Hi, I'm Scarlet. This is my first time using fanfiction and writing fanfiction, so please be kind. I made this story to be interactive, meaning that you can ask the characters a question or ask them to explain something or their behavior at any point during the story. So I'll post a chapter(s), someone will have a question and I'll pause the story and have that character answer or explain whatever the reader ask (I'll pick the ones I want, I may answer multiple questions in chapter) so... ask questions or else I have to make them up. I wanted to do it this way to show character growth over time, though I don't think that this will be a very long fanfic. Don't worry, I do have a storyline planned, but I think for this particular story, this is will be very interesting. Also if you have any particular scenes (you don't have to go into detail, just tell me who, where, and what) or a few choice words you want to read in this fanfic, leave those in the review section too.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh! If I did, Yuuri and Wolfram would have been married by the end of the first season, at least. I do not make any money from this fanfic, though I wish I did.
Summary: Yuuri and Wolfram are married, but for political reasons. Yuuri still doesn't love Wolfram (consciously), but will he change his mind when he catches Wolfram committing adultery? Will he let it continue? Will he use it as grounds to divorce Wolfram and court other people, mainly women? But most importantly, will Yuuri cary out the punishment for treason?
Ch. 1
Yuuri's POV
I married Wolfram four years ago. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. Shin Makoku was suffering from an economic decline, mostly because of my ignorance of being a young king. After a second war with the humans five years ago, which we won (Belar just didn't know when to give up, he commit suicide after losing), I sent out supplies and loans to the human countries that suffered serious damage from the war. The problem was that the countries we… I mean I, loaned money to still haven't paid back the full amount yet. Shin Makoku came too close to not having enough money for the annual national budge that year. The aristocrats knew and they were furious. My people knew and they were terrified. I promised them peace before and after the war, but I gave away something that wasn't mine to give away: financial security after the second bloodiest war in history. What kind of king was I to not only ask my people to die in battle, but also to ask them to starve after we won the war because I wanted to help the enemy.
So I did the only thing my advisors thought would boost moral around the country, finally marry my fiancé. The idea was that I was focusing on home, my own personal home and my country. My advisors and I created new jobs; most of them were to repair the land and buildings lost in war. By the third year of my marriage, Shin Makoku's economy is stronger than ever, even now, our economy is better than any other country. After the war and my big mistake of giving away Shin Makoku's money, I had tried to create a utopia for my people. I owed them that much. I hope that the soldiers who died and the soldiers that were injured in the war will accept the utopia I built for their loved ones as my apology.
I had completed my history lessons from Gunter two years ago, I can say I barely use any of it. Even now I think that it was a complete waste of time and he really should have just taught me etiquette and how to control my magic. Gwendal is still chief of administration; I still need him to help me with all that paperwork. If I had known that being king would involve this much paperwork, I would have never allowed myself to be flushed down that toilet in the first place.
Conrad congratulated me when I finally completed my crash course in combat that he and Wolfram forced me to take as soon as I accepted to be king. When I was finally able to beat Wolfram five times (Yuuri: 5, Wolfram: 1596) and Conrad twice (Yuuri: 2, Conrad: 2834), they decided that I could protect myself with my own sword without harming myself or my comrades. Besides sword fighting, they made me learn hand-to-hand combat; Yozak was my instructor. Gunter volunteered and got grabby. Wolfram tried to kill us both, seriously, so Yozak decided to help me out. Being pinned by a giant muscular man was not fun, in fact, it was painful.
Greta, my beloved fourteen year old daughter, was put through the same training as I, except Wolfram taught her sword fighting, Anissina taught her martial arts and Gisela taught her about herbs and medicine. Greta grew up too fast. Now her thick brown locks of hair hang down into her back. Her pinch-able baby cheeks are no more, she has because a beautiful, sensible, young woman. I remember when she got her first menstrual cycle: Wolfram and I found her collapsed on the floor in one of the hallways. Immediately, we reached for her and discovered blood on her dress. I picked up Greta and carried her to Gislea. Wolfram on the other hand went to the weaponry to get his sword to murder the 'bastard,' as he said, that raped our daughter. It took a lot of convincing to calm Wolfram down and a lot of water to put out the things and people he set on fire. My little girl, as much as I dislike it, is becoming a beautiful young lady.
My relationship with Wolfram had changed over the years; it changed even more when we got married. At first, nothing changed, it felt like we were still engaged; he would call me a cheater for talking to anything that breathes except animals. Over time, he stopped calling me a cheater. I thought it was a good thing and that we were fine because he still called me wimp. But then, Wolfram stopped calling me wimp; this was around the second year of our marriage. At first I was happy that the nicknames stopped. I thought that he finally approved of me, and that I had become the king that he knew I could always be. But I miss the nicknames, it was our thing: he would call me a wimp and I would say I wasn't a wimp. I would ask a servant for something, then he would call me a cheater and I would either apologize to him while he's choking me or run for my life. And when I ran for my life, I knew that he would chase me all around the castle. I wouldn't have to look back to know that Wolfram was there, following me everywhere and protecting me from anything.
It doesn't feel like that now. I mean we still do everything we used to before we got married; the last person I see before I go to sleep is Wolfram, the first person I see in the morning is Wolfram, we eat breakfast and dinner together, we go on picnics with Greta together, we even go back to Earth together, occasionally. But our relationship seems like a routine; it feels hollow. It's like the private jokes, the misunderstandings, the nicknames, the fun, the fire of our relationship isn't there anymore. I don't run away from Wolfram anymore, and he doesn't chase after me anymore. What happened to us?
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