoku.”
“I see.”
“What I mean, Your Grace,” the doctor continued, “is that he won’t refuse. However, I’m not certain he would be very glad to be treated by Halea.”
“Yes, I am aware that, according to Shin Makoku’s standards, she’s an inept healer.”
“I’m afraid, Your Grace, that in Shin Makoku she wouldn’t be granted a medical residency at all.”
“That’s harsh. Well, I’ll try talking to her. I’m certain that there will be no harm in applying her healing magic.”
The doctor smiled. “It won’t be much help either.”
Eldara rose and approached the door. Outside his study, as usual, there was one guard. He asked him to call for Halea and returned to his chair at the desk. He leaned forward and laced his fingers.
“There’s one more thing I would like to ask you, Doctor,” he started.
“Yes, Your Grace, there are a few things I wanted to ask you myself.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, I couldn’t help noticing, Your Grace, that His Highness was in your bedroom. I was told he spent the night there.”
“Yes, during which he vomited all over my carpet and then slept like a baby.”
The doctor’s eyebrows rose up meaningfully. “With his pants down?”
“Yes, with his pants down. If a man has an urge to take his pants off, who am I to stop him?”
“Indeed, Your Grace.”
Eldara sighed. “Did any of his guards see that?”
“I don’t think so, Your Grace. Unlike a certain someone, I handled that with utmost care. My advice would be to be more cautious with such embroilments. Unless Your Grace means it. There’s no need to goad Gwendal von Voltaire into fury, is there, Your Grace?”
“I shall make you my political advisor.”
The doctor grinned. “I believe ‘political’ is not the right word here.”
“Gods, and how could my father stand you?”
“I did tell you, Your Grace, that he couldn’t. Now, what was Your Grace wanted to discuss with me?”
“Mmm… Never mind.” Eldara decided he more or less had unraveled the answers himself. He had two hypotheses of his own of why a man could be so disgusted with woman’s touch: first, the feeling was instilled since childhood. Second, at some point there might have been some kind of mental trauma. The second version seemed to be the most plausible. Eldara stood up, rounded his desk and held out his hand. “Thank you, Doctor.”

The doctor took the outstretched hand and shook it.
“Only doing my job, Your Grace.”
Eldara saw the doctor out of his study then returned to the chair at his desk. He cast a look over two neat stacks of documents, found the one he had been reading before he was interrupted by the doctor and continued to study it.
Halea entered his study five minutes later. After listening to what her brother had to say, she gave him a skeptical look.
“I’m certain that healing magic isn’t supposed to be used like this.”
Eldara pushed the documents aside and folded his hands on the desk. “Like what?”
“Like helping someone who got shit-faced at a whorehouse.”
“Language, Halea.” At first, the duke thought she was joking but the stubborn look on her face made him realize that she was serious. He shook his head. “Oh, for gods’ sakes! The man saved your life!”
“Most likely it would have only been a kidnapping.”
“Halea, what are you saying?”
“Eldara, I have my principles. He got what he deserved.”
When his sister marched out of his study, Eldara exhaled loudly and leaned back into the backrest as he shook his head in disbelief.
“Women.”
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In the evening, when Wolfram had finally recovered enough to be able to interact with other people, he became determined about moving to his own room. Shame washed over him paralleling his improving health. Eldara should have directed his guards to send him to sleep instead of letting him into his chambers. The details evaded him but Wolfram remembered two things clearly: first, he had been blabbering about his brothers; second, he and Eldara had been up to some hanky panky. Considering how drunk he was, he remembered quite a lot. A little more than he liked, in fact. He wished to bury his head in the chaise longue, so he would never have to look at the duke again.
Wolfram brushed over his upper teeth with his tongue. He remembered Eldara’s tongue in his mouth. All he could taste now was the faint flavor of his own vomit.
Lovely.
Frowning, Wolfram wrapped his head with a cover so that only his eyes were peeking out from under it. He still felt awful. He didn’t want to move anywhere but it was evening already and soon Eldara would return to his chambers. Keeping in mind the circumstances, it would be both impolite and insolent to continue to hog his bedroom. There was also his guard, watching over him.
The duke hadn’t come to check on him. Well, probably he had, but he had been asleep then. This was going to be quite awkward.
“Your Highness?”
Wolfram peeked at the guard who had come closer. “What is it?”
“It’s time to take your medicine, Sir.”
“Ugh.” Wolfram shifted so that he was half-sitting. The guard poured dark liquid out of a small green bottle into a mug. “Where’s the nurse?” Wolfram inquired. “Are you instead of her?”
