Note: I have wanted to do a fanfiction where Yuuri and Wolfram become fathers. This is one of two stories that explore the idea, but each story will have similarities and differences. This story will be more of a drama, while the other story will be more of a comedy. This story will be called The Ice Prince, and the other story will be called Fatherhood. I hope you enjoy reading this. ^_^
Wolfram Disappears
Wolfram looked back at Blood Pledge Castle; he was riding away from it on his beloved white horse. He had stopped on the hill, and had paused to look back at the castle that now was nothing but a dot on the horizon. Nighttime was starting to enter daylight, and the sun began to rise. Wolfram placed a hand on his growing belly as he pulled the hood of his cloak over his face with his other hand. He turned away from the castle, and continued to ride the horse as far away as he could, before the castle's occupants woke up and realized that he was gone. His memories drifted to the day, which ultimately led him to this path.
Wolfram lay in Yuuri's bed after a long tiring day, he was feeling sorry for himself, because he wanted something that he knew Yuuri did not want to give him. Yuuri did not want him, and Wolfram decided that after that night he would dissolve the engagement to set Yuuri free. When Yuuri entered the room, Wolfram pretended to be asleep, but instead of ignoring him Yuuri embraced him. Wolfram looked up and saw the Maoh, with his slitted pupils and shoulder length black hair staring back at him. Yuuri did not want Wolfram, but the Maoh did.
Remembering what the Maoh and he himself had done caused Wolfram to blush, but he had enjoyed the intimate moment that they had shared. Wolfram and the Maoh had slept side by side, and when Wolfram woke up the next day he was slightly disappointed to see Yuuri, the one that did not want him. The other boy was fully dressed and seemed dead to the world, Wolfram decided to touch his face, but that woke Yuuri up and the boy ran screaming from the room. Wolfram watched as he had run away from intimate contact with him.
"Your Majesty! What is wrong?" Gunter had sounded from somewhere down the hall.
Gunter had run after Yuuri, and Wolfram had stayed in the room alone with his thoughts. The result of the night with the Maoh did not hit him until much later; he had started to feel sick, and had collapsed from exhaustion one day. He had woken up in a bed, where his brothers stood over him.
"Wolfram! What happened?" Conrad had asked.
"You are on strict bed rest until I say you can go back to your duties." Gwendal had told him.
He did not have a clue about what was wrong with him, and neither did they. His sickness grew, and he found himself over a porcelain washbasin each morning liberating the food from his belly. His brothers had fussed over him, and he was too tired to care that they were there. After making sure he was resting, or so it seemed to them, Wolfram had heard them discussing what they thought the problem was. Gwendal thought he had been deliberately poisoned, that someone wanted him out of the way to get to Yuuri. Conrad had thought it was just flu, but his eyes hardened at the suggestion of the poison. From that day on Gwendal made sure that he watched the servants prepare food for his ailing brother, and Wolfram heard Conrad tell Yozak to look out for suspicious activity.
"We are taking precautions, why hasn't he gotten any better?" Gwendal demanded.
"I don't know." Conrad responded.
Wolfram had started to gain some weight, but it was brushed off, because everyone thought it was due to him staying on bed rest for so long. One night while Wolfram had been sleeping, he had felt something stirring inside of him. Something was not right with him, so he had snuck out of the bed to head to the library. He snuck to the library, and to his surprise no one had caught him.
It can't be that! Demon males don't get…or do they?
Wolfram had pondered that thought while he pulled out birth records and things about the demon anatomy. Wolfram poured over the books, and saw that mostly demon females gave birth, but it was not impossible for males. Demon males that could birth was very rare, and only popped up in a few families and generations. It seemed that Wolfram branched off of a very rare example of that from one of his ancestors, which he found out by tracing back his family. Wolfram shoved all the books back, and headed back to the bedroom he was staying in.
Yuuri is only sixteen years old! I can't do this to him; he doesn't remember this because he was in his Maoh form! I have to leave! It's the only way I can free him, and give birth in secret. The time to leave is now, when everyone is asleep!
Wolfram had snuck into his old room, and grabbed some clothes. If there were any guards that spotted him, they did not stop him. He gathered food from the kitchen, and packed his clothes and food into a bag. He pulled a cloak over himself, and snuck out to the stables to get his horse. After saddling up his horse, he walked with it until he reached the castle's gates. With a final look at his home, and had climbed on to his horse's back, and rode into the night.
This is the best decision that I could have made for everyone.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Note: This chapter is short for a reason, which you will see why in the next chapter. The next few chapters will be longer, and the story will pick up pretty quickly after that. See you in the next chapter. Fatherhood will be posted on a later date.
