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Wolfram�s Bruise

Written by: Chocho (chochowilliams)

Crossover with: Gravitation
& Only the Ring Finger Knows

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:� Wolfram is in for not one
but two surprises.

Warning: drama, romance, fantasy, language, M/M
sexual situation, MPREG

Inserts:�
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A/N: By popular
demand, the series is now consolidated!�
Yeah!

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Chapter
6: Wolfram�s Sixth Bruise

(Present - A Month Later)

�That would not be so bad,� Wolfram was saying.

Yuri sighed, but otherwise ignored him.� He regretted ever having told him about his
cousin Shuichi�s pending marriage to his long time lover.�

Apparently, Shuichi wanted to have the ceremony in
the summer.� Of course, Eiri was against the idea.�
He hated the summer.� What he
disliked even more was having his baby brother, who was also a monk, marry
them.� Since Eiri�s
father had always protested his oldest son�s involvement with Shuichi, it came
as no surprise that he was boycotting the wedding.� Eiri said he liked
it better without the thought of the old man there, but Yuri had to
wonder.� He knew that the two of them had
never had the best relationship, but still.

�Eiri�s all talk,�
Shuichi had whispered to him.� �He�s really upset that his father refused
to marry us.� He had actually been hoping
that he marrying me would help mend their relationship.� Ms. Mika said she would talk to her father,
but Yuki said that we should not hold our breath.�

Yuri had never been gladder in his entire life that
both his and Wolfram�s parents had given them their blessing.

Of course, Greta was ecstatic at the idea of being
Cousin Shuichi�s flower girl.� She had
been talking about nothing else for a month.

Like father.� Like daughter apparently.

All Wolfram has been talking about was how splendid
it would be if it could be a double wedding.

�I thought you did not want to get married,� Yuri
reminded his fianc� as he hung his jacket up in the bureau.

Already having exchanged his uniform for his pink
nightgown with its blue ribbon along the neckline, which he usually only wore
when they were away on missions; Wolfram denied ever having said a thing from
his position on his side of the bed.

Yuri wanted so much to argue that fact, but knew he
would only be inviting trouble if he opened his mouth.� The last thing he wanted to do was sleep in a
bedchamber that smelled of smoke, which has happened more times than Yuri cared
to remember.

As Yuri was unbuttoning the white shirt he wore
under his jacket, a knock sounded on the chamber door.

Wolfram and Yuri exchanged a glance.

�Your Majesty,� came Conrart�s muffled voice.

Growling irately at the intrusion, Wolfram flung
back the covers and marched towards the chamber door.� He unlocked the door with a flick of his
wrist and tossed open the door.� �This
better be important Weller,� Wolfram snapped.

Yuri winced.�
Wolfram only called Conrart �Weller� nowadays
when he was really annoyed and really pissed.�
Yuri did not envy his godfather in the least right now.� He himself had been at the receiving end of
Wolfram�s temper tantrums more than once himself and they were never pretty.

�I assure you it is of the utmost importance,
Wolfram,� Conrart informed his little brother.� �Otherwise I never would have bothered His
Majesty at such a late hour.�

Wolfram had to reluctantly agree.

Sliding back in the jacket he had just discarded,
Yuri crossed the chamber.� �What�s going
on Conrad?�

Conrart bowed at his Lord and King.� �There is a matter that needs your attention,
Your Majesty.�

Out of reflex, Yuri wanted to correct his
godfather, but he swallowed it back.�
There were just some things that he had to learn to live with.� He wondered, though, what could be so
important that it could not wait until morning.�
�Wolfram,� he called when he saw his fianc� heading towards the
wardrobe.

�I can�t very well let you go alone can I?� Who knows what
kind of trouble you will get yourself into?�

Conrart chuckled lightly into his fist.

Yuri sighed heavily.� Here we go again.� �Wolfram, do you think that�s a good idea?�

The temperature dropped several degrees.

Yuri gulped nervously.� Knowing he was risking his life, Yuri decided
that he had to stand his ground this one time.

