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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.

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
- 40
- 41
- 42
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 – 21. Eldara – 32. Halea – 20. Athara – 18. Gwendal – 54.
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.
<b>Bloom</b>
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Anonymously Awesome
Part 41
Wolfram climbed onto Rendar and urged her into the park. There was no snow anymore, and the muddy paths were covered in puddles. The weather was warming up as well – the spring rain had started recently.
Further ahead Wolfram saw someone wearing the colors of Shin Makoku’s united army. He easily recognized his brother’s back. It was strange to see Conrart alone – usually he was accompanied by either Yozak or Karela. The two, however, were busy getting ready for tomorrow’s wedding, making sure the security was flawless.
Wolfram urged Rendar forward and walked her alongside Conrart.
“Good morning.”
Conrart nodded in answer. “Hey. How are you?”
“I’m fine. Just taking Rendar for a ride. Up for a race?”
“Sure. Where to?”
“Let’s make a couple of rounds in the yard.”
They turned their horses around and headed for the yard.
Several of the duke’s men were in the yard. Some were gentling their horses, others were watching, discussing something lively. They hushed a little when Wolfram and Conrart approached but, seeing that they had no business with them, continued talking.
Wolfram stopped his horse. “From here to the gates and back,” he stated.
Conrart observed the yard – the path was completely clear all the way to the gate. The ground was muddy, dirt trampled out by hooves and carriage wheels.
Wolfram motioned for one of the men to come closer, and Conrart explained to him what they wanted. As soon as the news of the race spread, all the men with horses joined Wolfram and Conrart and lined up in one row with them. The man Conrart had talked to drew a line in the mud with his boot then stood aside and, with his right hand raised in the air, started counting.
“One. Two. Three. Go!” he shouted, bringing his hand down to signal the start of the race.
The horses surged forward, the men’s loud voices echoing in the yard. The ground shook; chunks of dirt flying everywhere from under the hooves. The excited spectators shouted and clapped to encourage and support the riders.
The horses flew across the yard, the leading ones already closing in on the gates. They started slowing down in order to turn around. In a semicircle, they turned around and started thundering back towards the castle; the other riders trying to catch up with them. In a couple of minutes they were half-way across the yard, the excitement mounting at the quickly approaching goal.
Conrart was the first to cross the finish line. One of the duke’s came in second, and Wolfram was third. Triumphantly, Conrart turned his horse around and trotted back to the finish line. The other men had also finished the race and were calming their horses down. Conrart was congratulated on his success and received quite a few pats on the back. He couldn’t help grinning.
“Congratulations,” Wolfram said, patting Rendar’s neck to calm her down. The mare was excited and didn’t want to stay still at all. “How about a rematch?” he suggested. “I think she was just starting to get into it.”
Conrart chuckled. “That’s only an excuse, but why not?”
Accompanied by the duke’s men, they repeated the race three more times. Attracted by the noise, even more soldiers joined the contest.
“Ah, that was good,” Wolfram sighed contently when he and Conrart were riding slowly in the park, letting the horses cool off. “We can do it again tomorrow just before the banquet starts.”
Conrart doubted there would be enough time for that but agreed with a nod. He was keen on spending more time with his brother. He was even keener, though, on getting him out of Kardera and back to Shin Makoku. The seas were free to travel again, and if it was down to him, he would gladly pack Wolfram into a trunk and send him back home by force. As it stood now, Conrart was afraid to even breach the subject of return for fear of angering Wolfram.
“Ehmm…” Conrart started uncertainly, “Wolfram, when do you intend to travel back home?”
Conrart was disturbed by the troubled expression that had appeared on the blond’s face as soon as he had heard the question.
“Mmm…” Wolfram hummed. “In a few weeks’ time?” he offered carefully.
“I see,” Conrart said just as carefully as the blond. He knew very well that “a few weeks’ time” could easily turn into a “few months’ time”. There was even a possibility of it turning into “a few years’ time”. Yet, he didn’t dare voice his disapproval.
