With a lethal crash, the door to the royal baths nearly went flying off its hinges with the force of the youngest prince's blow. It groaned, swinging back slowly once the blonde had stalked past and latching so that no one else was permitted entrance while Wolfram was allowed his time to bathe. A jumble of items were dropped on the ground and the towel was thrown beside them, the frustrated youth stalking over to the taps and beginning to fiddle with them in order to get the hot water running, waiting until it had started to fill before adding in the bubbles. The scent of assorted floral wafted up from the steaming liquid, naked limbs slowly dipping down into the basin once it had filled up enough to be able to do so.
"That good for nothing…" hissed the youth, trying his absolute best to not let his anger to get the best of him, though that was rather a difficult task to manage. Keeping his wrath in check, especially when it involved the topic of his brainless fiancé, was something Wolfram continuously struggled with; he could be watching the black-haired maoh for x amount of hours and within that time span, the brat would end up either flirting with other people, be them man or woman, at least two dozen times. If it wasn't for his constant supervision, Wolfram feared the maoh would run off and marry someone else.
Yet despite all of the trouble he was worth, Wolfram could not help but feel gentleness towards the black-haired teen. Brows knit as he dwelled on this and sunk further down into the water, folding his arms tightly across his chest in a way that suggested he wanted to seem adverse to the idea, but deep down… it was inevitable. Over the years the other had come to Shin Makoku, he had wormed his way into the hearts of everyone with due time, starting his infection with Conrart and Gunter, and eventually working his way up the latter to even the stoic Gwendal and himself. How this had happened was a complete mystery other than the fact that Yuuri's personality was one that was both admired and occasionally scolded. Even so, all his people loved him, both the servants and his council, and Wolfram was no exception to that. The blonde prince prided himself in claiming that he was the maoh's fiancé, certain that there was no one in their entire kingdom that could adore their king more than he did.
Wolfram sighed and rested his head against the lip of the basin, allowing damp blonde strands to splay across the surface as he gazed upwards to the ceiling, silent in his contemplation over the subject. Whether he was furious over Yuuri's constant flirtation or soft towards his naivety, he had come to the conclusion that no matter what path their young maoh chose, he would follow him dutifully; with the rising steam, his irritation started to melt away, lost within the air above him that curled in wispy smoke trails. He was hopelessly in love with their aloof king, and he wasn't about to have it any other way… save for maybe the wimp could do with some lessons on reigning in his tendencies to flirt with others that he was not engaged with.
A soft smile came to the prince's lips as he allowed his eyes to finally close, the last of his anger drifting away. With the intoxicating scent of sweet flower petals and the calming aroma of the outdoors, he felt for once at peace, the fond memories of his king drifting in front of his vision. They had fashioned for themselves a family, considering Gretta as their daughter, and Wolfram had decided he really wouldn't have it any other way so long as he could see that Yuuri was happy and that they could all be together. So long as he was able to uphold that intention, there wasn't a thing the blonde was about to allow to disrupt that.