Hi, yeah sorry it's been two months. I've been busy with schoolwork and friend drama. Firstly, I am not offending Justin Bieber or his fans, I listen to JB when I need to stay awake (Sorry is my song ^.^). My thoughts were based one of his old songs 'Baby,' if you feel strongly about me using his name when you read it, then you can imagine so other artist's name. Second, you know that this is an interactive fic.

Specials Thanks and my replies:

ZH9: lloll

ChordOVerstreenFan: Yes, and won't it be fun when Conrart finds out (I'm smiling evilly at you)

Mofalle: Mhmm, ok, we'll figure something out. But what if Wolfram's lover doesn't really love him? (Not the case here/ I'm kinda still deciding).

Nickesha: Come on dude, make it fun for me too.

Thank you to all my readers and reviews.

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Conrart's POV. Early Morning

I watched as my guest picked his pants up off the ground, as roughly shoving his legs into each hole. He's was never a morning person. After he buckled his pants, he yawned and ruffled his hair. He was so cute with his blue hair; he stretched his creamy limbs one by one. Lastly he rubbed his arse while looking pissed off. I couldn't help but chuckle, which of course, that earned me a glare.

"Aren't you getting up to wake the king?" Arcas asked me.

I sighed. The king hasn't ever needed me to wake him; Yuuri was always awake and usually ready by the time I knock on the door. It's funny how nine years can pass but the routine is the same and fresh. I would knock on the door to wake him, he was say come in and be ready for the day with a smile, and Wolfram would still be in bed, glaring at the sun for being too bright in the morning. The routine eventually changed to Wolfram getting ready with His Majesty, however, he's still grouchy in the morning. My little brother probably thought that if he increased the time he spent with Yuuri, that would get Yuuri to like him. I'm not sure if it work. Yuuri did complain more about Wolfram taking his only peaceful time of the day, but the complaints eventually stopped. They probably developed a routine of their own.

Wolfram hasn't changed much in the years that passed, well physically, he is a pure blood demon. Like Arcas. He probably only grew a few centimeters, his voice hasn't dropped yet and it most likely never will. Once, His Majesty complained that Wolfram sounded like a shrieking 12 year-old girl at a Justin Bieber concert during one of their arguments. I don't know who this Justin Bieber is, but His Majesty said it's better that I don't. Yuuri, on the other hand, changed a lot physically. He's taller than Wolfram by a head, and his voice did drop, but not significantly. He also gained a lot of muscle, but that's just a response to the amount of training Wolfram and I put him through. And his black hair grew to his shoulders, I think he kept it long for Greta. The human princess loved playing in her parents' hair, so Yuuri grew his out so she was have more to play with. I believe that was her going away present when she decided to attend a human school. Yuuri and Wolfram put a lock of their hair in a glass bottle for her. She did the same for them too, a lock of hair in a glass bottle for both of them.

"Wipe that silly smile off your face and answer my question," Arcas demanded. He was already dressed, brown pants and a green commoner's shirt.

"Mhmm, what if I don't want to?" I asked. The only time I couldn't get Yuuri out of bed was after the war ended. Wolfram was the only one who could convince His Majesty to continue his duties to the public. Yuuri just wanted to stay in bed, clutching the sheets, repeating the words 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.' War broke my king.

I failed as his knight; I couldn't protect him from the horrors and sorrows of war. I understand that there are some battles I can't fight for him or protect him from. But I still feel like I failed him.

His Majesty only allowed Wolfram in and within two years Yuuri was as close to the original as he would ever be. I think he's better than who he was before the war, because now he knows the consequences and weight of the decisions he makes.

"Then don't, I'm leaving, Mama Hen wants me to check on things in the east. Feel free to miss me," with those last words Arcas walked out of my room.

I leaned back on my bed, thinking of the work I have to do today; train the soldiers, patrol the city, play baseball with some kids, find another bedwarmer, and talk to Yozak. He somehow managed to get Wolfram to have lunch with His Majesty, privately. I have to know how he did that. And why the Great Sage decided to sleep in the castle last night.

Castle Guard #83, soldier of the Weller Division. Still early morning

I yawned standing at my post, in front of His Majesties' door. My partner was leaning against the wall with his eyes close. The lucky bastard was asleep. Night duty for a guard is the worst; nothing happens and for some reason, time passes by so slowly.

My partner and I decided to take turns guarding the door and sleeping. Some nights His Majesty, the king, or His Majesty, Lord Wolfram would dismiss us from our post. Last night, was not one of those nights. It seemed that Lord Wolfram was already asleep by the time His Majesty got back to the room. And His Majesty was too tired to remember. They both slept through the night without a sound, which meant no entertainment to keep us awake.

The sun took it's sweet time rising, I want to crash. Where is Lord Weller? Once he comes to greet His Majesty, it will be his turn to guard the royal double black.