Silently, the two finished circling the garden and returned to the stables.
- - -
The majority of the guests arrived at about ten in the morning. About thirty had arrived a day before and spent the night in the guest rooms. Many of them were going to join the wedding party later at the temple. Orinth the Sixth and his family had spent the night in the castle. The king had travelled from far away to show his support of von Ashira House. It was a little unusual in Kardera for the wedding venue to be the bride’s home, but it was one of the Duke of Raizgad’s wedding gifts to his sister and brother-in-law. It was also common knowledge that the duke had been against the wedding taking place in von Sarda’s household as, had that been the case, the king’s attendance wouldn’t have been certain.
At eleven, Halea von Ashira left her chambers. She climbed down the stairs to the first floor, and Fredrick rushed to meet her. There was an obvious look of adoration on von Sarda’s face. Halea’s wedding dress was traditionally white and heavy with lace and frills. The skirt was puffy and started at the waist; the frills and lace going all the way to the ground, cleverly concealing her stomach. A small pearl necklace was worn as the sole accompaniment to the white dress and her usually loose hair was arranged into an intricate hairdo.
Smiling nervously, Halea took her fiancé’s hand and squeezed it firmly. Fredrick was also dressed his finest fair; the black suit impeccable and the white shirt underneath without a crease. He looked no less nervous than Halea. He wished all the guests would disappear, and he and Halea could have a simple but quick ceremony without all the pomposity and self-important people.
Fredrick led Halea through the house towards the door. Carrying Halea’s coat, a maid rushed after them. They started dressing, getting ready to go outside into the cold spring, and the guests followed their lead. Everyone left the castle, climbed into their carriages or onto their horses and set off downhill.
Due to bad roads, it took about an hour to reach Moran’s temple. The cobbled square in front of the temple already housed about ten carriages that belonged to the families that had arrived straight at the temple. With all the carriages and horses stationed at the temple, the square was packed. Moran was the goddess of family and fertility. Traditionally, her main temple was where nearly all weddings in Raizgad took place.
Fredrick helped Halea climb out of the carriage and, followed by their households, they went into the temple. The temple was humming with voices. They grew even louder when the groom and the bride entered. People from all over Raizgad had gathered to watch this spectacular wedding. Despite the crowded temple, the seats at the front were empty, left for the relatives. There were quite a few people who had no seats and were lined against the walls.
Waiting for their guests and relatives to take their seats, Halea and Fredrick stood at the doors, not moving further into the temple. The priests and their assistants were also waiting for the people to hush.
Once everyone had taken their seats and kept quiet, the priest took a small bell from the altar and rang it three times. Halea and Fredrick moved forward through the gap between the rows of chairs and benches. Slowly, they reached the altar, and the priest rang the bell again. He lowered the bell and cleared his throat.
“We gathered here to witness two becoming one.”
The priest’s voice still echoing in the spacious temple, he turned to Halea.
“Halea von Ashira of Raizgad, are you ready to cast your previous life aside and start a new one by becoming this man’s wife?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Fredrick von Sarda of Airidan, will you cast your previous life aside and begin a new one by becoming this woman’s husband?”
“Yes, I will.”
“In the name of Moran, I announce you married.” The priest cast his eyes over the crowd. “You are the witnesses. You can now exchange your family tokens.”
There was movement in the front row seats, and Eldara with the eldest von Sarda stood up. They approached the newly married couple. Eldara held out a ring for Fredrick to take.
“With this, you become a part of my family.”
Bowing, Fredrick accepted the ring and put it on. “Thank you, I gladly accept.”
His father held out a ring for Halea. “With this, you will become one of von Sarda’s.”
Halea bowed. “Thank you, I’m honored,” she said, putting the ring on.
Eldara and von Sarda returned to their seats, and the priest rang the bell three times, indicating that the ceremony was successfully completed. The huge wave of applause shook the temple.