With one hand on the wardrobe door and the other
swallowed by the darkness within it, Wolfram halted his quest for his
uniform.� Ever so slowly, he turned his
head to glower at his fianc� over his shoulder.�
�Of course it is.� I am your
fianc� after all�Unless there is some reason I shouldn�t?�� He glared through squinted eyes.� �What are you hiding, you wimp?�

Yuri heaved a disgusted sigh.� This argument was getting old.� Why could Wolfram not trust him just this
once?� �Wolfram, I appreciate your concern,
but I will be alright.� I can take care
of myself.� Besides, Conrad and the
others will be there.�� Not to mention
the shadow ghouls who refused to leave his side.� The only time he was able to get some
breathing space was when he went back to Earth.

The fact that Yuri would be surrounded by the likes
of Conrad, Gwendal and G�nter, no doubt, was half the
point.

It did not escape Wolfram�s attention that Yuri
avoided answering his question.

�Also,� Yuri continued in a gentler tone, �you haven�t
been feeling too well off and on lately, right?�

Conrart immediately grew concerned for his little
brother.� �Are you not feeling well,
Wolfram?� Should I call Gisela?�

�No, thank you,� Wolfram snapped in annoyance.� But the knowledge that Yuri was concerned
about his health and well-being bought a pinkish tinge to his cheeks.� As much as it irked him, he knew Yuri was
right.� He could do nothing more than
reluctantly concede the point.� He would
be more of a hindrance than anything.� Especially if he was hit with another dizzy spell.� But that did not mean he had to like staying
behind while his fianc� went off gallivanting who knows where to do who knows
what with who knows whom.� Crossing his
arms over his chest, Wolfram turned his back on his fianc� and Conrart.� �Fine.� Do as you
please,� he harrumphed.

Yuri chuckled at the childishness his fianc�
displayed.� It really was cute.� Smiling, he crossed the bedchamber and
wrapping his arms around Wolfram�s slim waist, hugged him from behind.� Planting a kiss on the side of Wolfram�s
neck, Yuri whispered something to his hot-blooded fianc� that caused the blond�s face to go lobster red.

They exchanged a quick kiss.� Part of him hoped that whatever needed his
immediate attention turned out to be nothing, but the other part of him knew
that if that were really the case the others would not have fetched him.� �Remember, Wolf,� he commanded over his
shoulder at the chamber door, �get to bed and rest all right?� And if you are not feeling better pretty soon,
you�ll have to go see Gisela.�

Grumbling something about certain wimps minding
their own business, Wolfram crawled back into bed as Yuri, followed by Conrart, and his black shadows disappeared out into the
hall.

+---+---+

(A Couple
Hours Later)

He smiled down at his sleeping fianc� who was
snoring audibly as he lay sprawled across the bed.� Yuri chuckled at the picture.� He brushed his hand through Wolfram�s soft
curls.� Planting a chaste kiss on the
snow-white forehead, Yuri turned from the endearing sight and quietly so as not
to disturb his slumbering fianc� crossed the chamber towards the wardrobe.�

He muffled a yawn with his hand.

He had no idea how late it was, but it had been
well after midnight by the time Wolfram and he had finally been able to mosey
to bed.� Or at least,
tried to anyway.� By the Great
One, sometimes he did not like being King.

+---+---+

(The Next
Morning)

Soft chirps filled the early morning hours.� There was the sound of metal clanging against
metal accompanied by sharp, commanding voices.�
In the distance, there was the sound of a dog barking.

The sky was an endless blue dotted with clouds of
white cotton candy.� A light breeze
stirred across the Great Demon Kingdom,
fingering the flags that stood proudly around Covenant Castle.� It rolled in through the open window of the
king�s bedchamber and brushed the sky blue drapes that hung from the
four-poster bed.� A lump that lay
underneath the sheets stirred.

Wolfram groggily pried open heavy lidded eyes and
glanced through sleep-blurred vision at the drapes.� Yawning, he flopped onto his back and rubbed
the sleep from his eyes.

Turning his head, he gazed at his sleeping fianc� besid�

All traces of sleep instantly vanished.� Wolfram shot up.� He searched about the chamber
frantically.� �Yuri?� he called.� Flinging back the sheets, he swung his legs
over the side of the bed.

The door burst open.

