Metals clashed. Shibuya Yuuri, the 27th Maoh of Shin Makoku, was finally getting better in handling his demon sword, Morgif. It had been two years and a half since he found out that both his parents were mazokus, thus made him one too. He arrived at Blood Pledge Castle, his new home, and was made aware of the demon world's history and culture.

There, he also met Conrad's – the man who gave him his name and was also his godfather- two siblings; the eldest of the three, Lord Gwendal von Voltaire, was the head of the Voltaire family, one of Yuuri's royal advisers, as well as the head of Shin Makoku's private soldiers (mostly composed of spies). This grumpy man was well known for his fondness of cute stuff and knitting, and his serious attitude regarding work.

And there was the the youngest, Lady Wolfam von Bielefeld who's considered one of Shin Makoku's greatest swordsmen and also the youngest at the age of 17. Not only a great fire wielder, but she also carried the Gift of Youth. Her body, which stopped aging when she turned 15, would only look a year older after a hundred years. This and the fact that she was breathtakingly beautiful –with silky, straight blonde hair and emerald green eyes- didn't really help her, or so she claimed.

She had constant suitors and they were pestering her. Another thing to make both men and women want her was her high social status, being the captain of Shin Makoku's elite guards which was second to the royal army –which in turn had Lord Conrad Weller as its captain, him being the best swordsman ever-. On top of that, she was also one of the Maoh's royal advisers, tactician-to-be, and his fiancée.

You would think that they made the perfect couple, what with Yuuri also having the gift of youth. There was no doubt that the King himself was very attractive, even back at Earth. His foreign looks but Japanese hair and eyes were greatly admired and wanted. Him and Wolfram made the perfect match.

Wrong. Because somehow, Yuuri always found himself regretting the proposal he made to the young lady…

-FLASHBACK—

It was Yuuri's coronation night. Wolfram, along with the others, swore undying loyalty to him at Shinou's temple, but Wolfram disappeared when they got back to the castle to change for the ball.

It was a grand ball; hundreds of noble men and women were present and they were all gathered in the castle's huge ball room. Some were greeting Yuuri while some were flirting, but all their effort was wasted when it was time for the customary first dance, in which Yuuri would choose a noble family's daughter/son to dance with.

He scanned the room for someone when he saw her; Wolfram was wearing a baby-blue silk gown that flowed through her body, accentuating her curves, but was puffy in the skirt. Her sleeves were adorned with floral designs and they reached her elbows. Her blonde hair that reached her thighs was simply down, which suited her gown. The whole outfit brought out her emerald eyes, emphasizing their beauty. Long story short, she was beautiful. Well, she always was.

She seemed to be talking to Conrad when Yuuri approached her. They stopped their conversation and bowed.

"Heika," they said in unison.

"That's Yuuri to both of you," he replied. Conrad chuckled.

"What brings you here when you're supposed to be dancing your first dance?" Wolfram asked, ignoring Yuuri's comment.

'This is it,' Yuuri thought before he extended his left arm.

"May I have this dance?"

Wolfram stared at his hand. Then she finally smiled and placed her right hand on his left. Yuuri smiled back and lead them to the centre of the room. He was expecting things, but Yuuri didn't expect to hear whispers, specially not rude comments.

"The Maoh got her."

"Why did she have to show up?"

"The immortal couple, eh?"

"The ice-princess is seriously going to dance?"

Yuuri peeked at the corner of his eyes to check Wolfram's reaction at these words, but she just had a smug smile.

When they were finally at the centre, Yuuri placed his right hand on Wolfram's waist while she placed her left on his shoulder. As if on cue, the musicians started to play a piece for a slow dance. So they danced.

After a while, Yuuri leaned down to whisper something in Wolfram's ear. "First time?"

She chuckled. "I always decline."

"I'm sure men are killing me now."

"Women are doing the same to me."

"That's because everyone wants you."

"Oh, not everyone," she disagreed.

"Would you name someone in particular?"

"Let's see… you?" She suggested.

