"Yuuri... Yuuri..." Greta whispered into Yuuri's ear, nudging him gently. Her father responded with a loud snore and a complaint for Wolfram to stop abusing him. As if on cue, his fiancé grumbled, "Damn cheater," and sent Yuuri flying off the side of the bed. It was as good enough proof as any that Yuuri was now truly used to Wolfram's darker tendencies; he simply crawled back up onto the bed and collapsed into place.
The young girl smiled as she gazed upon the faces of her fathers, then quietly jumped to the floor and tiptoed out of the room.
Greta, by now, had wandered these halls plenty. She made her way through , finally reaching her destination of the castle's treasury. The stone floor was cold to her bare feet and she shuddered as the chill and damp of the room set in.
The moans and groans of the demon sword, Morgif, were becoming more and more apparent as Greta neared the back. She hurried along, finally entering visual range of her father's sword.
"Morgif!" In her joy, Greta raced to the wall to which Morgif was bound. The sword had a similar reaction, rattling under its chains in excitement. Greta gently stroked the blade near the tip, for that was all she could reach, though she longed to stand face to face with him.
"So, how are you?" Morgif groaned happily in reply and Greta giggled. "Good! I've been fine too! I've had lots of fun with Yuuri and Wolfram and... well..." The girl looked downcast, but shortly after, her face lit up, "I've missed you! I've been thinking it'd be fun if we could spend time together during the day... I'm always thinking about you when I'm playing with everyone."
Morgif's expression was a mix of satisfaction, agreement, and longing, as he stared down at the beautiful child before him. He moaned something that seemed to be a question, but became irritated with himself when Greta's face acquired a quizzical look. "Uhn uhn uhn uhn ugggghn!"
"Um, well..." Greta appeared ponderous for a moment. She then smiled knowingly. "Do you want to know if Yuuri and Wolfram know about us?" Morgif nodded, as much as a sword could, and Greta shook her head. "I don't think Yuuri would like it..."
Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the upper halls. Greta gasped. "I left later than I thought! I have to go, Morgif! The maids are waking up!" The Maou's daughter ran a hand along the part of the blade she could reach and kissed the tip of the sword as Morgif moaned a long and mournful good bye. "Bye, Morgy!" She ran off, her footsteps making padding noises as they hit the hard surface.
Morgif could hear the door open, but before it closed, three words echoed in the room.
"I love you!"
AN: Just... don't ask.