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Bloom	By : chayron Category: +G to L > Kyou Kara Maou Views: 9095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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
- 44
- 45
- 46
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.
Bloom
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Anonymously Awesome
Part 45
Wolfram woke up with a start. His eyes flew open and focused on Eldara’s face.
“What?” he grunted, pulling his hand out of the duke’s grasp. With his heart still beating wildly, Wolfram looked around – he was in his room, in his bed, at home in Shin Makoku. It was dark.
“You were having a nightmare,” Eldara explained.
“Did I hit you?”
“You kicked me.”
“Ah. Sorry.”
“It’s fine. The same dream again?” Eldara asked, settling back into the bedding.
Wolfram nodded. He kept having a recurring dream from back when he had been attacked in the tavern. He wasn’t certain why it had affected him so much. The dreams often varied between mostly erotic where he was being pleasured by various men to purely horrific where he was being raped. Sometimes they intertwined, and Wolfram wasn’t able to distinguish between the two versions.
“What was it this time? Was Shibuya there again?”
Wolfram racked his brain – the dream had already started slipping from his consciousness. “Yes, I think he was watching.”
The duke yawned and turned to his side, away from the blond. “Just like last time. What a voyeur.”
Wolfram snorted.
“You know,” Eldara said seriously, “you two should talk it out.”
In the darkness, Wolfram gave the duke’s back a sarcastic look. “Yeah, I can already imagine it.”
“No, you can’t,” Eldara told him, turning back round to face him. “What are you afraid of?”
Wolfram laughed bitterly. “Didn’t you see how disgusted he was?”
“No, I didn’t. He was shocked, indeed, but…”
“You don’t need to console me.”
“I am not doing that, Wolfram. I think he’s looking for a way to communicate with you, and you’re just trying to avoid it.”
“Well, of course I am! Who would want to talk about that?!”
Eldara rolled his eyes. “I agree that it may be difficult to begin with, but you don’t really need to talk about what he saw. It’s more about… restoring your relationship…making things comfortable between you again, you know? He met you very warmly when you returned,” Eldara pointed out. “He also intended to visit you in your room.”
“Why do you actually care?”
Eldara rolled his eyes. “I really wish I didn’t,” he said with a bored sigh. “Listen, Wolfram, it doesn’t matter what you want. In the end, you’re just a landowner; he’s your king and you’re his subject.
“If I marry you…”
Eldara laughed, not letting him finish. “You will still be his subject! Forever, or at least until one of you dies. You’re loyal, Wolfram, we both know that. You’re the one who would come to his side first if trouble in Shin Makoku occurred. The nonsense you’re spouting now aside, you’re his…friend. At least he sees you that way. It’s in the best interests of both of you that you view him in the same light.”
Wolfram gargled something out then groaned. “It’s too early in the morning for this kind of conversation.”
“Well, I’m not the one having sexual fantasies about his former fiancé.”
Wolfram glared at him. “They’re not-”
“Yeah, right.”
- - -
They went for a ride on Monday. It had been raining all day on Sunday, but today it was a beautiful, sunny spring day. Von Ashira was starting to feel bored in the castle and was glad about the outing. They were going to visit the dragon sanctuary in Wiederhaal. He had never seen a live dragon as their habitat was limited to Shin Makoku and they chose secluded areas to breed. Eldara had read about this species of an endangered animal and seen several pictures and had always wanted to see them with his own eyes. He was grateful for the opportunity.
There were about twenty people in the party and most of them felt the same way as the duke. They were looking forward to watching the dragons.
The king was proud of the chance to show the guests such an incredibly rare sight. He hoped the event would leave even the duke in awe. Astride his black horse, Yuuri cast his eyes around the party: Wolfram, Conrart, Yozak, the duke with his men, and the guards - eighteen people. Yuuri’s eyes returned to Wolfram. The cute hat with ears had a new look on the blond’s more masculine and refined face. It looked strange now on Wolfram’s head, just like it had always looked out of place on all grown-ups.
