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A/N: I was sad and depressed after watching KKM03. 2/3rd of the season was all SaraYuu and in the end, it ended with nothing. In a way I dread for S04 because I don't know what else the writer could come up with the torture Yuuram. So, I think I will begin to explore other pairing options, either romantically or not just to ease the ache in my heart at the constant evading of Yuuram. Laugh if you will but I'm really really depressed with S03...

The stars looked much brighter when you are sitting at the highest point of a castle the blond thought to himself as he stretched against the jagged tiles of the roof. It was pass the hour for decent Mazokus to be awake but lying there alone with no one to judge him it was easy to forget who he was, or more accurately, WHAT he was.

An ex-prince, the youngest son of the previous Maou, a noble, the heir to Bielefield lands, the Maou's fiancée.

The night's silence was momentarily broken by his laughter, laughter that held no mirth, only deep resentment and suppressed bitterness. And alone, always alone. As he was right now. Alone.

And always will be.

Settling back down to his comfortable silence, he released a quiet sigh that disappeared into the darkness and once again his mind began to wander.

To his family, his soldiers, his fiance.

His reluctant fiance

His cheating fiance

His wimpy fiance

HIS fiance... but only in writing, only in words, only in his mind.

He knew he was being childish and selfish, a child holding onto a toy that wasn't his. A toy that belonged to a brunet soldier... or perhaps another blond bishonen.

"Yuri, do you like Sara Heika more than me? Is he prettier than me? More poised than me? Smell nicer than me? Better than me?"

"Wolfram, I can't answer that! You're two different people! Of course there are differences"

"Yes, so you've made clear"

Yuri never went rogue when he was hurt, never lay nose touching when they were hiding from the enemy, never walked in the gardens with him at night, never held his hand as he lay recovering.

Never cried when he died.

He didn't know if he was being unfair to think this, to expect so much from a man who wouldn't even acknowledge their engagement, to be so miserable.

He was miserable and he was tired of it. Tired of the jealousy, the rantings, the chasing. The irrationality. Yes irrationality because he knew, RATIONALLY, that nothing will change with the ending of their engagement. Yuri will always see him and treat him as a good friend and all the slaps in the world won't change that. And all the letters of dissolution won't change that either.

Rationally, he didn't know if Yuri was in love with Conrad, in love with Sara heika, in love with lady Flurin, he didn't know if T-Zou was the love of Yuri life, the only thing he DID know was that Yuri DIDN'T love him.

And right now, that had be enough.

As the sun rose from behind the mountains, so did the youngest son to his feet and nimbly made his way to the open window. Taking one last look at the fiery morning sky he knew like the sun, his fire would continue to burn, he would continue to rise each morning and he would continue to live. There will be no tears, no pain, no suffering at the end of this season, and for whatever season four will bring,

He will live, he will laugh and he will love.