Wolfram lifted his head eagerly.� His face fell when he realized it was only
Greta.

�Morning, Wolfram,� Greta greeted cheerily as she
skipped into the chamber.

�Greta, have you seen Yuri?�

�Yup!�

Emerald eyes brightened.� Maybe Yuri had some things he had to take
care of before breakfast.� It would not
be the first time.� �Where-?�

�He left.�

Disappointment swelled with the demon prince
followed swiftly by a surge of anger.�
�What?!�� Wolfram jumped to his
feet.� He fisted his hands.� �That wimp!�

Wolfram�s heated tone caused Greta to grow
cautious.� �He said it was a surprise,�
she explained, �for you.�

Wolfram blinked.�
He was not sure what he was supposed to think about that.� He was glad that Yuri was thinking about him
and not any of those countless young women or handsome men that made him the
cheater that he was.� Damn wimp.

He turned and gazed at the empty bed.

Just what exactly is that wimp up to?� What is with all these �errands� that he has
been running lately?

Suddenly feeling woozy, Wolfram dropped back down
onto the bed and buried his face in his hands.�
Feeling dizzy and uncomfortably warm, bile started filling his
mouth.� He slapped a hand over his
mouth.� �Oh, God,� he moaned.

�Wolfram?� Greta called to her father in concern.

Scrambling off the bed, he raced across the chamber
and vanished into the adjoining bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

The sounds of retching echoed out of the bathroom.

Wolfram was not sure how, but he knew that this was
all Yuri�s fault.

+---+---+

(An Hour
Later)

Conrart entered the dining room and gazed around the
breakfast table.� As he had had an
emergency come up concerning one his new recruits, he was the last to
appear.�

His mother, Lady Celi, in
her signature low cut black dress was scolding Gwendal
for frowning.� Conrart
could see a vein pulsing in his big brother�s forehead.� Greta was speaking adamantly with a very
pleased looking Anissina.� Conrart had a
nagging suspicion he knew the reason for Gwendal�s
scowl.�

G�nter was scolding the new girl, Effie, for
something he had most likely blown out of proportion.� Again.�

With his chin in his hand, Wolfram was glaring
angrily down into his bowl of fruit as if the fruit had somehow done him
wrong.� And knowing his younger brother, Conrart was sure it had.�
At least in Wolfram�s mind.�
Raising his fork, Wolfram speared a section of purple apple.� Conrart�s eyes
landed on the empty chair besides his little brother.

Aah!

�Where is His Majesty?� he asked as he strode
towards the table.

�Probably loafing around,� was Gwendal�s
answer.

�Now Gwendal,� Lady Celi scolded.

Wolfram�s grip on his fork tightened.

�Yuri had an errand to run,� Greta spoke up.

Conrart raised an eyebrow.�
�An errand?�� What task could be
so important that Yuri would leave before he even breakfasted?

�Mm hm,� Greta
nodded.� �He said it was a surprise for
Wolfram.�

In unison, everybody gazed at the sullen blond
prince who looked exactly like Gwendal in that
moment.

Sensing that he was the center of attention,
Wolfram raised his head.� �What?� he
snapped.� His emerald eyes gleamed
dangerously.

�Did His Majesty say anything to you?� Conrart inquired of his little brother.

�No, he did not,� Wolfram barked.

Gwendal huffed.� �No
doubt it is just another excuse to idle around and skirt his duties.�

�Nuh, uh,� Greta
denied.� �He said it was a very special
surprise.�

Wolfram rammed the piece of apple into his
mouth.� He did not so much as chew it as
destroy it as he would any enemy who dared raise a sword to him.

Conrart heaved a sigh as he pulled out his chair and sat
down.� He hoped that was the truth, for
Yuri�s sake.

Damn Wimp, Wolfram thought.

��

Still incensed at the treatment he had received
last night, Wolfram growled lightly.� Who
does that damned wimp think he was?

�So, Big Brother,� Wolfram spoke up into the
silence that had settled upon those gathered in the dining hall, �I take it
that disturbance last night has been taken care of?�

�Yes.�

�Apparently, the man is wanted in Big Cimaron for an attempt made on King Belar,�
Conrart explained to his little brother.

