Love, Anonymous

Disclaimer – If I owned KKM, I don't think I'd be writing fanfiction.

A/N – I won't write much here, the main A/N is at the end. So let's get on with the story!

Wolfram looked around the deserted room. Dust coated every surface, as moths fluttered low over the sputtering candles. He looked skyward; the high ceiling gently sloped from the centre towards the sky-blue walls, which seemed to join seamlessly to the smooth wooden floor. Everything in the room had the tint of neglect in it. Wolfram scowled. Even if he hadn't used his room in quite a while, the maids should have still cleaned it. It was, after all, their duty to ensure that the castle was clean. He had a sneaking suspicion that they wanted him not to use it, and give up the idea of sleeping here if he ever came. Probably for those ridiculous bets they had over him and Yuuri. Wolfram von Bielefelt, however, was not one to give up, and closed the door behind him.

His mind drifted towards the reason he was in his old bedroom in the first place.

I've been such an idiot.

Suddenly drained, he collapsed face-down onto the bed, causing the thick layer of dust to suddenly move up. Almost immediately, he felt darkness eating at the corners of his vision, as he gave in to the pleasant sensation of nothingness that was sleep.

Five hours ago –

The sea was calm, the weather was perfect. The dying sun cast its rays upon the sea. The birds flew across the sky and the moon was just visible in the opposite direction.

All this splendour and beauty was lost upon a young, black haired king, who was uncharacteristically angry. The wind ruffled his hair as he leaned on the edge of the ship. The day before, he had been at a meeting with the King of Zoracia. He was coming back from a meeting with the king of Zoracia, to suggest a truce with the demon kingdom, where Wolfram had typically misunderstood the princess's polite welcoming gesture. He had shouted at him loud enough for the whole of the kingdom to hear. Not that this was unusual in any way, after all, it happened whenever Yuuri travelled abroad with Wolfram. He would have usually smiled in an embarrassed way and never have mentioned it again. But this time, Wolfram's accusations were completely baseless – he hadn't so much as said anything to her. It didn't help that over the past few months, as he had neared his sixteenth birthday, he had been starting to act more and more like the Demon King, and had been subsequently losing his temper more often.

It isn't my fault that it's traditional in Zoracia for monarchs to greet each other by kissing both cheeks! I thought he knew all those strange greetings from every kingdom. I shouldn't be the only one who has to learn all that complicated stuff…

Yuuri had been relatively cold towards Wolfram since yesterday. Wolfram had noticed his attitude, and had started to avoid him. Yuuri ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

He had always felt that he, as the twenty-seventh Demon King of The Great Demon Kingdom, had a great life. He loved baseball, his daughter, and he had even started to get used to his kingly duties. There was, however, a small problem in this monarch's picture perfect life: his possessive fiancé, Wolfram. He didn't even have a reason to be suspicious. It's not like he liked that noble girl from Zoracia.

It isn't even flirting, Yuuri thought angrily, casting a sideways glance at Wolfram, who was slightly green, Wolfram is just obsessive. In fact, the whole engagement was an accident.

I'll have a word with him when we get back, he vowed.

'Your majesty!'

The cries of one Gunter von Kleist could be heard over the whole of Covenant Castle. He swathed his favourite student and king in a hug. Wolfram remained oddly unresponsive. The rest of the castle assumed that this was due to his seasickness, but Yuuri knew better. He supposed that he could have gone a little easier on him, but the he needed to get Wolfram to leave him alone. The rest of the castle came down receive the party, which consisted of Yuuri, Conrad and Wolfram.

'How did the meeting go?' asked Gwendal, who had just arrived.

'It was a success,' answered Conrad, 'there are no longer war threats from that area.'

Celi came out along with Anissina.

'I see you're back from your cruise, mother,' said Conrad.

'Oh yes, all the good men seem to be taken,' she said, 'though I'll be setting off next week. I may have better luck then!'

'Gunter! Lemme go!'

'Yes, give me a chance!' cried Celi, though her eyes were on Wolfram, hoping to draw some kind of response.

Wolfram seemed to step out of some kind of stupor. He realized that everyone, with the exception of Yuuri and Conrad, was looking at him. He couldn't bear to shout at Yuuri, not after what had happened. Hoping to avoid suspicion, he promptly changed the topic, 'Shouldn't we be going for dinner? I mean…' He looked at the sky, 'it's getting dark. By the way, where is Greta?'

Celi looked at her son for a moment, but then quickly cottoned on, 'Well yes, of course Wolfie, you're right, we should be going. Greta is waiting for you inside. She missed you and Yuuri a lot.'

Ten minutes later they were all seated at the table. Greta was telling Yuuri about what she had been doing in his absence.

'I helped Anissina a bit with all of her inventions.'

'You're being far too modest, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you.'

Greta smiled, 'Thank you. Gwendal taught me how to knit cute things and Gunter read me some of Anissina's stories…'

She went on animatedly, and Yuuri smiled and nodded. He had missed his daughter. He looked up for an instant to glance at Wolfram, who was sitting on Greta's other side. He was talking with to Celi, and he looked troubled. Yuuri looked down again, to find Greta oddly quiet.

She was also grinning at him.

'So, what happened between you and Wolfram?' she whispered, 'come on, you can trust me.'

Yuuri was shocked. He never realized that his daughter was so astute.

'Ah… it is nothing of concern, Greta; it'll get sorted out in time,' he said, giving her a reassuring smile.

I hope.