The piece stopped, and so did they. Yuuri stared at Wolfram. She stared back. Their arms dropped to their sides.

"Yuuri?"

The king brought his right arm up and slapped her across the cheek.

Gasps were heard all around, followed by whispers of confusion, some dismay. Then they heard a squeal.

"How wonderful! Will you accept it, honey?" Wolfram's mother, Lady Cheri, asked.

Yuuri could practically read Wolfram's mind, 'Damn, what the hell is this, you jerk?'

"Of course," she said with a smile, but Yuuri knew better than to think that she was truly happy.

Everyone applauded, but the people of the castle knew that the nobles weren't pleased; they had instantly lost their chance with the new king.

"Now if you'll excuse us, I would like to talk to my fiancé."

Yuuri inwardly cringed at what he heard. Fiancé? If boyfriend meant commitment and a deep relationship, fiancé meant a lot more. If they only knew how much he feared those stuff, but if they did find out, they would think he was just being irresponsible. They wouldn't think that maybe, just maybe, something happened in the past that made him what he was today.

"It's so unfair," he whispered as he was being led to the balcony.

Wolfram opened the double doors, and where they expected to be alone, they spotted a couple eating each other's faces. Wolfram cleared her throat.

They jumped in surprise. "Your majesty, Lady Bielefeld… we, uh…" the man tried to explain.

"Please excuse us, Heika," was the woman's rude response. They left the balcony and closed the doors behind them. Wolfram's frown didn't leave with them, unfortunately.

She headed to the railings and just stood there, her hair being caressed by the wind. She didn't acknowledge him when Yuri silently followed her.

"Wolf-" he was immediately cut off.

"What in Shinou's name was that, Yuuri?" Wolfram asked, still not facing him.

"I'm sorr—"

"Don't you dare tell me you're sorry!"

"What do you want me to do?" Yuuri asked. Wolfram didn't answer. "Oh, come on, Wolfram. Don't be like that."

"Why, Yuuri? Why did you do that?" she asked. Her voice was shaking.

Yuuri grabbed her shoulder and turned her so she was facing him. Her eyes were glistening with tears, which was odd for her. She was the toughest person Yuuri ever met.

"It was… the spur of the moment… I guess I was just… taken away. I never intended to hurt you."

At that, Wolfram became angry. "Spur of the moment? You propose to someone you don't love because of the spur of the moment? You wimp!"

"Don't call me a wimp!" he said. "Besides, why did you even accept it in the first place?"

"Because I wanted to save your wimpy pride! You're the maoh! The king! You can't be turned down! And now that I've accepted it, if you call it off, my pride would be wounded!"

"Is this all about pride?" Yuuri asked. It was barely a whisper.

Wolfram took a few seconds to answer that. "Seeing that you do not harbor any feeling for me whatsoever, yes. It is."

Yuuri felt hurt. 'Odd.'

"Why? Do you? Do you have any feelings for me?" He found himself blurting out, not thinking.

"You are my king," was her simple answer. She flipped her bangs back with her hand and stared straight ahead to the town. "But I do tend to become possessive. So don't you even try to cheat on me, wimp."

"I'm not a wimp," Yuuri replied.

Wolfram didn't answer and turned, heading to the doors. When she noticed that Yuuri didn't move, she hung her head to the side. "Aren't you coming?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah," he said and left his spot.

"Wimp," Wolfram said before opening the huge doors.

-END OF FLASHBACK—

"Wimp."

Yuuri was brought back from his trance when Morgif was thrown out of his grip.

"I'm not a wimp. You're just too good," he defended. He retrieved Morgif and sheathed him. 'Enough for today.'

Wolfram came over and gave him a scrutinizing look. "You were spacing out. Is something bothering you?"

"No. It's nothing," he lied. "Let's take a shower before going to lunch?"

"Is that an invitation?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Um… uh…" he stuttered.

"Never mind. Come on."

A/N: Hey! Soooo, this is my first KKM fanfic :D Criticism is accepted (it'll help a lot) Please review, so I'll know if I should continue with this story :D