Disclaimer: Kyo Kara Maoh/God (?) Save Our King belongs to Tomo Takabayashi.
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Sealed With A Slap!
Unknown Personality
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Fever
I ran as fast as I could. I lifted my hand and brushed away my tears and continued running. It was a wonder that I hadn't tripped over a tree stump or something and sprained my ankle. A shred of common sense prevailed. I slowed down, and carefully picked my way through the brush, tears still streaming down my face. Then a thunderclap sounded high above.
My head snapped up to look at it even though you can't see thunder. Alarm bells went off and I was forced to look for shelter from the oncoming storm. I spied a cove nearby and ran over, careful not to trip over a root. I reached it just as it began to rain and dove in hurriedly. I leant against the rough wall trying to catch my breath and I slid down the wall to a sitting position as the rain fell.
My thoughts came rushing back to me. "He still loves Yuri?" I murmured to myself. "Then why didn't he break off our engagement? He can contest it or he can just up and call if off one day! Why did he keep dragging it on? He made be believe that we had a chance! That he would one day reciprocate my feelings!" I gasped. Reciprocate my feelings? What feelings? I've never had any feelings of that sort for him! Never! That would be most improper. But then why did my heart hurt so much?
I dropped my head into my hands. I felt so stupid. Could I have been falling in love with him? This was such a horrible time to find out. It felt like my love had been doomed from the start! The cold broke through my thoughts. I moved further into the cave and searched around for some wood. I placed them near each other and finding some stones, started a fire. It was small but it warmed me although my back was still cold. I grew drowsy and gave up fighting sleep.
I woke up in Wolfram's arms with a pounding headache. My senses had gone haywire and all I saw were blobs but I recognized him by his voice. He sounded worried. I was warm so I guess he had covered me with a blanket. I was also being jostled quite a bit so I guessed we were on a horse. That's all I got before I drifted asleep again.
When I woke up again, I was in my own bed and there were a whole bunch of people around me and there was something cool on my head. "Are you awake?" I heard someone ask. "Yes." I answered. There was a collective sigh of relief before someone took the compress off, wet it and placed it back on. "How do you feel?" the same someone asked. "Cranky." I answered, trying to sit up.
I tried to sit up but someone pushed me down. "You should rest." The same someone said insistently. "I know." I answered. "I'm trained in healing. But it's stifling. Could you lessen the weight on me?" I asked. "Sure." And suddenly I felt lighter, although still hot. Someone clasped my hand in theirs and put our joined hands on their forehead. They were perspiring. I tried to pull away knowing that I'd probably give the person my fever but he/she held on. Finally I stopped trying to pull and drifted off into a sleep fraught with unusual dreams that might as well have been nightmares.
I woke up to morning light streaming through the windows. I blinked a few seconds, waiting for my eyes to adjust and then turned my head about, trying to get my bearings. I got shook. There, by my side, was Wolfram. He was holding my hand, which meant that he was the one who hadn't let go last night. My eyes softened. At least he cared for me, even if it was just a little bit.
I tried to pull my hand out by he was holding on pretty tightly. I stopped and then pulled again, harder but he still won't budge. Finally I decided to wake him up. "Your Excellency!" I called, shaking him with my hands. He didn't respond. Then I reached over with my other hand and shook him, although that put a strain on it. "Your Excellency!" I called out louder than before. Finally I sat and physically shook him. "Wolfram!" I yelled.
He lifted his head. "Yes, Gisela?" he smiled. I looked surprised. "You were awake?" I asked. "Why didn't you get up the first time I called you then?" I asked. He put his elbows on the bed, still holding my hands between his. "You can figure that out yourself." He answered. I thought back. "You wanted me to call you "Wolfram"? But why?" I asked, genuinely curious. "I told you drop the formality didn't I? So why did you go back to "Your Excellency"?"
I stared. "You don't want to be married to me." I blurted out and then put my hand to my mouth. "Forgive me, Your- Wolfram." I corrected. He looked surprised. "Who said that I didn't?" He asked. Now I looked surprised. "But you said that you loved Yuri…" I trailed off.
He raised an eyebrow. "Yes. So?" he asked. I stared at him. "Okay then." I stared at him. He smiled. "Do you want breakfast?" he asked. "Yes, please." I answered. He got up and rang my bell. A maid came scurrying in a few moments later. "Yes Your Excellency?" she inquired. I stared at her, wondering what differentiated her from me. He didn't ask her to call him by his given name.
He finished ordering and dismissed her. Then he turned to face me. "Are you better?" He asked. "I was really worried when you didn't come back home yesterday." He said. I looked up at it. "Yes, I'm better." He smiled and sat on the edge of my bed and we chatted, just like we had before the picnic, so comfortable. This confused me so much. He said he had loved Yuri but he still refused to break off our engagement. Why?
To be continued…