"Yuuri~" a faint voice called from behind the door. It sounded like the entertainment is starting. I nudged my partner with the sheath of my sword to awake him up. He wouldn't want to miss this, it could increase our chances in the betting pool. Allegedly, one of the guards saw the king rushing to the baths yesterday. He was also trying to hide his 'sword', in a not so discreet way. "Yuuri! Get off of me," the voice whined and the sheets whispered. It looks like the king isn't going to take 'no' this time.

My partner and I pressed our ears up against the door. There was more rustling of the sheets, little grunts and a whining voice the could only belong to Lord Wolfram.

"Ahhhh, Wolfram!" His Majesty cried. That was quick. The rustling stopped for a minute or two, but I could hear mumbling through the door. The royals were talking about something.

"It's too early for this!" the Prince Consort exclaimed as the sheets whispered again. My partner and I hoped that they would tell all the secrets of what was happening behind the door.

"Don't slapped my hand away!" The king finally talked above murmurs.

"Then don't touch me!" The Prince Consort retorted.

"I trying to help you, Wolfram."

"I don't need you're healing magic." Healing magic? Did His Majesty take the Prince Consort to quickly without preparing him? Especially since the blonde demon wasn't feeling the mood this morning. The Prince Consort was known to be extra grouchy in the morning. "I said no."

"Wolf, I'm trying to apologize."

"Accepted, so stop talking so loudly and don't touch me."

The sheets rustled again followed by pitter-pattering of footsteps walking quickly. The king just wasn't going to give up today. Grunts and pants were heard clearly through the door. There was the occasional 'let me go,' most likely from the Prince Consort and sounds of either pain or pleasure from the king. Then the room strangely quieted.

My partner jabbed his sheathed sword into my side. Then I heard a different set of footstep, not from inside the royal bedroom, but from the corridor. Immediately, we stood at attention. Lord Weller appeared just when our blushes disappeared. We bowed respectable and headed out to the kitchen to raise our bets.

Murata's POV. Late Morning

My head is pounding. How do soldiers drink that much and still manage to do their jobs? That's the last time I drink with Lord Voltaire's men. No matter how much alcohol I got into them, they were still tight lipped and wrinkled foreheaded. And they 'ugh'-ed like their commanding officer, like it was a chore to drink with the Great Sage. It's an honor!

Walking down the corridor, two of Lord Weller's soldiers rushed passed me towards the kitchen, without bowing to me. Am I invisible? How often does a double black that has over four thousand years of knowledge just so happens to be in the same hallway as you and you just rush by without a double-take. I, at least, am a double-take. I may not be as 'beautiful' as the Prince Consort or as 'cute' as the ruling monarchy but I'm still lovable.

I sighed. Stupid soldiers. I should have stopped them, they were going in the direction of the kitchen, meaning the maids, meaning they have information on the royal couple. God, it's too early and bright to analyze behavior. I need something for this hangover.

Gisela's POV. Late Morning, same time

The sun was bright and warm, today will probably be the last warm day before the cold sets in. I had just finished picking fresh medicinal herbs from the greenhouse. His Majesty suggested that we build one to grow necessary medicinal resources all year, even during the cold, winter months. With Lady Assinissa's and Lord Gwendal's help, the greenhouse was safely built within four months with only a few explosions and arguments. One of Gwendal's soldier, Gadwin I believe his name was, said that the Great Sage was waiting for me in my office nursing a hangover and a bruised ego.

"Gisela," the mighty Great Sage whimpered when I opened the door to the clinic. "I'm dying."

"No, you're not," I purposely closed the door louder than usual. He winced. "How may I assist you, Your Excellency?"

"First, can you get rid of my headache, then nurse my broken heart?"

"You have a heart Your Excellency?" I asked sarcastically, putting the fresh herbs away, before washing my hands.

"Last time I checked, I did," the sage replied cooly. I walked over the the cabinet with the ginger, honey and my special ingredient. After crushing the ingredients in a thick mush, I added water to dilute it. "That's more than the usual dose."

"It's not only for you, Wolfram will also want some," I replied without looking at him, focusing on my work.

"How do you know that for sure?"

"I saw a maid bring a bottle to His Majesty's room last night." I poured some of the mixture into a tall glass for His Excellency.

"But I'm sure the Prince Consort won't drink to my extent without company. I mean Shibuya doesn't drink and drinking alone is boring and depressing."

"Just to be safe," I passed the tan slush to His Excellency with a smile. "A healer must be prepare for anything, including demon folly." Especially yours, Great Sage.

"Gisela, it smells like feet." The double black whined after taking the glass.

"That's how you know it will work, Your Excellency." He grunted and gulped the medicine down.

The Great Sage stuck his tongue out and waved it side to side to get the horrible taste off of his tongue. Looks like he didn't like my secret ingredient.

Gwendal's POV (evening time)

I was sorting the papers for His Majesty to sign when the Great Sage walked into my office without knocking. "Lord Voltaire, do you teach your men to hold their liquor?" The small double black asked. He sat in one of the two chair in front of my desk swirling the contents of something that smelt like feet. My men reported to me this morning that the Great Sage decided to honor my men with a drinking game, seems like he's paying the price.

