Chapter 1:

"Damnit! What in Shinous name am I supposed to do?! And where am I supposed to be?!", Wolfram grumbled as he ran through the castle halls and hallways.

Something was awfully wrong. Wolfram couldn't put his finger on what it was but his instincts or whatever told him that something was happening that shouldn't happen at all. Every cell of his body screamed for him to move, move move. Someone had to be in danger and he either needed to rescue or protect him or her. It had to be someone that Wolfram knew well enough (of that he was sure) or he certainly wouldn't feel that way. But where he was needed remained a mystery still.

"Damnit!"

Wolfram paused in his running to catch his breath and think. Where had he checked already?

First he'd checked on Yuuri, who he found at Gwendals office with Gwendal and Gunter. They were safe. Second, he met Anissina and Greta on their way to the kitchen to get some cookies. They were also safe. Third, he knew that Conrad was meeting up with Josak. They had to be safe as well. His mother was once again on a love cruise, even if she was in danger he couldn't do anything. Hell, Wolfram didn't even know where she went this time. Also the Great sage and the priestesses were obviously safe at Shinous castle. No need to check there. Same thing with the maids, guards, the soldiers and any other staff member of the castle. He wasn't even close to those people.

And then it finally dawned on him.

"Gisela.", he breathed out.

Why hadn't he thought of her at all? Obviously because she's a healer and Gunter always made sure that she was guarded from any kind of harm.

Wolfram could only hope he got to Gisela on time and none of the worst case scenarios playing in his mind came true by the time he arrived at the healing quarters.


How could she be so stupid?! Why had she let herself be alone with a man who clearly lusted after her since the day she met him as her new appointed guard. He had caught her off guard, his body weight rendered her immobile on the hard infirmary floor, one hand pinned her hands above her head and the piece of fabric stuffed into her mouth prevented her from screaming for help. Gisela couldn't do a thing to save herself and the more she squirmed under his groping the more aggressive he got.

"Ya want this don't ya woman? Ya've been looking at me the whole day. Playing hard to get, but I know what the likes of ya do. Ya little medic girlies are doing it with every man ya get into the infirmary don't ya? Oh I bet ya lot are screwing each other as well.", he panted into her ear, the fingers of his free hand digging painfully into the skin of her breast.

Nobody would come to save her from this. After all she was supposed to be safe and protected from things like that right now. Why else would she need a guard?

She felt so used. So dirty. So filthy. He had ripped the font of her dress in his eagerness to touch her skin. His arousal scraped against her womanhood as he rutted against her, his dick getting harder by every move.

"I bet ya did it even with ya father ya little bitch. Why else would a nobleman adopt ya.", he grunted, moving his hand from her breast between her legs. And then his hard-on poked against her hole, tearing her insides apart as he thrusted into her.

It hurts. Everything hurts and she just wanted it all to stop. It was all so painful.

She could feel herself close to crying. Tears were forming, clouding her eyes but Gisela willed herself not to let them fall. When all this was over she would allow herself to bawl her eyes out. But not now. She closed her eyes to keep her tears at bay. He already destroyed her body. She wouldn't let him destroy her mind and take her sanity. If she could just pretend…if she could just image something else in her head she could survive though this.

Please let this be over soon.

"Gisela!"

Wolfram? But how?

"Get off of her you disgusting piece of trash!", she could hear Wolfram growl. The man stopped shocked and let go off her instantly, his body leaving her completely. Only to turn around to face Wolfram with a scowl.

"Ya brat! How dare ya!", the guard screamed and lunged at the blonde.

Gisela blinked. It all happened so fast.

Within seconds everything changed. Shifted. Wolfram was suddenly next to her, gently pulling the piece of fabric out of her mouth.

"Gisela are you with me? Can you hear me? I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough. But I'm here now. He can't hurt you anymore now and he won't hurt you ever again. It's over now."

Wolframs voice was a comforting sound in her ears. His hands on her shoulders were warm, slender, soft and gentle as he pulled her into a sitting position, so unlike the calloused, rough meaty paws of her rapist. And she was glad that Wolfram was so much different from that guard.

She could see the other man, her rapist, lying across the room in a faraway corner. Unconscious. Bleeding. Nude and with remaining bits of torched clothes and at least first-degree burns.

"I would have loved to kill him for what he did to you. But it's your right alone to decide his fate."

Healing magic spread from Wolframs warm palms over her body, curing her of any physical pain. His steady, calm, caring voice was like a lifeline, reassuring her mind that the abuse was over. Finally.

