The golden sun shone through the glass and into the King's chambers. Said King was sitting up in bed watching the sky outside, looking at the sun reminded him of his dear fiancee. Wolfram's blond hair looked like the sun had touched him and blessed him.

And then there were those eyes, those beautiful emerald eyes. Yuuri could look into those eyes all day until the sun set and then into the night. Emeralds had become the King's favourite gemstone since he fell in love.

The double black sighed in despair. All he wanted was Wolfram back, his Wolfram.

"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrri!" He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of his daughter's distressed voice. The door was slammed open then shut by Greta before she ran over to Yuuri, jumped on him and started to cry.

He held his adoptive daughter tightly then asked concerned. "Greta what's wrong?"

"The maids are saying that Papa Wolfram's been kidnapped. Is it true?"

And that was exactly how Yuuri did not want his daughter to find out. He wanted to tell his daughter because it was up to him to do so, being he was her father. He held his daughter tightly to try and comfort her.

"Yes it is Greta." The King told her. "But don't worry, I'm going to get Wolfram back."

Greta stopped crying for a moment and sniffed. "You p-promise?"

"Greta I promise you that I will get Wolfram back." Yuuri smiled his goofy smile at his daughter, he received a smile back.
"I know you will! I just know you will!" She squealed happily as she hugged her father.

She let him go and jumped off the bed, but when she landed on the ground she slipped on a pinky, silky nightgown. The double black quickly got up to help his daughter up.

"Greta are you alright?" He asked helping her back up.

But Greta's smile didn't disappear even though she hurt her elbow. "I'm okay!" She reached down and picked up the nightgown. "Daddy do you Papa Wolfram think looks beautiful in this?"

Yuuri's cheeks had a hint of pink on them as he sweat dropped. Where did she get that question from the nightgown?

"Greta, I think Wolfram looks beautiful all the time."

...

Gunter and Conrad sat at a table across from Gwendal in his office discussing the situation. They all only got an hours sleep tops last night, they were either busy looking for Wolfram or just couldn't sleep. Their discussion came to a halt when the door opened to reveal Moon in her nightgown.

Her blue nightgown had extremely long sleeves that pasted her hands, the bottom of the nightgown didn't quite reach her knees and she showed a little cleavage. It also rested just off the shoulders like Wolfram's nightgown did, actually it looked almost exactly like the soldiers nightgown except different colour, no bows , longer sleeves and went a little lower at the chest.

Everyone in the room just ignored it since Moon had a habit of coming to breakfast, family meetings or going outside in her nightgown if she had a long night.

"Any more leads?" Moon asked sitting down and taking of her glasses to put her contacts in.

Gwendal shook his head. "No, not since last night." He paused. "I presume Anissina informed you about what happened?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"How was Greta last night?" Gunter fiddled with his hands hopping that the Princess didn't find out about anything.

Moon finished putting in her first contact before answering. "She was fine. She stayed up with Anissina and me until one thirty." Then smirked. "But your still dead Gun-Gun, the Princess found out this morning from those damn gossiping maids."

Gunter's eyes widened. He started to wail how 'his Majesty wont forgive him for disobeying him' and the usual pathetic stuff. Gwendal and Moon rubbed their temples at the same time while Conrad shook his head.

"Gunter I'm sure his Majesty will forgive you." Conrad assured him. "After all, it wasn't you who told Greta was it?"

Gunter didn't listen (again) and ran out of the room crying. "Oh your Majesty! I'm so sorry!"

The brunette girl stood up, locked the door then sat back down, she put in her other contact before picking up Linc Schafer's folder and read it.

"Poor guy."

Gwendal and Conrad looked at her slightly annoyed. "How so?" The said in sync.

Moon chuckled a little. "Think about it, the Maoh was pissed with him. Poor guy would of shit himself."

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Through a dark medieval style hall is where Wolfram was being lead by four guards. For some reason the bastard known as 'Sir Wintt ' wanted to see the blond out of his cell. It had been over twelve hours since he had been kidnapped and Wolfram was started to get really annoyed with everything because he hadn't the slightest idea why he was here. And he was also getting peeved with the perverts in this place.

"You know maybe after Sir Wintt has his way with him, he might let us have our way." Wolfram heard one of the guards behind him say.

The other replied. "Damn I hope so." The man smiled a perverted smile. He sneaked his hand onto Wolfram's shoulder then leaned towards his ear and whispered. "You would like that too wouldn't you? you little who-"

The man wasn't able to finish because Wolfram had elbowed him in the stomach then bought his fist up to slam into the guards face.

His comments had gone to far! How dare a low live, disgusting, perverted man say such things to Wolfram Von Bielefelt! He had no damn right! After all, let the records show that Wolfram was a pure virgin!

After the first guard was on the ground he attacked the second guard that was behind him. His fist connected with the man's face and then his kicked him on the opposite side of the face. The guards that where in front of him grabbed him by the shoulders while another man appeared with a houseki and pointed it at Wolfram, immediately it weakened him making him fall to his knee's.

"Which own of you had the damn stupid idea to not put cuffs on him?" The one holding the houseki stone asked them sternly but on one answered him. "Damn Morons! If this happens again I'll have all your head sent to Sir Wintt on silver platters!"

The man threw a pair of cuffs to restrain Wolfram and put the houseki stone in a pouch then also gave it to a guard. "Only use this if necessary."

Once the stone was in the pouch Wolfram could feel the strength coming back into his legs. After a few moments he was able to stand up again and be taken to where ever he was going to be taken originally.

...

The guards once they reached a pair of thick of doors. The slowly opened the door then shoved Wolfram in before closing the doors behind him. The room he had been pushed into looked shrine-like, the portraits around the room had candles and flowers around them, the flowers were all dark purple roses and the candles had red and purple wax instead of white. While looking around the room, Wolfram noticed a carving on the floor. The engraving was of a dragon on it's back with a sword being plunged through it's chest by a man, their were red marks around and on the carving. Wolfram walked over to the red marks, their was a few fresh spots, he knelt down and touched the marks.

'Strange, it doesn't feel like paint.' Wolfram thought then sniffed the substance on his hands.

His eyes widened, the metallic smell nauseated him. He knew all too well.

It was blood...

"Hello Lord Von Bielefelt." said boy quickly stood up and faced the man coming out of the shadows. It was that damn perverted Sir Wintt. His smirk was sinister and eerie, he was dressed in a grey uniform that was almost exactly like Gunter's except it had white edging (?),and didn't have the high neck over cloak, but instead had a white cloak with a hood that was down at the moment.

Wolfram remained silent. Staring the man in the eye, he refused to be intimidated by his kidnapper.

Sir Wintt walked closer to the blond soldier, until he was a foot away from him. The room was cold and had a darkness about it, there was something about this man that crept Wolfram out. The red head raised his hand to touch the boys face but he jumped away.

Not because of Sir Wintt about to touch him (though that's is a reason), but because of the blood dripping from his arm onto his hand.

The man looked hurt for a moment then saw his arm. He smirked again. "Blood. I sign all my promises in blood Lord Von Bielefelt." Within a flash Sir Wintt had seized Wolfram by his arms and pinned him to the wall. "I made a promise Wolfram..."

The solider tried to get out of his grip but Sir Wintt held his tight and whispered in is ear.

"...A promise that you will be mine."