Wolfram was wearing the new sword at his side, the elegant and ornate scabbard and the hilt catching everyone’s eyes. The thought of the blond appreciating his gift made Yuuri feel superior. He still hadn’t confronted Wolfram about his and the duke’s relationship. He wasn’t certain how to go about it. It definitely angered him but mostly, it just left him feeling upset. During the time Wolfram had been away at Fort Lesa and then mysteriously disappeared, Yuuri had been at his wits’ end. He had realized that Wolfram was much more precious to him than he had ever thought. When Wolfram had finally appeared in front of him, he had been incredibly happy and vowed to never let him out of his sight again. And then the bedroom scene happened. He felt as if he had been kicked in the nuts. Did he have the right to feel so? He probably didn’t. Nonetheless, he was going to do everything in his power to prevent von Ashira from taking Wolfram away.
The road to Wiederhaal cut through a few villages, then Reinacht Forest. The journey there and back was going to take an entire day.
The journey to the sanctuary was spent talking and familiarizing themselves with the villages and landmarks along their way. When they entered Reinacht Forest, they became aware of the presence of the dragons: the tops and branches of some trees were missing as they were used for making sturdy nests. The burnt out patches dotted around the foliage marked the forest as their territory. Even from afar, loud meows could be heard coming from the mountain. About an hour later, when the trees thinned out, they rode out into a valley of charred grass and bushes. One of the soldiers explained that they get charred during the fights for mates while the males demonstrate the strength and heat of their fire. Once the hierarchy is established and the fights end, the spring rains rejuvenate the vegetation.
Everyone raised their eyes towards the huge and steep mountain with about thirty visible nests. A large dragon flew over them, very close to the ground, and they ducked instinctively. The horses whinnied frightfully. The dragon’s shadow disappeared behind them into the forest and they exhaled in relief.
“Isn’t it dangerous to stay here?” Karela Ine asked, looking around.
“No, it should be alright. The fights finished a couple of weeks ago,” Conrart explained. “By this time they are usually tame. They keep coupling and making their nests or repairing their old ones. They get more aggressive again when they tend to their hatched young.”
“I didn’t know you were a dragon expert,” Wolfram teased.
“I did my research before coming here.”
Some dragons were soaring above the mountain, others further above the forest while foraging for food or materials for their nests. Others were in their nests, working on them or cleaning their scales.
Eldara had to agree that in real life dragons differed from those he had seen in books. When on the ground or in their nests the dragons looked like awkward balloons but once in flight, they looked majestic. The size and span of their outstretched wings were incredible, and their tails added to the imposing picture. Eldara was amazed by the vibrancy of the colors: green, blue, gray and violet and in a wide array of shades. The biggest and oldest ones had horns and orange manes around their necks.
One of the dragons that was circling the mountain turned towards the party. It reached the men and hovered over their heads while its enormous wings kept beating to keep it airborne. The horses whinnied and wanted to retreat into the safety of the forest but the riders managed to rein them in. The dragon started descending quickly.
“Don’t run, or it will start chasing us,” Yozak warned everyone.
“Then what do we do?” Eldara asked.
“We stay still, Your Grace. Unless it attacks.”
With a soft thud, the dragon landed right in front of the party, and the men had to wrestle the horses, that wanted nothing more than to flee from it. Were they not trained war horses, they would have thrown their riders off and bolted to the forest.
The dragon was only a couple of meters away from Yuuri, sniffing the air curiously.
“Your Majesty,” Conrart warned when the dragon moved even closer to the king.
Yuuri didn’t fall back, staying put and trying to control his scared horse. The dragon didn’t appear to be aggressive, but everyone froze in alarm when it opened its mouth. Wolfram called on his fire element.
“No, no, no!” Yuuri shouted when he felt elements being summoned. “It’s alright!” He laughed when the dragon licked his head affectionately and cooed in a low guttural voice. “It’s Pochi! I know this one!”