Gisela could only stare at the supposedly selfish Little Lord Brat, the young man who only ever publicly cared for his majesty Yuuri and little Greta. The Fire Mazoku was here with her, when he could be with either or both of them. He had come for her rescue like the charming, knightly prince she used to dream about as a young girl and defied her abuser, this monster of a man.

And now she found comfort in his presence, felt safe and sheltered from any harm in the world.

How did he know she was in danger?

"Oh Shinou, I'm so sorry.", Wolfram mumbled, blushing, eyes diverting from her, hands leaving her shoulders.

Gisela blinked once again and watched him pull his jacket off, only for him to throw it over the front of her body to cover the nudeness of her most private body parts. When it finally dawned on her it was her turn to be embarrassed and she hastily pulled herself into a human ball, legs tucked under her butt, arms holding his jacket close to her front.

His blue uniform jacket was as warm as the blond himself. The fabric smelled like musk, sweat and subtle flowery scented much like his namesake growing in the gardens. And although the jacket didn't manage to cover much on itself, it still felt like a safety blanket.

Wolfram was so sweet to her. So different from his usual self.

She looked into his eyes, fearing to find pity and disgust in those emerald orbs. But there was none of that. There was no pity, no disgust and certainly no malicious joy in his eyes, just serious concern and true compassion towards her. And as the eyes are windows to the soul Gisela instantly knew that Wolfram truly, sincerely cared for her and her wellbeing.

The walls in her broke. And she sobbed. Cried. Wailed. Grieved. And cursed the swine of a man that did this unforgivable thing to her in every foul word she could think of.

Wolfram stayed with her through every bit off her breakdown.


"Will you be okay if I leave you for a moment? I'll go get your father and tell the maids to bring you something to wear and to draw a bath for you."

Gisela nodded, he guessed that she temporarily lost her voice with all her crying and screaming.

Wolfram bit his lip as he stood up from his kneeling position next to the green haired woman. He was unsure if he should really leave her alone after what just happened to her. He knew all too well how Gisela was feeling right now. He had gone through the exact same thing at a point in his life many years in the past. He was just a child back then, abused by his own father. Back then he was forced into intercourse too many times to count on his fingers alone. And whenever his mother showed him off to her guests, he could practically count on being assaulted in some way.

Only his uncle Waltrana knew of this, his darkest secret. He had never told his brothers. Especially not his mother. It was better to let them think of him as a brat rather than pitying him for being misused in his childhood. It's in the past now anyway.

Eventually Wolfram left Gisela alone, but only after he called for guards to take the unconscious assaulter to the dungeons. He also called for the maids to get a hot bath ready for Gisela and deliver some clothes to the poor girl. Wolfram also left his sword with Gisela, for her comfort and for her protection.

And then with fast strides Wolfram made his way to Gwendals office. He actually reached the chamber rather quickly. There he took a moment to catch his breath and then Wolfram slammed the doors open. Instantly he had the full attention of the three men in the office.

"Gunther your daughter needs you immediately. Please accompany me on the way to her without further delay.", Wolfram announced in as much seriousness and authority, that even made Gwendal look harmless.

Wolfram ignored the shocked faces of Gwendal, Yuuri and Gunter that his sudden entrance has caused. He needed to get back to Gisela before she harmed herself. Like he had done so many times in the past. His healing magic had helped him to cover his doings. And Gisela was way better at healing wounds and scars than he was. So he turned immediately and half-run half-walked back to where he had found Gisela.

He could hear Gunther stumbling after him without questions –probably too worried about his daughter to argue. Gwendal and Yuuri had to follow close behind Gunter if Wolfram guessed the amount and the sound of footsteps right.

Oh well whatever. He can't keep Yuuri away from this even if he tried.


The moment Wolfram left her alone, Gisela wasn't alone for long. Two maids soon entered the chambers with arms full of new clothes. Gisela couldn't help but feel ashamed for her appearance although the two maids said nothing, nor did they look at Gisela. They only helped her change and soon left with the torn clothes, mumbling about preparing the requested bath. The same went for the guards, who came to take her assaulter to the dungeons.

Now dressed once again and with the bastard out of her sight, Gisela felt a bit safer. Wolfram's sword helped in grounding her as well. So Gisela waited for Wolfram to return with her father. In a spur of the moment Gisela slipped into Wolframs jacket, which made her feel a bit more protected than the new clothes. And then she paced the chambers, too wind up to sit still, holding Wolframs sword close to her body.

Things will be okay. She'll be okay. Her father will make sure of it. Wolfram will make sure of it. She's not alone. She's safe. She's protected. He'll never hurt her again.