- - -
Wolfram found a calmer spot at the end of the hall. Sipping his wine, he watched couples floating across the dance floor while the musicians played waltz. A few minutes later, Wolfram caught a sight of Reikia heading towards him. For a moment, he was worried that von Estram was going to ask him for a dance. Reikia, however, turned to his right to ask a young girl out. The two went to dance, and Wolfram exhaled in relief. For a while, he watched them dance then his gaze slid further ahead and settled on Eldara. The duke was standing at the wall and talking to von Sedera’s daughter. Mariah von Gerald was a recent widow as her late husband had died in the capital while trying to suppress the followers of Markez von Mendoza. Despite being in her late thirties and having two adolescent daughters, she was good marriage material: rich, influential and beautiful. Wolfram had no doubts that by the end of the year she would find herself already married. Maybe even to Eldara. It would benefit both families. Curious, Wolfram watched them interact: a smile here, a laugh there, it seemed like the two were having fun. Would von Sedera agree? Would Eldara be interested? It wasn’t a bad idea but was it morally acceptable? Then again, Eldara was morally flexible.
Wolfram finished his wine and decided to get some snacks. He piled up his plate and headed back to his corner. It appeared to be already taken by a flirting couple, and, searching for a new haven, Wolfram ran his eyes over the hall. He spotted an empty table next to the door at a window.
The music changed to something faster, and, under the table, Wolfram’s right foot started tapping to the rhythm. Eating, he listened to the music. He was nearly done with his plate when he noticed Eldara heading towards him.
“Would you care to dance?” Eldara asked him.
“Oh, no, thank you,” Wolfram said, pushing his empty plate away.
A servant rushed over to them and took it away. Eldara pulled a chair away from the table and sat down.
“So how did it go with Lady von Gerald?”
Eldara gave Wolfram a look. “What exactly was supposed to ‘go’ and where?”
“Uh… Well, I mean this kind of union would be beneficial to both families, right?”
“Oh.” Eldara nodded. “True. There’s no son to inherit the goods and assets, so the estate and the land would both belong to me or, later, to my son. The best thing about this marriage, however, would be von Sedera’s visits: alongside my wife, I could also fuck her father. A wonderful union, indeed.”
Wolfram’s face turned red. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh, no, Wolfram, that’s exactly what you meant.”
“Ermm… Well…” At a loss for words, Wolfram quieted.
Eldara chuckled. He stood up and went to the large table to get some wine. Carrying two glasses, he returned and gave one to Wolfram.
“To Halea’s happiness,” he said, his glass clinking against Wolfram’s.
“Yes, to Halea’s happiness,” Wolfram repeated. He sipped his wine then lowered his glass on the table.
“I can’t believe she’s leaving a day after tomorrow,” Eldara muttered, his eyes following his sister and Fredrick amongst the other dancers.
Not certain what to say, Wolfram watched the couple as well. “Well, you’re getting cute nephews and nieces out of this deal,” he pointed out. “You did say that you like children.”
Eldara sighed. “Indeed.” He looked at the blond. “And you? When are you planning to leave?”
Awkwardly, Wolfram lowered his eyes and started playing with his glass. “In two weeks. I’ve already written to Gwendal.”
“I see.”
Wolfram gave the duke an uncertain smile.
“Really, why don’t we go for a dance?” Eldara suggested again.
Wolfram gave him a little surprised and unsure look. “Umm… I did mention that I’m a bad dancer, didn’t I?”
“Oh, can’t you humor me for at least a few minutes, please?” Eldara asked while holding out his hand for Wolfram.
Hesitant, the blond glanced quickly around the busy hall; did Eldara really want to dance with him in front of all these people? His eyes focused back on the duke. “Emm… Won’t it seem strange?”
“Not at all.”
The younger man was still hesitating, but Eldara’s fingers wrapped around his upper arm and pulled him up. Wolfram wanted to leave his wineglass on the table then changed his mind. He followed the duke further into the hall. They made their way through the dancing couples and stopped near the stage with musicians. Eldara had a few words with the leading musician, and, in several seconds, the fast polka changed into a slow syrupy melody. The duke’s hands settled on Wolfram’s waist, and the two of them started to dance leisurely.