The dragon kept bathing the king’s head with its tongue and both disgusted and pleased Yuuri laughed again. His hat fell over his eyes and he kept trying to fix it while the dragon continued to lick him.
“It’s been years,” Yuuri said finally managing to wrestle his hat back so it didn’t cover his eyes anymore. He patted the dragon on the snout. “I’m amazed it still remembers me.”
The dragon was emitting a strange sound that was half purr and half whine. Unnerved, the men watched the scene. The dragon’s sharp teeth-filled mouth lurking so close to the king’s head didn’t look safe at all. Suddenly, the dragon hooted. Other dragons raised their heads and looked down the mountain at the riders. Their interest didn’t last long but one of the dragons left its nest and flew towards the party. The horses and people panicked again. The dragon landed next to the first one. It didn’t look aggressive either, instead, it sniffed at the party curiously. The dragons started hooting at each other.
“It seems that it’s her or his mate,” von Ashira said.
Yuuri nodded excitedly. “I think they want to befriend us.” He grinned when the second dragon nudged him with its snout. The nudge was careful but it still nearly made Yuuri fall off the horse. The dragons continued to hoot at each other.
“Umm…” Wolfram drawled while watching the dragons circle each other. “I am not certain but I think they are about to…”
The larger dragon mounted the smaller one.
“They’re mating,” Yozak said, laughing.
“That’s kind of obvious,” Yuuri said, somewhat displeased that such a splendid reunion had turned into a coupling session. “You didn’t need to point that out.”
“It would probably be a good idea to leave them alone,” von Ashira said, chuckling. “We have seen more than enough and we are intruding on them.”
“It doesn’t look like they care,” Wolfram said, but he was already turning his horse around, that was only too happy to oblige.
Chuckling, and a little embarrassed, the men followed von Bielefeld back into the forest. Now they headed for Blood Falls. The falls had gotten their name from their iron-oxide-tainted waters that flowed from deep underground. The iron-oxide gave the falls the look of an open wound gushing with blood, and it was one of the most popular attractions in Shin Makoku.
It took over an hour to travel to Blood Falls from Wiederhaal. The air was getting warmer and most men took their hats off. It was past midday already and everyone was hungry. Soon they stopped and had lunch.
When they finally reached the falls, the sight astounded von Ashira and his men. The falls and the lake were gruesome-looking but impressive. The red flow started high above the ground and then fell into the lake underneath. The lake was wide and, as Conrart explained, shallow as the particles of iron settled on its bottom. Further away from the falls the water wasn’t as red anymore and even further away was like anywhere else.
The locals believed that if one bathed in the lake, it enriched one’s blood and strengthened their health. A few days ago Wolfram had asked Gisela if that was true and she said that it was true as long as one believed it. She had also told him that a regular bathing had never hurt anyone. Some people did catch a cold, though, as the water in the falls was always freezing.
They admired the falls for some time and, as there were none who wished to bathe, turned back towards the capital city.
The air was even warmer in the evening. They stopped to have dinner in Reinacht Forest then continued through towards Shin Makoku. At about seven o’clock they were already back in the capital’s territory, climbing a steep hill when something whooshed towards and past them. A deer. It galloped off at high speed and then something big and orange jumped out from above the hill in hot pursuit.
Everyone turned at the sound of a loud pain-filled cry, just in time to see the deer and the sabertooth disappear amongst the trees. The trees were in the way and it was impossible to see what happened, but Eldara, like a few others had, recognized Wolfram’s voice. They turned their horses around and urged them back.
Wolfram had fallen off his horse. He was sitting on the ground with his mare standing close to him, her head bent over him, sniffing at his shoulder. Yuuri froze at the sight of a stick protruding from the blond’s right thigh. He had fallen onto a low branch, causing it to snap and embed itself in his leg. Wolfram’s face was screwed up in pain as he stared at the foreign body in his flesh, not certain what to do.