“Yes, Sir. I don’t know the details but it seems there’s an emergency in town. But there’s no need to worry – she left clear instructions with me.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. The action made him flinch in pain that shot up above his left eye. Of course there was nothing to worry about – it was only a major hangover, and he deserved it. There was still alcohol poisoning to consider, but he felt much better than in the morning. He wouldn’t die. His guards believed him too self-centered.
The blond wrapped his fingers around the mug that contained stinky liquid. He smelled it and immediately regretted the action. He drank it all without further ado. The inside of his mouth shriveled at the shocking bitterness. Wolfram pushed the mug back into his guard’s hands. Grimacing, he lay back down. A soft clink indicated that the guard lowered the mug onto the reading table.
“You said she left you instructions,” Wolfram wondered. “How did she do that?”
“I speak the local language, Sir. My father is from Raizgad.”
“Ah.” Wolfram closed his eyes tiredly. He didn’t even want to think about moving from the chaise longue. “How did he get to Shin Makoku?”
“He took part in the Derington’s battle, Sir. He was wounded and it took him a lot of time to recover. My mother used to be a nurse. Well, later they settled in a remote, hardly populated area.”
“I see. So you’re half-Demon.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Wolfram sighed. And yet it seemed that no matter where he looked, the world was populated with half-breeds. The changes were coming and he was powerless to stop them. When he and Yuuri had become engaged, he had considered that maybe there was no need or/and point in stopping them. Even Conrart…
The blond snuggled into the covers.
He woke up to the sounds of someone walking around and pushed the covers off his face to see Eldara talking to his guard in Karderian. Even if he couldn’t understand a word, it was clear that they were talking about him. They probably wanted to move him to his room. Obviously, it was late in the evening, the candles were burning and it was dark outside the windows.
“Did you write to my brother?” Wolfram asked the duke as the latter approached him after noticing that he was awake.
“You mean His Highness Gwendal von Voltaire? No, I didn’t. But your newly appointed captain did.”
Wolfram groaned and covered his face with his hands. He couldn’t believe it had come to that – he should have dealt with this first thing after coming round. Even though it probably wouldn’t have worked – technically, his soldiers answered to Gwendal, he came after.
“You know, if your captain hadn’t written that letter, I would have done so myself,” Eldara said. “Wolfram, you have a problem. Gwendal von Voltaire is probably the only one who can convince you of that, though.”
“What business is that of yours?” Wolfram spat.
The duke gave him a dry smile, his eyes suddenly flashing coldly. “The same business you had with me and von Sedera,” he said curtly. He shot Wolfram an irate look and the blond could only listen in a quiet stupor. “I see you are well enough to be able to talk back. However, since I’m not at all interested in arguing with you, why not move back to your own room? You can happily drink yourself to death there.”
It was the first time Wolfram witnessed Eldara’s temper directed towards him. This had become too personal, and the duke didn’t tolerate such impertinence. Wolfram decided it was best not to retaliate further so as not to make the situation worse. Silently, he watched the duke walk over to his wardrobe to retrieve his bathrobe.
Eldara heard the blond shuffle about on the chaise longue then heard the soft patter of bare feet on the carpet and out of the room. Soon the guard followed.
---
Next morning, by the time Wolfram woke up, breakfast was already over. He felt somewhat weak but his head had stopped throbbing. On his way to the baths, he was delivered two letters. One was from Gwendal, the other from Yuuri. Wolfram bathed all the while being a little anxious but looking forward to reading them. He could only guess what Yuuri wrote in answer to his letter. Except for informing him about Shin Makoku’s state affairs, Gwendal probably wouldn’t mention anything else in his letter.
He had a light meal for breakfast and then finally opened Gwendal’s letter.
Dear Wolfram,
Thank you for your letter of 24th Frostfall, 3569. It found us all in good health and uplifted our spirits.
How is your stay in Raizgad? Your health? Can you use your fire element without any restrictions?
I heard the rumor about your and Lady Halea von Ashira’s engagement. His Grace Eldara von Ashira is easily amused, isn’t he?
There is no need to deny the rumor, though, as, first, it will only make it more credible, and second, your stay in Raizgad seems to work wonders on our and Kardera’s trade. We have received three letters from different dukedoms of Kardera. Medran and Hadel offer to open trade routes for importing tobacco, which was met most enthusiastically by some of our noble houses. Certainly, this is only the beginning. I am most interested in the trade offered by Arklend. I am certain you are familiar with His Grace Neryan von Sedera. I have received his letter a few moments ago, in which he offers an open route for sugar if we agree to trade wool with him. I have made sure to send a request letter to His Majesty Orinth the Fifth, but I am certain that I will receive a confirmation that those letters were sent with His Majesty’s agreement.
Express my utmost thanks to His Grace for me.
