"Let me go, Wolfram.

It was obvious that Yuuri was restraining himself, that he didn't want to shout at Wolfram, that he didn't want to hurt her.

"Let go of my arm. Now," he ordered.

They were still in their room. Yuuri ordered the others to prepare their men, for they were leaving with him at the very moment. Murata stayed in the room with the royal couple, he knew what would happen.

"You will not leave this castle, Wolfram. Not in the middle of the night."

"Then why should you?" She countered. At this, Yuuri faced her. His face was full of hatred; Wolfram feared that it was because of her. She slipped her hands to free his arm. But instead of really letting go, she slid down her knees, wrapped her arms around his leg, hugging him.

"Please don't go."

Yes, she was on her knees, begging him to stay. Yes, she was aware that his fiancé's best friend could see this. Yes, she was swallowing her pride. But she could, and she would do this whenever, wherever, for her king.

"Wolfram, you're over-reacting. It's not like I'll get myself killed," though he did say this, his voice was softer. He got down on his knees, unwrapped Wolfram's arms around his leg, and hugged her shaking body.

"They're still there," she said.

Yuuri froze. "You're being silly."

"They're luring you into a trap! Can't you see it? This is what they want! THEY WANT TO GET YOU KILLED!" she shrieked.

"Wolfram, you're just stressed. Get some rest—"

"LISTEN TO ME!" she took both of Yuuri's shoulders so she could stare right into his eyes. "No. No. Listen to him," she hissed.

Yuuri, confused as heck, turned to look at Murata. The latter's eyes were hidden because of the glare on his glasses, he just jerked his head to the side.

Yuuri was about to question both of them, but from where Murata stood, on his right side, emerged the ghostly figure of the first Maoh.

Shinou had a grin on his beautiful face.

"So, you're telling me that this is all a trap?" Yuuri asked.

"Yes," Wolfram replied.

"A trap to kill me?"

"Yes."

"Are you guys sure?"

"YES! Yes, for Shin—," Wolfram didn't continue. She almost forgot that the man she was about to mention was in the room, smirking at them.

"Just trust us, Shibuya," Murata said, adjusting his glasses.

"Actually, I'm having a pretty hard time believing this…" Yuuri trailed off.

Wolfram was about to throw a fireball at him. Luckily, he managed to leap out before she even formed one.

"Wolfram!" Yuuri yelped.

"Now, now. Temper, temper." Shinou chimed in.

"Listen here, YOUR MAJESTY," Wolfram growled at the black-haired king who was now on the floor. "I don't care if you don't believe. Got that? I don't give a damn. What I do care about is saving your wimpy ass from those baboons. Because the GREAT ONE over here says he can't tell us what might happen if you don't go to that place, we're practically blind. And you know what? I still don't care. Because what we DO know is that if you DO come, they'll capture you and if given the chance, kill you. I am not risking you over anything and anyone. Have I made myself clear?"

"I, uh.. WHOA!" This time, Yuuri barely got out of the way of her fireball. "Calm down!"

The two were too sucked in each other that they didn't notice Conrad come in even before Wolfram started her rant, or the fact that Murata and Shinou were having a hard time not laughing.

"Wolfram, if you keep throwing fireballs, I think it would be better to go with them! It'll be safer—AH! Wolfram!"

"Have you seen some sense, Heika?" Wolfram's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Yes, yes! Now stop throwing fireballs! You'll burn down the castle!" Yuuri got up and summoned two water dragons from a glass of water conveniently placed on his nightstand and used it to extinguish the small fire on the carpet. It left a black mark on the velvet.

"How can you possibly laugh at such a serious matter?" Now her anger was directed at the Great One and his Sage.

"I just find it amusing," Shinou replied.

"What's amusing?"

"Nothing, my descendant. Never mind."

Wolfram narrowed her eyes, but before she could give a response, Conrad cleared his throat.

"Heika—"

"He's not coming," Wolfram cut him off. "I'll come as a substitute, if you won't mind." She was headed to their closet but Yuuri grabbed her arm. A reverse of what happened earlier.

"No. You are staying here. With me. That is an order and it is not open for argument."

Wolfram raised an eyebrow but let it go. "It's funny how you use your authority for instances like this." She turned to Conrad. "He'll need protection here."

"Yes. I just came to alert you that Gwendal's men have left. Me and my men will follow them, after your blessing, Heika."

"You may go. Just… keep safe."

Conrad nodded. He then bowed and turned to leave.

"I guess we should be taking our leave, too. Come on, Shinou," the Great Sage beckoned. It was evident that Shinou didn't want to leave just yet, but the way Wolfram looked at them wasn't really inviting.

"If you say so, my sage."

They left the couple, who was for some reason, blushing and looking away from each other.

"Get on bed, Yuuri."

Yuuri, tired and sleepy, obliged. He once again crawled under the covers and made himself comfortable. Wolfram followed after putting the fire out of the candles. She was about to close her eyes when Yuuri spoke.

"I know you're scared. Scared for me," he said.

Wolfram gulped. "Can you blame me for doing so? I know something bad will happen. Even if you don't leave tonight. Eventually, the person who wants you dead will find a way to do so. I can't let that happen. I just can't. I can't… live without you."

Yuuri's mouth was hanging open. He was staring at Wolfram, but she refused to look back. She kept her face straight, looking up at the canopy.

Yuuri smiled. "Me too."

Wolfram looked at him, clearly confused.

"I mean… the feeling is mutual. I can't think of a world without you."

This time, it was Yuuri's turn to look away, trying to hide his blush.

Wolfram wanted to ask so many questions. She wanted to know why he said that. Or rather, how he built up the courage to. She wanted to know for sure if it was real, wanted him to say it again. But she didn't pry. For now, she would be contented for the affection. Maybe someday, he would be able to open up to her.

"Goodnight, Yuuri."

"Goodnight, Wolfram."

"I love you," she whispered in the darkness.

Little did she know, he heard her.

A/N: Yaaaaaaaaay! Made an update earlier than usual. I can't say that I have a lot of free time, I just got motivated because of:

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