'Well then, as I was saying, Gwendal had to go to the village to sort out a dispute between two farmers over some property. I wanted to come along, but Gwendal said that I couldn't go, but I kept on insisting so he…'

Yuuri was only too happy to forget about his problems concerning Wolfram, and listened to Greta attentively, who paused only to take a sip of water or nibble on her food.

'Mother, it is nothing of concern. You don't need to bother about it.'

'But Wolfram, I've never seen you like this. You aren't acting like yourself. How am I supposed to help you if I don't know what's going on?'

Wolfram closed his eyes and rested his forehead on his palm, 'Thank you for your concern, but I can take care of myself. I'm not a child anymore, Mother.'

Celi smiled at him and laid her hand over his.

'It's okay to need your mother sometimes, Wolfram. It doesn't make you any weaker.'

Wolfram opened his emerald green eyes and looked at her strikingly similar ones. She continued to smile at him, 'It is okay if you don't want to talk about it now, Wolfram, you're probably tired after the long journey. I'll talk to you tomorrow.'

'Thank you, Mother.'

'Are you sure about this?'

'Positive. It's already half done… all that is needed is a slight push in the right direction.'

'I think so too.'

'That's a majority. What are we waiting for? Let's begin!'

After dinner, Yuuri headed for his bedroom, where he found Wolfram sitting on his bed, facing the opposite direction. Yuuri was both surprised and relieved to note that he was in his blue uniform.

'You don't need to say anything,' said Wolfram as soon as Yuuri entered the room.

'Actually, Wolfram, I think I do.'

He wished he didn't. He knew that it was time to tell Wolfram the truth. He wished he was anywhere but in his room, with Wolfram sitting in front of him. But it had to be done. And now was the time.

Wolfram didn't look around. He wasn't stupid. He knew what Yuuri wanted to say, but he couldn't bear to hear it. It would be too final.

'No, you don't,' he said, 'I know what you want to say, your majesty.'

'You do?' said Yuuri, feeling awkward.

Wolfram finally turned around and stepped gracefully off the bed, 'Thank you for allowing me to stay in your room, your majesty, but I know now how much I have been troubling you. You should have let me know sooner.'

Yuuri looked at him. This was how he had wanted things to turn out… but then why did he feel so empty and lonely?

'But…'

Wolfram looked up at him, and then to Yuuri's amazement, smiled, 'I hope we are still friends?'

'Of course we are,' he mumbled, and then, in a slightly annoyed voice, 'and you still retain the right to call me Yuuri.'

'Well then, goodnight, Yuuri.' With that, Wolfram strode out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. He let his smile collapse as soon as the door shut. He stood staring at the door foe a few seconds.

Goodbye, wimp.

With that, he turned around and ran to his room.

The next day -

A sharp noise woke Wolfram from his deep sleep. Groaning, he sat up and opened his eyes.

There. The thing that had made the noise that had woken him up. Something on the window… the bright sunlight made it hard to make out… it looked white.

A messenger pigeon.

It was snow white, with a large, flat brown package tied to its leg. On the centre of that package, in small ornate letters, was his name. Wolfram looked at it in confusion. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him, and he ripped open the paper covering to reveal an envelope. He ran his hand through the thick, creamy parchment before melting the wax seal with a quick burst of fire and unfolded the letter.

Dear Wolfram,

Everyday I see you, your beautiful hair, your stunning emerald eyes, I experience a most wonderful feeling… over time, I came to know that this feeling is called love. I love you, and everything about you. Your voice, your looks, your passion… It pains me to see you with someone else, and I know that I love you better. Consider this, and always know that I am there with you, wherever you are.

Love, Anonymous.

For one split second, Wolfram thought that it was from Yuuri, but then banished the thought. There was no point getting his hopes up for something that was never going to happen. This person, whoever they were, would probably be delighted to know that this 'someone else' was no longer with him. They might be less delighted to know, however, that he did not intend to answer this letter. Wolfram suddenly wished that he hadn't opened the letter.

The door suddenly opened and Doria entered the room, 'Your Excellency, your mother has asked for you. Lord Gwendal is also with her and wishes to discuss the long ride that was planned for today…'

Her words died on her tongue when her eyes fell on the paper he held in his hand. Her mouth dropped open. She dropped the tray with the glass of water, as the glass broke into a thousand pieces and the water spread in every direction.

'It isn't…' she whispered. She looked up at Wolfram's stunned face.

Wolfram opened his mouth to tell her that it wasn't what she thought it was, that it wasn't from a secret admirer… he couldn't bear to imagine the looks on everyone's faces if they found out. Gwendal would probably interrogate every person in the castle. Conrad would probably already know whom it was from, after all, he had a habit of spying on Wolfram from behind trees and pillars. His mother would tell him how much he was like her… to sum it up, it would be his worst nightmare.

'Doria, it's not what you…' but he saw from the distant look in her eyes that it was of no use.

She wasn't listening to him. Recovering from her shock, her brain automatically processed the information and came up with a single result – Great gossip.

She turned around and ran to tell Sanguria, who in turn told a few soldiers, whose discussions were overheard by Gunter who wasted no time in going to tell Gwendal.

'It cannot be true.'

'It is,' insisted Gunter, 'Doria has seen it first hand. Wolfram has received a letter from a secret admirer. By the expression on Wolfram's face, she says, he was shocked.'

Gwendal looked up from his stack of papers, and looked over Gunter's shoulder at the doorway, to find Yuuri standing there.

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