An unfamiliar curse slipping from von Ashira’s mouth made Yuuri regain his senses. The duke jumped off his horse and knelt next to Wolfram. A dagger appeared in his hand and he cut into the end of the blond’s trouser-leg. Then he seized both ends of the fabric and tore it all the way up to the wound. He took a good look at Wolfram’s leg.
“It’s going to hurt,” he warned Wolfram before seizing the stick with both hands. Yozak materialized out of nowhere next to him and pressed Wolfram’s leg down, making him gasp and his eyes bulge in pain. “Get me a waterskin,” Eldara ordered.
Wolfram screamed in pain as the stick was pulled out with one strong tug. He collapsed onto his back, panting. Blood started gushing from the wound. Eldara tossed the bloodied stick aside, held out his hand and was presented with a waterskin.
“Hold him,” he told Yozak. The blood spurting from the wound was the best disinfectant but, just to make sure, he poured the water over the wound.
Wolfram tensed again, his back rising off the grass. He tried to hold his voice back but ended up gargling something incomprehensible. Tears of pain streamed down his face. The duke’s men had cut up a coat for bandages and held them out for the duke. Eldara shook his head.
“Tend to him, Alisander. I’m not too good at bandaging.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Alisander did a splendid job from what Yuuri could tell. During the ordeal, Yuuri had climbed off his horse but didn’t dare draw any closer to Wolfram. Once reassured that Wolfram’s life wasn’t in danger, Yuuri’s frightened stupor passed. His fear was replaced by something quite different. He found that there was something disagreeable about the scene he had been watching, not the wound, not the blood, not even Wolfram’s pain. What bothered him most was the duke’s familiarity with Wolfram’s body. The scene from a few days ago kept replaying itself in his mind and he just stood there restlessly, bound to his spot by his dissatisfaction and envy.
About seven minutes after he had fallen off the horse, Wolfram lay on a coat, bandaged and tended to. The men around him were conversing about further action. Wolfram had to be either carried back on a horse, which would be very painful, or someone had to go back to the castle and return with a carriage.
“Your Majesty?”
The duke had to call the king twice to get his attention.
“Ah, yes?” Yuuri mumbled, stumbling forward, closer to him and Wolfram. He couldn’t help staring at both Wolfram and the duke. Wolfram was leaning against a tree while von Ashira was kneeling in front of him. Eldara motioned for Yuuri to come even closer.
“Could Your Majesty cast a healing spell on him?” the duke asked.
“Yes, of course,” Yuuri said flustered, wondering why he hadn’t done so yet. Embarrassed, he kneeled next to Wolfram. He noted how Wolfram’s hands fisted into the sleeve of Eldara’s coat.
“I’m alright, Your Majesty,” Wolfram mumbled out quickly. “You don’t need to…”
“Don’t be a fool!” Eldara admonished Wolfram strictly.
Silently, Yuuri held his hands above the blond’s injured thigh and closed his eyes. He summoned his water element and started the spell. Soon, though, he opened his eyes. He was used to the spell and it required no effort, the process being automatic.
As usual, the spell was clouding Wolfram’s mind. His breathing slowed down considerably. Sleepily, he rested his head against the duke’s shoulder.
They finally decided to send a man back to the castle for a carriage so as not to risk the wound reopening.
ooOoOoOoo
Gisela von Christ changed the bandages and started weaving a healing spell over the wound. Wolfram was slumbering again. She found no fault with the previous sporadic treatment. The wound was healing well and it didn’t seem that there was any infection. It would a week or so for the skin to fully heal and would leave no scarring or any other trace of injury. Von Bielefeld had lost quite a lot of blood though, and it was going to take him a few days to recover. Wolfram slept a lot but that was a common reaction to healing spells. Sleep helped the healing process.