"No, I do not," I continued my work, I had to finish this before His Majesty's training session is over. He isn't required to continue his training session, however, Conrart and I noticed that His Majesty is more focused on paperwork after exercising for a bit. His schedule is usually: breakfast, sign papers, lunch, sign papers, meet with petitioners to hear the citizens woes or if Greta is here, then he would have tea with her, exercise or baseball with Conrart, sign papers, dinner, and if he didn't finish all his paperwork for the day, sign more papers.

"They drank like it was water," the Great Sage exaggerated.

"It comes with experience, I believe."

My guest chuckled, "I'm more than four thousand years old."

"No, Your Excellency, you have more than four thousand years of life experiences, however, you are the same age as His Majesty."

"But I hold my liquor better than Shibuya." I gave no comment.

"What do you want, Your Excellency?" I asked frankly.

"World peace," the double black drank his juice. A new wrinkled formed above my eyebrows. A stared that the young double black trying to understand why he came into my office today. He was slim, short and nerdy, but guileful, manipulative, and experienced. "But I will settle with a bodyguard."

I continued to gaze that the young man for a few more seconds before answering, "That can be arranged, my men-"

The Great Sage interrupted me, "No. They are too old and serious, I would like someone younger."

"So one of Conrart's men?"

"Nope, not pretty enough." He gulped his smelly juice again.

"Gunter's?"

"Nooo, there is a reason Shibuya sent Lord Christ to your castle to teach the next Demon King, instead of having him here. All Lord Christ's men are like him. I would like someone young and good to look at, a lively personality would be a plus, and he must have a sense of humor. About my height so I don't feel intimidated-"

"Sounds like you're describing a lover Your Excellency, I am not a match maker."

The Great Sage laughed, "I already slapped Gisela, but she turned me down." Wait, what? His Excellency, must have seen the shock on my face because he continued to explain. "It was after the war, after Lord Grantz died. But I think she blames me for his death. Anyway, a bodyguard and a lover have two different jobs, although sometimes they overlap. Take Shibuya and your youngest brother for example."

I sighed. "Based on your description, you want one of Wolfram's men."

"Yes, oh and he must have red hair."

"Wolfram's third in command?! You are going to have to ask Wolfram."

"No, I don't think so." The sage stood up. "You'll order Lord Bielefeld to assign the redhead to be my bodyguard. Or I can tell Shibuya and Lord Christ that you've been shuffling the legal documents that he signs everyday. I think Lord Christ would rush back to the castle and annoy the shit out of you for messing up his and Shibuya work."

"What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

"I know, that once every week Lord Christ comes back to the castle to sort Shibuya's paperwork based on 'needs to sign,' 'read before signing,' 'read to decide if you want to sign,' and 'don't sign.' He would be mortified to find out that you have been reshuffling the paperwork, making more work for Shibuya, exhausting the monarchy. I think he would rant for days on end about your cruelty to his magnificent king. And Shibuya would probably throw a tantrum and decide to go on an adventure with his husband with a little persuasion from a friend. I mean it's not like they went on their honeymoon after their marriage. And without Shibuya or Lord Bielefeld to sign the paperwork, the country would stand still. But I can save you the migraine if you give me a young, lively, redheaded bodyguard who wears a blue uniform."

"Why do you want a bodyguard?"

"Shibuya has three." Because he's the king and prone to unpredictable behavior.

"Why do you want Wolfram's second in command?"

"I like his eyes, they're fresh."

I thought about the Great Sage's proposal. Having Gunter in the castle only twice a week was a good move on the boy king's side. And if he found out that I have been challenging the young king for my amusement, he might move back here. "He'll be assigned to you tomorrow."

Author's Note: Ok, so there's one more person who knows Wolfram's secret affair, can you guess who? And could you believe Yuuri already picked a successor? If you hadn't notice, I made Conrart a slut. Yes, Murata really did propose to Gisela (if I say anything more, I'm going to spoil that side story). I think I'm going to make the next chapter about sex from Yuuri and Wolfram's POV. Questions? I have answer if you're interested. Lastly, I thinking of adding a 'what you know' section at the top (before the chapter) so that you can keep the story straight cause I'm going to start leaving blanks in the story. Like:

What you know so far: Yuuri and Wolfram are married for political reasons, Wolfram has a drinking problem and is cheating on Yuuri with one of Gwendal's soldiers for a couple of years. Yozak, the maids, and Wolfram's second in command, Leon, know. The Great Sage suspects Wolfram of treason, doesn't trust Yozak's information so decided to use Wolfram's third in command, Lutz, instead. He proposed to Gisela but she turned him down, Murata think that she is blaming him for Lord Grantz, her pervious fiancé, death in the war. Conrart's a slut and Yozak's in love with him. Gunter isn't at the castle, but visits once a week. Greta is on vacation from school (attending a human school). And Yuuri's penis like Wolfram.