�Too bad he was such a bad aim,� Anissina said.

Greta giggled.

A ghost of a smile flittered across Gwendal�s face.

Wolfram snorted.�
�Why would he try and do something so foolish?� Belar is no threat
to us or the Great Demon Kingdom Alliance.�

��

�Who knows?� Gwendal
replied.

�From what I understand,� Conrart
was saying, �the man came here with the intention of telling His Majesty about
his �good deed� in the hopes that he would be welcomed as a hero.�

Wolfram cocked an eyebrow.� If that was what the man had been expecting,
than he was even more insane that Belar.

�Oo!� Speaking of good deeds,� Anissina
spoke up brightly.

Sudden tension filled the air.

�Gwendal, I will need
your assistance this afternoon.�

Gwendal�s eye twitched.

��

�I have a new invention I would like you to help me
test��

Aah! �So he had
been right after all, Conrart thought.� Poor Gwendal.� He did not envy his big brother in the least.

As the banter continued around him, Wolfram�s
thoughts drifted back to Yuri.

It must have been quite late by the time Yuri came
back to bed.� But then he must have left
quite early to run this errand of his.�
He could not have gotten much sleep last night.� Whatever this errand was had better be good,
or Wolfram swore by the Great One, that Yuri was going to be sorry.

He better not be flirting with any young girls or
handsome men.� That dog!

+---+---+

(Tokyo, Japan)

The sound of a bell rang through the small jewelry
shop as Yuri entered.� He thanked the
Great One that he had been able to make it all the way across town without
being spotted by anyone he knew.� Tsutsui had been bad enough.

�So, what
have you been up to?� You just suddenly
dropped out of school and quit the team��

Yuri suppressed a shudder.� Talk about being between a rock and a hard
place.� How was he supposed to answer
something like that?� He could not very
well tell the truth.� How would that
sound?� He had become King in an
alternate dimension where demons were more then stuff of legends.� If he bypassed that and just went with
something like he was being home schooled now, that would invite enough more
questions.

Then there were his parents and Shori.� He really should go and visit them one of
these days.� But they were so
suffocating!

�Welcome,� greeted a woman behind the counter.

�Hello,� Yuri returned.

It was a different woman from before.

�What can I do for you?�

Yuri walked up to the counter and smiled at the
unfamiliar woman.� �Yes, I received a
call saying my order was ready for pick up?�

�Of course!�
And your name?�

�Shibuya.�
Yuri.�

�Alright. �Just give me a minute.�

The woman skirted the counter and vanished into the
backroom through the swinging doors.

Sagging, Yuri held a hand over his stomach as it
rolled and rebelled.� He hoped he could
pull this off.

+---+---+

Attired in his favorite baseball jersey over a
white long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans, Yuri strolled casually down the
street with his hands tucked into the front pockets of his pants lost in
thought.� When his hand clasped around a
small circlet sitting deeply in his pocket, a small smile crossed his face.

He wondered what a demon wedding ceremony
involved.� Was it anything like a human
wedding?� If he were not afraid that
asking someone at the castle would open Pandora�s Box, he would talk to
G�nter.� Yuri was almost certain that the
self-appointed King�s Aid had gone over the details before, but G�nter tended
to drone on and on and on and on�

No offense to his purple haired advisor, but
listening to G�nter was more boring than reading The Old Man and the Sea and that was saying something.� He had not been able to get passed the very
first sentence before he was out like a light.�
It was a more affective sleep aid than popping a handful of sleeping
pills.

Maybe he could sneak off into town when he got back
home.

+---+---+

(Covenant Castle)

The ceiling was lost amid a heavy cloud of
steam.� The flickering lights from the
chandelier barely penetrated the thick layer of fog.� Wolfram watched as if hypnotized as the candle
flames danced to music only they could hear.

A splash jerked Wolfram out of his trance.� Pushing away from the rim of the bath where
he had been lounging, Wolfram�s hand automatically flew to his side where his
sword would normally be kept.� He cursed
when he remembered that it was lying along with his clothes back in the
bedroom.

�Who�s there?�
Show yourself,� he demanded.