The first healing spell cast over the blond’s wound still held. It was very powerful but lacked effectiveness since the caster, obviously, wasn’t well-versed in healing spells. It was easy to tell that it hadn’t been created by a professional healer – the caster had accidentally weaved in the emotions that had been present during the moment of its creation. Gisela could clearly feel the desperation and envy that had permeated the spell. She was left wondering what had been happening to make the caster feel that way.
ooOoOoOoo
The Blood Pledge Castle household and the guests were having breakfast. It was quiet at the table. Wolfram was still asleep in his room. It was going to be a while before he could walk again.
Gwendal finished eating and stood up. “Your Grace, I would like to see you in my study after You’re finished.”
Eldara gave him a curious look and nodded. Von Voltaire probably wanted to discuss yesterday’s outing and the accident. He, very likely, had things to complain about.
The duke stayed at the table for another ten minutes, enjoying his tea and conversation with Cecilie. Then he excused himself and went to von Voltaire’s study. Karela had followed him but once they stood in front of the study door, Eldara sent the captain away. He knocked and entered. Von Voltaire stood up respectfully.
“Take a seat, Your Grace,” Gwendal said as soon as von Ashira closed the door. He motioned at the chair in front of his desk.
Eldara walked to the chair and sat down. He folded his hands in his lap and got ready for the scolding. “In my defense,” he said, “I was about ten meters away from him when the accident happened.”
Von Voltaire’s brow rose a little. “No, this is not why I wanted to talk to you. I was assured that you did your best in treating Wolfram.” He inclined his head. “Thank you.” He straightened. “I would actually like to discuss marble import to Shin Makoku.”
“Oh?”
Gwendal nodded. “Shin Makoku is rich in minerals but we lack marble. There is a large marble quarry in Raizgad’s territory.”
Thinking, Eldara played with his signet ring. It was all good and well but as far as he knew, the quarry already worked at full capacity to satisfy the market demand. “I will see what I can do,” he said diplomatically.
“I know that marble is in high demand,” Gwendal said. “Our merchants are ready to pay a handsome sum for the supply.”
The duke gave him a look. “What kind of sum are we talking about? And I hope it’s not about buying a few decorative slabs for one temple.”
“No, of course, not. We are talking a long-term business. And…ten gold for a shipment of forty slabs.”
That was, most likely, a good price, Eldara decided. He had a limited knowledge of marble prices, but he knew that von Voltaire would not demean himself by trying to trick him to seal the deal. That was just not how von Voltaire operated.
“The price depends on the kind of stone and color we are talking about,” Eldara noted, with an absent motion of his right hand, pointing somewhere at the ceiling. He gave von Voltaire a curious look. “You don’t normally do this kind of business, do you?” he wondered.
Gwendal’s broad shoulders rose and fell in a slow shrug. “No, not normally,” he admitted. “But it’s a good opportunity since you’re here.”
Eldara smiled knowingly. Von Voltaire knew that he would have rejected the proposal if he had been approached by a trade advisor or von Christ.
“I will have to contact my trade advisor,” Eldara said finally. “He will return to you with the finalized offer.”
Von Voltaire nodded.
“I will also have to inform my king,” Eldara said. “Just like you, yours,” he added with an unconcealed smile.
Gwendal gave him a discontent look. “His Majesty Shibuya will make a great king.”
Eldara inclined his head. “Oh, without a doubt. Under your guidance even a headless chicken would make a wonderful king.”
Von Voltaire’s head snapped up to glare at him. “How dare you?!”
Unsuccessfully trying to suppress a burst of sudden laughter, von Ashira waved his hands in front of him defensively. “I didn’t mean His Majesty Shibuya is one. I was only complimenting you.”
Gwendal snorted to show that he highly doubted that.
Eldara chuckled. “I mean it – I do respect you a lot.”
Von Voltaire rolled his eyes. “You have a strange way of showing that.”
The duke laughed softly. “Are you talking about the letters? Teasing is my way of showing affection.”
