Reminders: I'm not sure how Sir Weller's first name should be spelt. So I just decided to use Conrart when narrating and Conrad when writing Yuri's thoughts and dialogues that refer to him.
PURE
Chapter 1
Yuri allowed himself a subtle smile. He was now a young man of twenty-two. His black hair reached his neck, like Conrart's did when the soldier was younger.
It had been seven years since he first came to the Demon Kingdom and six since he chose to live as a Demon. To say that the young king still had a lot to learn would have been an understatement, but his enthusiasm was such a welcome reminder of his growth and accomplishments that it almost didn't matter.
The ten nobles were just as stern and he valued their opinion but he never let them forget his position. He was still extremely prejudiced in favor of diplomacy when dealing with unpleasant people regarding matters which were political in nature, though he would sometimes give orders to resort to more aggressive methods.
Everything else was pretty much the same. He would still go back to Earth occasionally, he still had an over-protective older brother, and his mother's curry was still the best he had ever tasted.
And then there was Wolfram, to whom he accidentally made a marriage proposal. Wolfram had been less than thrilled about his fiancé's evasiveness, and Yuri hadn't been happy about it either. He thought about it carefully and saw the blonde's point, and concluded that breaking the engagement was the only way to end their suffering, but he also knew that doing that wasn't going to be an agreeable affair.
Then again, neither is our so-called relationship. And Conrad's been cold lately, too.
Conrart Weller had indeed been keeping his distance. It started when Yuri confessed to the brunette, and for a moment the younger man thought of nothing else but the priceless gleam in Conrart's eyes and of how perfect and utterly opportune that late afternoon was, until the soldier's seemingly overjoyed expression turned into a sad one, taking with it everything.
Yuri understood his hesitation but he still couldn't justify it. He mentally laughed at himself as he playfully rubbed the stone floor with his black leather shoes as though trying to put off a cigarette he just finished smoking, his hands in his pockets.
Darn it, Conrad. Your intentions are just too pure. Jerk.
To Be Continued