Somewhat uncomfortable, Wolfram sipped his wine and swallowed with difficulty. “Everyone’s staring at us,” he muttered.
“And?”
With a sigh, Wolfram stretched his arms out to rest them on Eldara’s shoulders. “Don’t you find it annoying?”
“No, I find it amusing. Ouch.”
“Sorry.”
“You really don’t seem to dance often, do you?”
“I do sometimes, but I wasn’t being coy when I said that dancing is not my forte.”
“Yes, I understood that already. Yet, the ability to dance well is an important part of a gentleman’s etiquette.”
Wolfram nodded. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“Well, I suppose, in your case, dancing doesn’t have to be a priority.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you prefer men, and most of them are more interested in hunting, horses and swordplay than dancing,” Eldara pointed out. “Still, it is a thrill to ask the one you like for a dance.”
“Do you feel thrilled now?”
“When did I say that I like you?” Eldara teased. He flinched when Wolfram stepped on his right foot again. “Ouch. You did that intentionally just now,” he accused.
“Maybe.”
Wolfram brought the glass to his lips and drained the last drops of wine. Wrapping his arm back over Eldara’s shoulder, he let the empty glass droop over the older man’s back. Eldara was leading the dance, his hands set firmly on his waist. The warmth from them was seeping through Wolfram’s jacket.
“I have to agree that this does feel nice,” Wolfram said a minute later.
“Glad to hear it,” Eldara said, smiling.
When the music changed and the hall was filled with the sounds of a waltz, Wolfram and Eldara returned to the table they had sat at previously.
“Some more wine?” Eldara suggested, motioning to one of the servants with a tray.
Wolfram gave him a suspicious look.
Eldara chuckled. “Don’t give me that look. Today is my precious sister’s wedding. We can afford to get a little drunk.”
The servant brought over the wine, and they took the glasses. Silently, listening to the waltz and watching couples dance, they sipped the wine.
“I think I’ll be missing her terribly,” Eldara said, his eyes searching for his sister in the crowd.
Thoughtful, Wolfram watched the duke’s profile. Eldara valued family above all else, and it was obvious that it was going to take him time to get used to the idea of Halea belonging to another man.
“Umm…” Wolfram drawled. “You know, there is no real need for me to return to Shin Makoku just yet. I think I can…”
Eldara turned to look at him. “Wolfram, you’ve already informed your family about the date of your return.”
“Yes, but I can cancel it.”
“No, it’s alright. You don’t need to prolong your stay since I’m going with you.”
Confused, Wolfram blinked at him. “Going where? To Shin Makoku?”
“Of course.”
Wolfram was staring at him in surprise. “Oh,” he said. “Why?”
“I want to discuss a very important matter with von Voltaire.”
“Mmm….” the blond drawled. “What exactly would that be?”
“Can’t you guess?”
“You’re going to ask him for my hand?” Wolfram asked staring at Eldara in disbelief.
“Yes, I am. First, however, I want to know what your thoughts are concerning this.”
“Uh… I…” Lost, Wolfram shook his head. “Ahh… Ehm… Are you serious?”
“You know that I am.”
Wolfram reclined in his chair. “Uh… I need to think about this.” He took his glass and gulped down a mouthful.
Eldara leaned forward and touched Wolfram’s hand lightly. “You look daunted. The last thing I want is for you to feel pressured.”
Wolfram chuckled awkwardly. “Ah, no. It’s not that. It’s…just a little unexpected.”
“Is it?”
Wolfram’s face turned pink. “Umm… No, I suppose, not exactly,” he admitted.
Eldara laughed softly. He patted Wolfram’s hand again and stood up. “There are still a couple of weeks left for you to think about it.”