Raising his hand out of the water, he mentally
called on his powers.� A swirl of fire
appeared to form a sphere of fire in his palm.�
The flickering flames cast shadows about his face.

Out of the steam that lay upon the bath floated a
metal object that sparkled in the light from his fireball.

The flames of his sphere sputtered and went out, as
if it were nothing more than a candle from a birthday cake.

He grabbed the object when it came within
reach.� Wolfram blinked.� A ring?

Wolfram twirled around, searching the king�s
private bath.� Just because he could not
see anybody did not mean that there was not someone there.

He brought the ring up to study it more
closely.� It was made of some mysterious
black metal he had never seen before.

�Aah!�� Emerald eyes went wide.

Engraved upon the black band was a blue
shield.� Upon the shield was Yuri�s
crest.� A lion with a strand of white ivy
in its mouth.

�Yuri.�

�So,� came the sudden voice from behind him.

With a yelp, Wolfram spun around.� He gave a cry of alarm as the ring jump out
of his hand and nosedived into the water with a plunk, vanishing beneath the
deep waters.� �Dammit
wimp!� Look at what you made me do!�

Chuckling, Yuri held out a fisted hand towards
Wolfram.

�What are you up to wimp?� Wolfram demanded
suspiciously.

Turning his hand over, he started to uncurl his
fingers one by one.� When his hand was
lying open, Wolfram�s eyes went wide.

�But how?� the demon prince gasped.� �I saw it fall into the water!�

Yuri shrugged.�
�It�s a trick I learned from my uncle.�

His eyes never leaving the ring in Yuri�s hand,
Wolfram swam across the bath towards his fianc�.� He was not sure why but his heart was beating
wildly within his chest.

Yuri held out his free hand.

With an eyebrow cocked, Wolfram glanced from it to
Yuri.

Yuri just smiled.

Wolfram slid his hand within Yuri�s.

�To do this properly, we really should be out of
the bath, but oh, well.� This�ll work
too.�

Wolfram drew his brows together.� �Do what properly?� What are you up to?�

�This.�

Yuri grasped Wolfram�s hand gently as if he were
planning to plant a kiss on it, as if Wolfram were some noblewoman.� Wolfram opened his mouth to yell at the damn
wimp, but the retort that was formulating slipped away from his grip and
floated into nothingness when Yuri took the ring and slipped it onto the third
finger of his left hand.

His mind gone blank, Wolfram blinked.� He held his hand up and studied the
ring.� It fit perfectly.� �Wha-?� Yur�ri�� He dropped his
hand.

Emerald met onyx.

Yuri smiled.�
�Wolfram Von Bielefelt.� Will you do me the honor of marrying me?�

Emerald eyes went wide.

A war of emotions raged within him.� There was a part of him that wanted to throw
all his inhibitions away and glom Yuri as G�nter seemed to do on a daily basis,
but the more rational part of Wolfram wanted him to play it cool.� In the end, Wolfram just said, �screw it� and
threw himself at his fianc�.

The first time, Yuri asking for his hand in
marriage had been an accident.� Even
though, slowly over the years, their feelings for each other had merged to
become one and Yuri had accepted the idea of being married to another guy,
there had always been some part of Wolfram that had always been waiting for the
other shoe to drop.� But this time Yuri
had asked him to marry him out his own free will.� It was a dream come true.

�Yuri!�

Taken by surprise, Yuri lost his footing and together
the two of the sunk into depths of the bath.

They emerged moments later, sputtering and
coughing.

�I take it that means yes?� Yuri assumed.

+---+---+

(A Week
Later)

With her long green hair up in a loose braid and her
pristine white uniform hidden under a long white lab coat, Gisela- adopted
daughter of the demon king�s aid- lowered her hands as the blue glow enveloping
them faded.�

�Well,� Wolfram demanded from his prone position on
the examination table.�

�It seems as if congratulations are in order, Your
Highness,� Gisela smiled down at the demon prince.� She inclined her head slightly.

Emerald eyes went blank.� Frowning, Wolfram stared up the older demon
woman in confusion.�
Congratulations?� Why was she congratulating
him on being sick?� What kind of asin�ine�?

Gisela watched as comprehension slowly dawned.