Best wishes,
Gwendal von Voltaire
P.S. Mother sends her blessings and wishes all the best with your new fiancée.
Wolfram rolled his eyes. He lowered the letter to the table. For a minute he continued to silently stare at the bowl of apples in front of him. Whatever reasons Eldara had behind starting the rumor, it had served well. In fact, he suspected that, even if mostly Eldara had wanted to amuse himself, he had known the consequences very well. The duke’s command over the art of manipulation should never be underestimated.
It seemed that the news of a bedridden Yozak, and his infringement of the palace vault hadn’t reached Gwendal yet. It seemed that von Sedera had sent his letter to Gwendal prior to his audience with von Ashira. His offer was beneficial to both sides, and Gwendal intended to accept it as soon as he received the confirmation from Orinth the Fifth.
The blond resurfaced from his thoughts and focused on the second letter that rested on the table. He dreaded opening it. Finally, he took a paper knife and opened the letter. He stretched it out in front of him.
Dear Wolfram,
I’m sorry my previous letter upset you. Believe me, that wasn’t my intention. I was just trying to sound optimistic. I’m guilty of many things and I wish I could visit Raizgad and talk to you but it seems that isn’t possible. I asked Gwendal, and he said that it would be a bad idea. I hope your health soon improves so you can return home.
The thing with Halea von Ashira is disconcerting but Gwendal says that you don’t need to worry. It seems that he’s certain that it’s only a rumor. He also said it’s beneficial to Shin Makoku.
Can you use your fire element? What about your sword? Is your hand all right? I intended to send Gisela to Raizgad, but Gunter stopped me. He said that such an action would be insulting. I can still do that if you need her. Just say the word.
I’m certain you’ll hear about the state affairs from Gwendal, so I’ll leave them out. I’ll just say that it’s been snowing like mad and it’s unbelievably boring in the castle. I wish you were here so we could go sledging like we did last winter.
There’s nothing else to write about unless you want to hear about Anissina’s latest The Automatic Stool for Ironing and Folding Clothes invention. She burnt Gwendal’s uniform and half of her laboratory as well. I was just in time to extinguish the fire. It will take time to clean it so hopefully this will delay her creating new inventions.
Best wishes,
Yuuri
Wolfram read Yuuri’s letter twice and then just sat staring at it. He felt guilty for worrying Yuuri, for making him feel the way he did. Yuuri’s letter bore apology and wish to conciliate. Yuuri felt guilty. Wolfram yearned to see his former fiancé, to talk to him, to just make it all better somehow. However, there wasn’t any point in them meeting each other. Both of them knew why it had come to this. Their seeing each other would not change anything, it would just make everything worse.
Wolfram reached for the carafe and poured himself a glass of water. He drank it slowly as he contemplated his reply to Yuuri. The king sought truce with him, told him that they were still friends. Were they, though? It was easy for Yuuri to think of them as friends because, to Yuuri, he had never been anything more. To him, though, Yuuri had always been more than that – he had always wished Yuuri for a lover. Was it really possible for them to stay friends? Yuuri had no problems with that and, politically, it would be unwise to break off all ties with the king. However, it would probably be best not to ever meet Yuuri again. At least not in the next three years.
It took Wolfram a little more than an hour to write the replies to both Yuuri and Gwendal. He breathed no word of his “adventure” in the brothel two days ago. He dreaded receiving Gwendal’s letters addressing this and the incident concerning the Esoteric Stones.
By the time Wolfram was done, it was time for lunch. He joined the family at the table. He was asked about his health, which, he answered was as best as it could be, given his recent endeavors. Everyone acted as if nothing had happened: Athara shot him a few curious glances but said nothing; Eldara, Halea and Fredrick von Sarda discussed Fredrick’s departure. Wolfram perked up when he found out that, in two weeks time, there was an event celebrating Eldara’s 32nd birthday. Von Sarda was leaving now so that he would be able to return before then and attend the festivity.

“Your birthday is in about a month, isn’t it?” Halea asked.
It took time for Wolfram to realize that the question had called upon him. Wondering why Halea knew something like this, he nodded. “Yes, on Snowgale the tenth.”
“Oh, only a week later than mine,” Eldara said. “Then let it be a double celebration.”
Now Wolfram realized that this had been arranged beforehand. There wasn’t any particular reason to object the suggestion and he agreed with a nod. “Yes, it’s a good idea.”
“It’s settled, then,” Eldara said. “You should start composing a guest list.”
Wolfram shrugged. “It will be very short. I’m not going to have people travel by sea in such a cold weather on my account.”
“Even so, you’ll need to send invitations in advance.”
Wolfram nodded. “I’ll present it in the evening.”
“Tomorrow evening,” Eldara corrected him. “There is no need to hurry.”