- - -
The excited hubbub continued to the second day of the wedding. Due to the recent civil war, there was less food on the tables than was usual during such prominent weddings. Yet, the duke had made certain the guests lacked nothing.
In the afternoon, the wedding presents were brought in. Halea and Fredrick kept smiling and thanking the numerous gift-givers. They had to go outside to the yard several times since some of the gifts were horses and carriages. Wolfram was content when it seemed that the newlyweds were impressed by the carriage that he had specially chosen for them.
Halea and Fredrick also received two rare breeds of dog and a cat, the three of which started fighting as soon as they were brought into the same room. There was also a baby cot and two wooden horses, the sight of them nearly causing Halea to burst out crying.
Besides the lavish reception, Eldara also presented the newlyweds with the finest sable fur coats to keep them warm during wintry days. Halea, who had wanted such a coat for a long time, tried hers on at once. Fredrick was no less happy with such a practical gift.
After the gifts had been exchanged, the merriment restarted and continued late into the night.
- - -
Wolfram woke up at 4am and wasn’t able to fall asleep again. Thoughts kept swirling uneasily in his head. On the other side of the bed, however, Eldara was sleeping peacefully.
Despite the fact that Wolfram and Eldara hardly had any time to interact during the last couple of days, the atmosphere had become a little strange between them. Wolfram didn’t sense any changes in Eldara, and the duke seemed to be acting as per usual. Wolfram, on the other hand, suddenly found himself acting shy and reserved around the other man. He was definitely attracted to Eldara, but now there was a feeling of uncertainty. He felt guilty and had a feeling that he would prefer not to see Eldara at all until he had decided whether to accept the proposal or not. He wanted some breathing space; some room to think. Interacting with Eldara at this crucial moment in time also made Wolfram feel manipulated.
Wolfram liked spending his time with Eldara: having conversations, sparring, riding together, flirting; all of that was fun. The best thing in his and Eldara’s relationship though, was probably sex. Wolfram wondered if that was really true, and if so, then just how attached he was to Eldara.
Sleep eluded Wolfram. No matter how hard he tried, his mind refused to stop going over and over the same thoughts. Finally, at about seven o’clock, he fell asleep. An hour later, however, he was awakened by Eldara, who was getting up.
Sleepy and tired, Wolfram turned to his side to watch the duke search for his underwear.
“Why do you want to marry me?”
Eldara put his underwear on and turned to the bed. “Hmm… Why? Don’t we feel good together?”
Humming, Wolfram rolled over on his back. “That’s true, but…you don’t love me.”
Eldara opened the wardrobe to get his bathrobe. “To be fair, I believe that we like each other enough to make it last. Besides, I thought you were quite skeptical about love…aren’t you?”
“Well, yes,” Wolfram agreed. “I suppose I am, but…”
Eldara watched the younger male. Wolfram’s reluctance to accept the proposal wasn’t unexpected, but Eldara had hoped he would be more favorable toward the idea. It even irritated Eldara somewhat; the fact that Wolfram acted so levelheadedly.
“It is a very good chance to create ties between our countries,” Eldara said, approaching the bed.
Wolfram watched him put his bathrobe on. In his opinion, the duke wasn’t making much sense. “First off,” he started, “most of my family will be against this marriage no matter what the benefits are. Secondly, said ties would only be superficial. In this case, a marriage between two males would not unite anything – there would be no common heir to inherit both of the Houses.”
“That’s certainly correct but think about economical and political benefits.”
“To be perfectly honest with you, I’m more interested in easily accessible sex.”
Eldara chuckled. “You are really apolitical.”
“Guilty as charged.”
“Well, I’m certainly not displeased,” Eldara said, leaning forward, his hand slipping under the blankets. His eyebrows rose in surprise when Wolfram gently but firmly pushed his hand aside.
“This makes me feel as if you’re trying to manipulate me,” Wolfram said. “I want to think carefully about your proposal.”
Standing up, trying not to show his disappointment, the duke nodded. “Yes, thinking with one’s dick is not a very good idea.”