Eyes going wide, Wolfram flew up.� �What?!� Wolfram bellowed.

+---+---+

Wolfram stood before the study doors.� Sentries standing at attention in their
starch black uniforms and with their lances at their sides stood on either side
of the doors.� Wolfram was not sure how
they could protect their king if they were not in the study with Yuri.� What good could these soldiers be if they
were not actually with their
charge?� He would have to speak with Gwendal about that.�
But knowing his big brother, Wolfram had a feeling Gwendal
would praise the day the �perverted, lecher of a demon king� was taken away
from his �precious baby brother�.

He wondered what his big brother would think of his
�baby brother� if the mighty Commander in Chief were to learn that Wolfram had
been the initial seducer and not the seductress.� Wolfram snickered.

Checking to make sure the buckles were properly
buttoned on the sleeves of his regulation uniform jacket, Wolfram then yanked
at the cuffs of his jacket.� He stretched
his arms out in front of him.� Then fixed
an already perfect collar.� Straightening
his white ascot, he ran his fingers over the silver ornamental chain that held
it in place.� He smoothed his hands over
his belt to make sure it was properly looped.�
Then fingered the leather strap that was secured across his chest.� Tugging at the hem of an already orderly blue
uniform jacket to straighten out the non-existent creases, Wolfram ran his
hands down the front of his jacket to smooth out any wrinkles that might have
appeared.� His hands paused over his
abdomen briefly.� A smile tugged at the corners
of his lips before he fought it back and worked his fingers through his hair.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spied one of the
guards watching him in amusement.

�What?� Wolfram snapped in annoyance.

Caught, the guard snapped back to attention with
his face flaming in embarrassment.�
�Nothing!� Sir!�

Giving the man a not so pleasant once over, Wolfram
turned his nose up with a sniff.

It was now or never, Wolfram thought.� He took a deep breath.

+---+---+

�Shibuya Yuri Harajuku Furi,� Yuri scrawled at the bottom of the parchment.� The quill flowed with such ease that he
speculated whether or not the black feathered writing instrument was
bewitched.� He had signed so many
documents over the years that Yuri was sure if he were to pass out, his hand
would continue unabated.

After sitting down with Gwendal
not too long ago, Yuri�s paperwork had reduced drastically.� For which Yuri was extremely thankful, but a
great part of Yuri�s day was still taken up with stacks upon stacks of
paperwork.� Yuri had a sneaking suspicion
that his Commander in Chief was finding work for him to do just out of spite.

This particular document was a petition to formally
adopt a day designated as honoring mother�s here in the Great Demon
Kingdom.� Knowing his subordinates as he did, Yuri had
a feeling that Anissina had something to do with
it.� Lady Von Karbelnikoff
had stepped up her campaign for women�s rights over the last couple of years
ever since she discovered that Yuri sympathized with her cause.

Yuri felt it was only proper to have a Mother�s Day
seeing as after celebrating it as an informal holiday for the last several
years, Father�s Day was finally designated as a legal holiday just last year.

He wondered though, if this would not invite a
floodgate of petitions from the women�s rights leader in the near future.� Not that that was not a good thing.� Just the opposite in fact.� Yuri had no qualms with giving women here in
the Great Demon Kingdom
the same rights as the men.� The problem
was that Anissina was already more than a little
aggressive as it was and difficult to live with.� If she stepped up her campaign anymore than
it already was, she would be impossible to live with.

Yuri shrugged.

He would just have to cross that bridge when he
came to it.� And besides, would it really
be a bad thing?� Lady Von Karbelnikoff was working towards a brighter future for all
the women in the kingdom including his daughter and Nicola.

Some sacrifices had to be made for the sake of
progress.� Though, Gwendal
would most likely not see it that way.� A
devilish grin crossed Yuri�s face.� That
was even more reason to approve whatever else Anissina
had up her neon pink sleeve.� He chuckled
slyly.�

It may be childish, but playing with Gwendal was one of the highlights of the young demon king�s
day.

Moving the document to the �approved� pile, Yuri
went to grab the next one when the study doors burst open with twin angry
crashes.� Yuri had an eerily strong sense
of d�j� vu.

