~A Prince's Lament~
The only thing that scared Wolfram was himself to be truly honest.
Every day he wished he was someone else; someone that was loyal and kind like Conrad or cool and collected like Gwendal.
But instead he was the loud hotheaded selfish prince.
That's all they say he is.
He could hear their whispers.
No one cared about him when he was forced into the engagement with Yuuri.
All they cared about how unfair it was for the Maou to be stuck with such an unworthy person.
So many people urged the new Maou to break the engagement but the boy would not.
And that surprised Wolfram.
He had no idea why.
Since he was so horrible why didn't Yuuri jump at the chance to be free of him?
Was he merely being the kind hearted king that he expressed or did he just pity the prince.
Determined to find out the real reason Wolfram gave Yuuri the full extent of his personality.
He belittled the Maou calling him a wimp and a cheater when he just looked at a girl (though Wolfram knew fully well that he wasn't cheating, the wimp didn't have a cheating bone in his body).
He followed him around constantly making sure he was exposed to the blonde as much as possible and forced him to go through rigorous sword training (giving the Prince another reason to belittle him).
But after a long time period nothing worked.
The black haired boy continued their engagement and started to put up with the blondes behavior.
Slowly the more the prince was around his king he no longer forced himself upon him choosing to simply observe his actions, cutting in when necessary.
A sort of unspoken peace came to the couple after a time but a little voice constantly nagged at Wolframs subconscious.
It whispered the words of the servants from months before exposing his flaws.
The real world and what he wanted clashed violently until one day the prince couldn't take it anymore.
He locked himself in his room for days ignoring his families and Yuuri's pleads for him to come out.
As he sat in the fire lit room the boy self examined himself but once he had finished he was disgusted with every aspect.
Emotions ran high and Wolfram lost control of his maryoku.
Every fire in the castle exploded in hot rage, scaring its occupants
Panic rained as the blonde silently suffered.
Yuuri was the first to realize his Fiancé was the cause and turned full Maou in an attempt to save him from himself.
The door had burst open violently and Wolfram regarded it lightly focused on burning away all his imperfections.
The black haired boy ran forward bringing the chaos driven prince into his arms.
Even after releasing his grip on his maryoku the rain the young king had caused continued still; cooling off Wolfram's emotions enough for him to add tears to the wetness that drenched the Maou's coat.
Soothing down the blonde Yuuri listened to the anguish the blonde had felt for years come pouring out of his tear stained lips.
Not judging.
Not reprimanding.
Not giving false promises.
The Maou simply listened; all the while taking mental note on how to heal his broken blonde, for he knew that he couldn't do it alone.
Not that he was going to let him anyway.
Besides the best way to cool a raging flame is to let it rain out.