“Yes, and I’m afraid my dick is currently what I’m doing most of my thinking with.”
Eldara sighed. “Alright. I promise to give you a little bit more space although I don’t think I tried to usurp all of your time and attention before either.”
Wolfram shook his head. “It’s not really about that.”
“It’s alright, take your time.”
“When is Halea leaving?” Wolfram asked after a pause, changing the topic. He began to think that he should get up as well.
“I think at about ten. Depends on how long it will take her to get ready.”
“It will take time to transport all of their things.”
“Halea has already sent some of hers forward to von Sardas’ in advance.”
“Ah, that’s smart.”
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There had been a somewhat unusual atmosphere between Wolfram and von Ashira since a few days ago. The change was very subtle, but Conrart could clearly sense it. It might have been caused by the departure of von Ashira’s sister, but he doubted that was the reason. He had debated whether he should risk breaching the subject then decided that it was necessary.
Conrart entered Wolfram’s room. It was about the tenth time that he was visiting his brother’s room, but he was still impressed by how luxurious it was. There was a vast contrast between the room he was in now and his own one.
Wolfram was sitting at the table, writing a letter. It was probably meant for Gwendal. Conrart felt a pang of jealousy – despite the fact that his relationship with Wolfram had improved tenfold, it was unlikely for it to become as strong as it was between Wolfram and Gwendal.
Conrart watched Wolfram lower his pen and push it aside. The blond gave him a questioning look. His emerald eyes were serious, and Conrart felt his resolution waver – every time they talked about his brother and the duke’s relationship, Wolfram would get upset and act defensively. Why did he even think it was a good idea to breach the topic when it was all going to be over in little more than a week? They were going to leave Raizgad and their problems behind.
“Did something happen?”
Conrart shifted uncomfortably and took a seat next to his brother.
“Um,” he started reluctantly, “that’s actually what I wanted to ask. You’ve been acting a little unusually around von Ashira.” He left it hanging, hoping Wolfram would pick up and continue.
“Ah, that.”
Conrart waited for him to continue, but, instead, the blond gave him a sheepish look. Conrart felt his heart beat faster.
“What did he do?” he asked, his voice nearly a growl.
Wolfram waved his hands about. “No, no. Uh… He proposed to me.”
Stunned, Conrart stared at him. “Did you give him an answer?”
“I’m thinking about it.”
“You are? Really?”
Wolfram couldn’t help laughing at the incredulity on his brother’s face. “Well, it’s not like I didn’t entertain thoughts about marrying him even before he proposed. It wasn’t unexpected.”
Conrart shook his head. “That’s different.”
“Not really. I think it would be a good idea: the marriage would bring the two countries closer and we do like each other.”
“If you need to think of reasons why you should marry, you aren’t ready to marry,” Conrart said.
Wolfram sniggered. “Says the expert in love triangles.”
Conrart reddened. “That’s got nothing to do with this – I’m not marrying either of them.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “It’s not that you don’t want to, though. It’s that you can’t. Yozak is such a fickle character, isn’t he?”
“We aren’t talking about me now,” Conrart protested again.
Wolfram sighed. He knew he was being unfair to his brother. “Yes, right. I’m sorry. I know you don’t like him, but this is my decision.”
“Wolfram, whether you marry him or not, the most important thing to me is that you would be happy. I don’t like him much, true, but if you feel happy with him…”
“I do, but…”
“But?”
“I don’t think I’m in love. Neither is he.”
“Umm…”
“On the other hand, ‘love’ is a fickle thing. So isn’t it better this way? ‘Love’ doesn’t last forever, does it? So at some point one would realize they are stuck in an empty marriage with a person they can barely tolerate. But when you do it this way, there will be no surprises.”
“I am not certain that’s how it works,” Conrart said. “It’s probably more a matter of habit. I… Well, to be honest, love or no love, I think you wouldn’t be having all these doubts if you really wanted to marry him.”
TBC
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