This will contain contain ten short chapters. I'm assuming each chapter will be about 1K words, give or take a hundred. We'll see. I hope you all enjoy this new fic. :)

The first time Yuuri met Wolfram, he fell for him.

Literally.

Yuuri had just gotten to Shin Makoku. And for a reason he still couldn't seem to explain, his horse went crazy and then started running straight towards Blood Pledge Castle. He couldn't hold himself back from screaming (probably like a lunatic, but Yuuri didn't care.) And then it presumably dropped him on his backside and onto the ground. It was quite painful and the dark man with the furred brow and sour attitude wasn't helping Yuuri's situation at all. Yuuri had remembered meeting many good looking Mazoku that day. But none of them actually made him stop breathing and have a loss for words. But that is exactly what happened when a blond haired Mazoku walked toward him and came into Yuuri's line of sight. Yuuri remembered thinking of him as a pretty boy. Which honestly never really changed over the course of the years when he thought about the blond. Yuuri also remembered wondering how it was possible for a boy to be so pretty looking. He was the type that made Yuuri look like nothing. The one who stood in the background. The blond was like an angel in Yuuri's eyes.

Until, that is, he first spoke.

"You can't be serious," he spoke with a scowl on his face as he looked towards Conrad. "This Wimp is supposed to be the next King? This must be some kind of joke."

Joke? Wimp?

Apparently this boy wasn't an angel. He was literally just a demon disguised as one. The moment was completely ruined. Yuuri could breathe again and his voice came back. The dumbfounded expression on his face left as annoyance and a glare replaced it. How could someone be such a brat? And a spoiled one at that. Yuuri realized then and there that one should never judge a book by its cover. He may look like an angel, but it was only a vessel for the irritating brat inside.

"Wimp?! I'm not a wimp!" Yuuri responded angrily.

Wolfram then turned his glare onto him, "Says the one on the ground."

How can one person make your blood boil so much? Yuuri didn't know. But he wanted so much to respond back. When has he ever let someone get under his skin so much? Yuuri doesn't remember ever letting someone get to him so much. He was always the one to usually just let things go. Because what was the point of arguing? It never really got you anywhere. But,Yuuri had to admit, this blond brat really needed to be knocked down a few. The way he looks down on people makes Yuuri angry. He wanted to scream back at him. But Yuuri refrained. Because, if anything, that would make him look a bit childish. Of course, Yuuri wasn't opposed to drastic measures if the blond kept pushing.

"Your Majesty," Conrad interrupted him before he could respond to him. "Why don't you go take a bath in the Maoh's private baths. You probably want to freshen up. And then we can have dinner and we'll explain everything to you. Alright?"

Yuuri relaxed at Conrad's voice. The anger slowly started to leave him and his blood started to settle again. A grin made it's way onto Yuuri's face as he turns back to look at him.

"Yeah!" Yuuri answers him. "That sounds great!"

"Humph!" The blond answered with such a superior air about him that it made Yuuri scowl. Yuuri had to bite his bottom lip to refrain himself from responding to him. He just stood up and let Conrad lead him to the Maoh's private baths.

It was quite relaxing until a blond woman that looked a lot like the brat he met outside came out of nowhere and freaked him out. Of course, he found out later that it was Conrad's mother. He also found out about Wolfram- the irritating blond brat he met- and Gwendal- the dark man with the furred brow and sour attitude that he also met. The three of them are all brothers. Which Yuuri admitted did throw him for a bit of a loop. They all shared the same mother. Celi. The blond that invaded his bath earlier.

Remember how Yuuri said that he wasn't against using drastic measures if it was necessary? Well, Yuuri proved that when he slapped Wolfram after he insulted his mother. And Yuuri didn't regret it. Not one bit. Because the brat completely deserved it. He couldn't expect to say something like that about his mother and get away with it. That is, until Celi was squealing in excitement and Yuuri was completely confused.

"That's wonderful!" Celi says with a huge smile on her face. "The proposal is official!"

Yuuri could only stare blankly at her and all angry feeling left him. What did she just say? While she was fussing over Wolfram, Yuuri turned to Gunter hoping for some explanation.

"In accordance to an old custom of this nation, you just proposed to him," Gunter explained to him calmly.

Proposal? What? You mean...

"You asked for his hand in marriage."

That was officially the stupidest thing Yuuri has ever heard! Whoever decided that a slap was a proposal?! And picking up a knife was agreement to a duel? What kind of place did he end up in?!

And on top of all that, he was now engaged to a royal blond brat. However was he going to get through all of this? They are both boys, after all. Maybe it will all just blow over at some point...

At least that's what Yuuri had hoped.