Author's Note: Slight Conwolf and incest (teensey weensy)
A knock sounded at the nursery door. "Come in," Queen Celi chimed. A maid entered the room and spotted Wolfram playing on the floor.
"Wolfram?" The maid called to him. Wolfram looked up from his blocks and looked expectantly at the maid. "I've finished the doll you wanted." Excitedly, Wolfram jumped up and ran to the maid who produced a knit doll from a pocket in her dress. Wolfram grabbed the doll with a squeal and went back to where he was sitting. The maid, taking her cue, left the nursery.
"Wolfram," Gwendal said sternly. Annoyed at being distracted from playing with his new toy, Wolfram answered hotly.
"What?"
"Your manners."
As if a candle had been lit over Wolfram's head, Wolfram's eyes widened in realization and his mouth made an 'o' shape. Wolfram jumped up from his spot and opened the door. He had to go a ways down the hall but when he spotted the maid, he yelled a 'Thank You,' much to the amusement of Konrart and Celi (though to the disdain of Gwendal).
Once he came back to the room, Konrart asked, "What do you have there, Wolfram?" Wolfram smiled and climbed onto Konrart's lap.
"This is my baby." Both Konrart and Gwendal choked while Celi gushed.
"Oh, Wolfram, I'm so happy for you!" Wolfram blushed and giggled from his mother's attention. "Who is the father?"
"Konrart." Gwendal snapped his gaze on Konrart, who swallowed nervously.
"Hmm, what's this?" Celi grinned. "Konrart, have you been sneaking into Wolfram's room at night?"
"Mother!" Both boys cried. Wolfram looked at the three of them, confused.
"Konrart, you don't like our baby?" Konrart looked down at Wolfram's teary eyes at a loss of what to say or do. "But Konrart…we're going to get married…and we'll be expected to have kids…"
"Someone has warped his mind…" Gwendal muttered under his breath.
"Oh, Wolfram, of course you and Konrart will get married!" Celi enthused.
"…And it's his own mother."
Konrart, not wanting to hurt Wolfram's feelings but not wanting to lie, remained silent. Wolfram, noticing, began to cry.
"You don't love me."
"Of course I love you Wolfram."
"Then will you marry me?" Wolfram sniffed. Konrart hugged Wolfram and patted his back.
"Whatever you want." With that said, Konrart kissed the top of his golden head.
"You all spoil him." Gwendal said, obviously vexed.
"Now Gwendal, that's not fair. Just this week you've managed to knit Wolfram seven dolls in your busy schedule." Celi replied. Gwendal turned his head and grumbled.
"I don't know what your talking about." Celi grinned, all knowing. Suddenly, Celi got up from her seat.
"Well boys, I think I have some planning to do. I must be going."
All three of her sons watched her exit the room. Gwendal and Konrart exchanged looks. Gwendal's clearly stated, You are encouraging his feelings, stop it whereas Konrart's expressed What else could I have done? Though if you asked Konrart, he didn't mind and was truly flattered from Wolfram's sweet attention. He hugged Wolfram a little tighter. Besides...Wolfram would grow out of his infatuation soon enough.
The End.