The blond rewarded Eldara with a smile for the time extension but inwardly wondered if the duke, knowing that his list would consist of two or one person, had just mocked him. Maybe he was just being paranoid. In fact, he really wasn’t planning on inviting anyone at all – he didn’t know anyone in Kardera.
“The king will be here, too,” Halea said.
Wolfram first thought she meant Yuuri but then realized that she was talking about Orinth the Fifth. He rolled his eyes inwardly. No surprises there. The king had to show he supported von Ashira’s policy. Actually, Wolfram was looking forward to meeting him. He was curious about the man.
The rest of the lunch was spent discussing the arrangements due for the upcoming party. Even though he was being encouraged by both Halea and Eldara, Wolfram hardly participated in the planning as he believed that the only guests who would attend his birthday celebration would be his suite.
When they had eaten and started dispersing, Wolfram noticed Athara lingering, probably with an intention of having a word with him. To avoid that, Wolfram had excused himself to go and see the captain of his guards. That was mostly true, though.
---
Yozak turned to the door where Wolfram appeared.
“You don’t look so well,” Yozak said.
“Neither do you.”
Yozak rolled his eyes. He shifted to one side of the sofa, leaving the other end for Wolfram to sit. He didn’t feel well indeed. He had gotten much better but still felt weak and suffered spells of dizziness.
“I wish you could return to your duties,” Wolfram complained, sitting down.
“Why? Aren’t you content with Fajdal’s service?”
Wolfram grimaced at that. Before coming to Yozak, he had visited the captain and held a short conference with him. “I’ll put it simply,” he said. “I don’t like him.”
“You don’t like me either.”
“That’s true, but I know you and trust your skill. And I don’t know him. In addition, he’s a half-breed.”
“So am I.”
Wolfram glared at Yozak. “I’m aware of that. Do you want to hear what I have to say or not?”
“Yes, Your Highness, I do.”
Wolfram ignored the mocking tone. “I think he’s already under the duke’s influence and...”
“Wolfram, this is a serious accusation. What gives you the reason to claim so?”
“He admitted that he and Eldara are having conversations. It seems they are influencing his decisions.”
Yozak waited for Wolfram to explain what decisions concerned him but the blond didn’t. Then it dawned on Yozak and he chuckled. “You mean how they talked about you getting shit-faced at the whorehouse and then Fajdal writing an exhaustive letter about that to your brother?”
Wolfram glared at him again. “Yes. What business is it of theirs?”
Yozak slapped his knee, leering at the blond. “Are you serious? Fajdal is the captain of your suite and is responsible for your well-being. And you’re His Grace’s guest, which means that if anything happens to you, he will be held responsible against your and his own king.” He grinned. “I’d tie you up and put in a cellar if I were them. So that you can cause yourself no harm.”
“Then I probably should be happy you aren’t my captain anymore,” Wolfram said coldly.
“If I had been your captain,” Yozak said calmly, “I’d have gone into that whorehouse and dragged you out of there by your hair.”
“Well, it’s not that I’ve enjoyed myself there!” Wolfram snapped at him. “Why do you think I got drunk like that?”
“Then why the hell did you stay there?”
“Common courtesy!”
“Oh, right. Now you suddenly became an expert in common courtesy.”
“Yozak! How dare you?!”
Yozak rolled his eyes. “Fine. Actually, I wanted to inform you – just so you don’t think the duke is the only one sticking his nose into your business – that I talked to Fajdal as well and we agreed that wine does you no good and that you’re not to drink anymore.”
Wolfram stared at him, gauging his words.
“I’m dead serious, Wolfram,” Yozak confirmed. He saw the blond’s emerald eyes widen in shock. This was a breach of all existing protocols. He regretted having to handle Wolfram in such a manner but it was becoming increasingly obvious that there was no other way.
“Just like that?” Wolfram asked in a minute.
Yozak nodded. “Just like that. And, if you don’t want to cause any embarrassing scenes in von Ashira’s house, you will obey.”
“Amazing,” Wolfram said, glowering at him. “What’s this? A mutiny?”
“Oh, no, no,” Yozak laughed, waving his hands in front of him as if to deny he could <i>ever</i> have thoughts of disobeying the blond. “We’re just servants concerned about our master’s health.”
“Your insolence has no boundaries.”
Yozak grinned at him. “I certainly hope so.”
“What if I report you?”
“You know,” Yozak said in a serious voice, but hardly managing to keep himself from smiling, “I thought about that that, too. I came to the conclusion that you brother would award us with medals.”
Wolfram thought for a moment. “He would,” he agreed then. “Even more – you’d rise in rank. Bastards, all of you.”
Yozak inclined his head. “At your service.”
TBC
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