Soft foot falls echoed through the silent room, with the occasional snore coming from my fiancé. I sighed and looked out the window, Wolfram has not tried anything with me. That was heartbreaking...still... There was my lover, my friend, my comrade. That is something I could never let go. I do not love Wolfram vonBelifelt as much as I love Gwendal vonVoltaire.

That man...He captured my heart when I first saw him. He kept me on my toes with every sentence he said. Every look he gave me. Every breath that he took. Everything about the man I love, his eyes, his hair, his everything. I guess you could call me obsessed with the black-haired-god-like man.

"Yuuri, why are out of bed?"

"I couldn't sleep, Wolf, I just couldn't sleep."

"What is on your mind?"

"You."

Was all I said, and I knew Wolfram fell back asleep with a smile on his face. I looked back out the window and sighed gently. Once I heard the snore coming from Wolfram, I knew that he was unknown to the world. I turned, changing into something other than my usual uniform. The jacket was deep green, with yellow trims. Black tailor-made pants with my usual boots.

I walked quietly out the room, and down the hallway without disturbing the sleeping guards. I was going to throttle them later on in the day. Once I knew I was down the corridor without guards, I crossed Conrart. Cursing underneath my breath, I hid in the shadows. The man spotted me, as usual.

"Step out of the shadows. I saw that you were there."

I cried out as he drew his sword out and the tip rested against the hallow of my throat.

"It's just me! It is I! Conrart!"

He put his sword down and let me step out of the shadows. His relieved look that he shot me was quick, but then replaced by worry and anger. This man, Conrart Weller has sexy brown hair and golden eyes. Placing his sword into its sheathe, he cleared his throat.

"Why are you out late, Your Majesty, and not in your bed sleeping? Is something wrong?"

"No! No! All I wanted to do is talk to Gwendal, I need to ask him something's that have been bothering me for some time."

Sending me a skeptical look, he motioned me to follow him. As we walked down the corridor, he asked me of what I wanted to talk to Gwendal about. I told him that it was just for Gwendal's ears only. Conrart stopped by Gwendal's office door, and knocked.

"Come in."

I heard his resonating voice, making me shiver of what went on between us. I could now feel his hands over me, his lips caressing me, his body matching mine thrust for thrust. Shivering again, I rubbed my arms, pretending to be cold. I opened his door, and he shot me a look, then at Conrart. A quill in his right hand, his hair not tied back and loose around his shoulders, and his cold blue eyes calculating me.

"What could I do for My Majesty at this time of night?"

He asked me, and I blushed finding an excuse. I stuttered and rubbed the back of my head, just for the act because Conrart was there.

"I was going to ask you some questions that have been nagging my mind for a while, it was in one of Guntur's lessons. About the maps and things like that."

"I hope that you are not planning to go on one of your escapades."

"Of course not! I was just wondering."

"You could have asked Conrart, instead of coming here and disturbing my work."

"But I always ask Conrad! I wanted to ask someone else this time!"

"Just let him asks his questions, then escort him back to his room, will you Lord VonVoltaire?"

"Fine! But ask your questions quickly, I've work to do."

Conrart left us, quietly shutting the door behind him and we heard his footsteps fade away. Turning over to me, his eyes warmed up dramatically. Beckoning me forward with his eyes and smile, he drew me close to himself as he moved some of my hair from my face.

Do not ask me how, but we ended up on the floor in a lip lock, his fingers already working on my jacket. Once removing my jacket, he started to unbutton my shirt, pulling away from my lips. Very suddenly, both of us were interrupted.

Conrart opened the door and started to ask his question. "Your Majesty, I was wondering, why don't you ask Guntur during your les-" He stopped and stood stock-still.

We must have been a sight because he stared at us, eyes wide with an astonished look.

Gwendal was in-between my legs, one hand working on my buttons while the other was resting by the side of my head. A flush on my cheeks with my arms still working on his belt. Our lusty eyes were locked on the man standing in the doorway, staring back at us.

"Shit." Is what I said and scrambled from underneath Gwendal, who moved as fast as I did, but with more grace that I could muster up.

Standing up slowly, Gwendal walked back to his desk as if nothing happened, leaving me standing between the two half-brothers in an awkward silence. I was trying to find a way to say something smart, but nothing was coming to me because my mind was still hazy with lust.

Without saying anything, I leaned down and grabbed my jacket, walked pass Conrart and down the hallway before the soldier came to his senses and turned to me, fallowing like a puppy.

I walked quickly, and quietly as a lion would.

"You're Majesty!" Called the Lion of the Lutenburg Division, but I was not going to look back or talk to him.

Standing at my door, I turned to stare at him. I opened the door and turned to him, purposefully letting my eyes narrow like the demon king's would.

"Say anything and I will personally kill you."

Is what I said before closing the door in his again shocked face. The sun was just rising, and Wolfram was not going to be up for a couple of hours, so I decided to go take a bath and collect my thoughts.