�Wimp,� Wolfram roared as he strode into the study.

Startled, Yuri�s head snapped up.� At the sight of his blond headed,
emerald-eyed fianc�, Yuri felt his spirits lift.� �Wolfram,� he greeted with a grin.

His step faltering, Wolfram�s felt his heart skip a
beat.� A rosy tint colored his
cheeks.� Shaking it off, Wolfram steeled
himself and marched across the study towards his fianc�.� He heard the muffled �click� as the doors
closed behind him.

�How was your appointment?� Yuri asked, sitting
back in his chair.

He had finally gotten a new chair.� Well, technically, it was not new new.� It was newer than the ancient piece of crap
that he had been using.� In fact, when Gwendal left for Voltaire
Castle last week, located east of the Great Demon
Kingdom, Yuri snuck into
his study and switched their chairs.� He
could not wait to see Gwendal�s reaction when the man
returned later today.

Wolfram�s eyes went hard as he glared over the desk
at Yuri.� �It�s your entire fault,� he
accused.

Yuri jumped to his feet.� �Me?�
What did I do?�� A wave of guilt
washed over him.� Was Wolfram�s illness
as serious as he had feared?� Was it
because of something he did?� Or worse
yet, something he had not done?

Wolfram quickly suppressed a pleased smirk that
threatened to rise as he spied the guilt and concern that flashed across Yuri�s
face.

For the past few weeks, Wolfram has been dealing
with an upset stomach and feeling nauseous.�
He has also been unusually fatigued.�
Because of his stubborn pride, Wolfram had refused to go and see Gisela.� But Yuri had finally had enough of being
woken every single morning to the sound of his fianc� puking his guts out.� So, worried that it could be something
serious, Yuri had ordered Wolfram to see Gisela.� Wolfram had been none too pleased.

Wolfram said in an accusatory tone, �Well, thanks
to you, it looks like I will not be getting better any time soon.�

Obsidian eyes went wide.� Yuri clutched his chest.� His legs unable to hold him up any longer,
Yuri collapsed into the chair bonelessly.� �Wolfram��

Enjoying teasing his flirtatious wimp of a fianc�,
Wolfram placed his hands in the middle of the desk and leaning over it towards
Yuri, said in as serious a tone as he could muster, �Approximately thirty-six
weeks.�

Yuri�s heart gave another painful jolt.� �Wha-?�

�That�s how long it�ll take until these symptoms
disappear.�

Yuri went still.�
He blinked blankly up at Wolfram.�
Something was tugging at the corners of his mind.� Something G�nter told him.

Wolfram saw the wheels spinning in Yuri�s empty
head.� How he had fallen for such a moron
was beyond him.

It was fleeting.�
That something.� It was teasing
him to no end.� It would come close
enough for Yuri to be able to reach out and grab it, but when he tried to do
just that, it fluttered just out of his reach.�
�Wait,� Yuri said slowly.�
�Wolf�Are you�?�� No, it was not possible.� �What�are you�saying?�� He felt lightheaded and on the verge of
passing out.

Straightening, Wolfram sauntered around the desk
and placed himself behind Yuri�s chair that resembled Gwendal�s
an awful lot.� Placing his hands lightly
on Yuri�s shoulders, Wolfram bent forward and touched Yuri�s ears with his lips
and whispered the news he had been told by Gisela.

+---+---+

From outside the study, the elite bodyguards in
their black uniforms and matching caps pulled low over their grim serious faces
heard a shout followed by a muffled thud and a loud clatter.

+---+---+

Lady Celi�s hands
fluttered to her cheeks.� �Oh, my,� she
whispered.� �Is that true, Gisela?� she
asked the woman sitting opposite her.

Gisela sipped her tea calmly and nodded.

Greta giggled delightfully and bounced in her chair
in barely contained joy.

�Wonderful,� Lady Celi
exclaimed, clapping her hands together.�
�Oh, how delightful!� It looks
like we will be having that wedding after all!�

+---+---+

Conrart stood at the foot of the staircase and watched as
his big brother rode through the gates on his regal black stallion.� Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and
prayed to the Great One that Gwendal would not take
this news as bad as he feared he would.

---TBC---

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