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Chapter 4:
"Breakfast is getting cold" Conrad informed.
Yuri turned passed him and following was the ex-Queen. Wolfram felt a tug from Greta as she started walking behind the other two. His insides felt like they would turn over as he was getting closer to the savage. His only reason not to pass out or run just the opposite direction, it was all thanks to that Greta that she was holding his hand.
She let go of it just before reaching Conrad and ran to the large room.
Wolfram felt shaky and weak, trembling like a leaf; he had no courage left, not with this man, not when he was so close.
"I need to speak to you" Conrad whispered.
His air escaped his lungs, his ribs hurt. Wolfram hurried passed him; his whole being felt tense and numb. He told himself to ignore him, to be with someone and make sure that he was never alone again with such beast.
"You look so pale Wolfram," Gisela said at the sight of him, "Are you sure you are feeling better?"
Without trusting his voice he nodded and took his place next to Yuri. He made himself not to flinch as his clothes pressed against his skin, or at how uncomfortable and painful it felt to be sitting down. He had no appetite, it was just the contrary, he felt like puking and his throat felt clogged.
As breakfast passed on with Wolfram barely taking a bite the other members started to go about their business.
Like always, if he was to play his part, Wolfram followed Yuri to the courtyard. Very unfortunate that they weren't going alone; Conrad, Yuri's shadow was with them. They had little time before Yuri had to go about his duties that they decided that they would play 'catch.' Usually he liked watching them, but right now, he wanted nothing more but to leave them and lock him-self somewhere, a place perhaps where he didn't feel the way that he did.
"Are you feeling better?" asked Yuri as he fixed his glove on his hand. "You barely ate anything."
"Just a little tired that's all" Wolfram glared.
Yuri raised his hands in self-defense and laughed nervously.
"If you're tired then you should just go back to your room." The king suggested.
Wolfram wanted just that but he knew better than attract more attention to himself. So he somehow sucked all of his emotions and instead remarked.
"You just want to get rid of your fiancé!"
"No that's not it" Yuri took a step back. "So why are you wearing that?" he changed the subject.
"You don't like it?" Wolfram folded his arms regardless the pain, he put the pain behind his mind; right now he had to be the young innocent Wolfram that he had been.
"You look…uhm…good." The king turned from Wolfram, he ran away from Wolfram and Conrad to put a good space between them. Wolfram almost ran after him, how could Yuri leave him behind with Conrad?
"Wolfram," He heard his name from him, Wolfram shivered. "We need to talk."
"Conrad!" they heard the king from a distance. "I'm ready!"
Wolfram left the brunette and walked to the benches. He sat there feeling the adrenaline demanding his body to get up and to run away. He couldn't look at him. He felt the tears already forming in his eyes.
He always had hated being weak, but now he was worse than weak. It didn't matter all those years of training, all those years in the battle field. He had been powerless, he was powerless, and he was useless.
Before he even noticed, someone was hovering over him. Fear ran through him again, remembering that night, how he had felt when that someone had been towering him regardless his own strength. He got up almost knocking the king out of the way.
"Wolfram!" Yuri exclaimed after him.
Two powerful arms stopped him. Two strong arms touched him. Two burning arms were contaminating him even further. Wolfram had been looking down finally looked up in panic to find the brown eyes that belonged to that man.
"Don't touch me!" he yelled at him, trying frantically to get him off him. Fear of that night came vividly; he was back in that room on top of that bed. He was covering him with his body, pushing him down deeper into his nightmare. He was thrusting again, he was moaning on top of him, he was touching him and kissing him, he was biting him and punching his ribs so he would stop struggling.
"It's me!" he felt shaken by those arms, the voice became familiar. He remembered that voice. He stared closely at his eyes and they magically turned from brown to blue, they belonged to Yozak.
Wolfram gasped then began to hyperventilate. Relive swept over him, he was safe. He laughed weakly at that man. He was safe.
His eyes rolled over his head. He didn't see anything else.
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Was he dead? He could only hope.
He didn't want to open his eyes, he wanted to be in this peaceful almost tot mind. Save and innocent; he was no longer hurting.
But voices began to clear his cloudy head. He didn't understand what they were saying, but he could hear their pitches, they sounded angry. They were arguing with one another.
Wolfram didn't want to wake up; he fought to keep in that peaceful state of mind. But it became too late. The voices began to make more sense; he started to distinguish to whom they belonged to. He kept his eyes shut though; he didn't want them to know he was awake. That would only be too painful. Why did they have to find out? They knew, but they didn't know who had done it to him.
"What do you mean you don't have any evidence?" he heard the king ask in a cold voice.
"No one knows a thing, Hekai. We will only be able to find out until and only until Wolfram wakes up." He heard Gisela explain with reverence.
"Well why is it that no one is actually trying to find evidence?" Yuri accused. "Retrace his steps. Someone is bound to know what happened. Someone is bound to know who did this to him."
"We have no leads my king" Gunter said in defense of his daughter. "If this is known then the criminal would surely be in alert. We must do this cautiously if we are to find the culprit."
"I agree your majesty" Gwendal said from somewhere around the room.
"Tsk" Wolfram heard Yuri pace.
There was a tense silence in the room; the only one moving around (Wolfram guessed) was King Yuri.
A door opened, the person walked, Wolfram's heart race again, he knew who that was. It was Conrad, his brother, that savage.
"Any news?" Wolfram heard the king ask sharply.
"No sire"
All hope, if any, that wolfram had had it was surely gone now.
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