Lowering his eyes, von Voltaire cleared his throat. Von Ashira did seem to be honest, and Gwendal found himself not knowing how to act. He cleared his throat again. “Mmm… Thank you, I suppose.”
Von Ashira watched the older man tugging at his ponytail unconsciously.
“So, has Wolfram given you his answer yet?”
Eldara couldn’t help chuckling. “No, he hasn’t. I promise you will be the first to hear when he does. Be it negative or positive.”
“Hmm…” Gwendal hummed.
“You don’t seem to consider me such a bad option anymore,” Eldara noted, amused.
Von Voltaire rolled his eyes. “Why do you make it sound as if I am an animal to be tamed?”
“Because that’s exactly how it is. I would not want to be on poor terms with my brother-in-law.”
Von Voltaire grunted in distaste. “I don’t think he will agree.”
“Neither do I,” Eldara admitted. “But let’s not rush things.”
Gwendal stared at him for a few moments then sighed. “Care for a ride in the park?” he suggested knowing that he would not be able to concentrate on his paperwork anymore.
“It would be my pleasure.”
- - -
Bored, Wolfram stared at the wall opposite him. He was sitting in his bed, with two large pillows supporting his back. He was wearing only a light, white shirt and underwear. His lower half was covered by a colorful bedcover.
The thing that was upsetting him most was that he was going to spend the next three or more weeks exactly like this – immobile. He’d needed help getting to the toilet and, even then, the trip had been followed by excruciating pain. Wolfram’s gaze went to his bedside cabinet – on the counter there was a pile of books that Gunter had brought him. There were also two love stories amongst them. Wolfram had chosen the one about a priestess worshipping the Goddess of Love falling in love with a priest of the God of War. It had sounded promising but once he had started reading it, it appeared to be a pornographic novel where the two copulated like mad in each of the temples and on every surface available. It lacked the illustrations but the descriptions were energetic and very explicit. Wolfram had read almost half of it until he had reached the part where they had been discovered by the Goddess of Love and then had an orgy. Two women in one place were too much for Wolfram and he had closed the book. The light throbbing in his groin had soon subsided and he could only feel the one in his thigh.
Wolfram reached out for the bell next to the pile of books. He doubted that anyone would hear it though. Maybe it was alright, since he didn’t know what he wanted anyway.
There was a knock on the door and after Wolfram permitted the entrance, it swung open to reveal Gwendal and Eldara. Wolfram was surprised to see them together. Without ringing the bell, he lowered it back to the bedside cabinet.
“Have you had breakfast yet?” Gwendal asked, closing the door while Eldara was already walking towards the blond’s bed.
Wolfram nodded. “Yes, I had to in order to take my medicine.”
“I talked to Gisela,” Gwendal said. “She says there shouldn’t be any complications.”
“Yes, should take a month for it to heal completely.” Wolfram frowned. “How degrading – falling off a horse…” he said with a sigh, closing his eyes in embarrassment.
Shrugging, Gwendal stood on the opposite side of the bed from Ashira. “I’m certain that everyone understands that it’s not easy to control a horse with a sabertooth about to lunge at it.”
“It wasn’t going at the horse. It was going after the deer or whatever it was,” Wolfram said unhappily. “I keep getting injured lately,” he complained further. “Such bad luck.”
“Nonsense,” Eldara said, getting comfortable in the chair beside the blond’s bed. “You’re incredibly lucky that the branch didn’t stab you in the eye and turn your brain into mash.”
Gwendal, who was about to say the same but in a less gruesome manner, nodded in agreement. “Besides, Kerda is alright.”
“I have to admit,” Eldara said, “that I’m glad that it wasn’t Rendar you were riding.” He glanced at von Voltaire meaningfully. “I would have probably been accused of attempt on your life.”
“Drop it,” Gwendal told him strictly.
Eldara chuckled while Wolfram’s eyebrows rose. At some point, apparently the two of them had agreed on familiarly addressing each other. It was surprisingly positive progress.
TBC
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