Yuuri opened his eyes to the sound of someone violently vomiting. He threw the covers off and shakily got down from the bed, stumbling to the small comfort room adjacent to their room. He touched the knob and tried to turn it, only to find out that it was locked.

"Wolfram, open up. I'm coming in," he said in a groggy voice.

Wolfram's own voice was shaky when she replied. "Go back to sleep."

"How the hell do you expect me to go back to sleep?" Yuuri demanded, banging his fist on the door. He heard shuffling and the sound of water being released, both to flush the toilet and from the sink. After a few minutes and several spits and gurgles, Wolfram opened the door.

"Excuse me for being noisy," she snapped.

"No! I didn't mean it that way, Wolf," Yuuri said, realizing how many times he has said this one particular line.

The only reply he got was a yawn, then she was back in bed, comfortably wrapped in the covers. Yuuri just gave up and followed her example.

"Why were you upset?" he heard her ask, just when he was starting to doze off.

"Huh?"

"What were you upset about?"

"What?" Yuuri turned to look at her, not quite understanding what she meant.

"Last night," she said. "You were upset about something."

"Oh..." Yuuri thought back, trying to remember if he had told her about his trip. "How...?"

"I'm your wife," she pointed out.

Yuuri snorted, earning a whack on the shoulder. "What was that for?"

"You were laughing at me," she accused,

This made Yuuri laugh, but before Wolfram could hit him again, he pulled her in and hugged her.

"Been so long since we've last done this, Wolf."

"Done what?" she asked.

"Bickering. Cuddling. Laying in bed, doing nothing," he said the last few words in a manner that he knew Wolfram would understand.

He expected a punch, but instead, Wolfram buried her face into his chest. He thought he might be imagining it but Yuuri could almost feel her hot cheeks through his thin shirt.

"But the things we do now are fun..." Wolfram mumbled, her words muffled.

"They are, aren't they?"

"Because you're good at it," she admitted.

Yuuri, having recovered from the shock he got from Wolfram's sudden confession, chuckled. "Am I?"

She nodded a few times.

"That's because your responses are good," he told her. "They're cute and sexy."

Wolfram actually laughed and snuggled closer to him. In turn, Yuuri tightened his arms around her.

"Wolf, wanna run away?"

"Where to?"

"Anywhere," he murmured, knowing he wouldn't be taken seriously.

"That's silly. You need to have a specific place you want to go to before inviting me."

"Well, our best choice would be Earth. But we'd have to move from place to place, because people would notice that we aren't aging," he suggested.

"Give me another choice."

"Well, we could just build a house somewhere. Even if it's just a small hut. Somewhere peaceful and quiet."

"And where would that somewhere be?" she questioned, moving away to look at his face.

"It could be our secret place-"

"I doubt it'll be safe. Let alone peaceful and quiet," she interrupted him.

"Then somewhere far away! Even if it's a place where we can't use our magic. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

"I wouldn't mind it at all," she answered, smiling at him.

"Really? If you're just forcing yourself, we can think of another location. It can be anywhere, really," he said, contemplating.

"Anywhere but here," she added, knowing that was what Yuuri meant.

Yuuri pretended he didn't hear her and went on. "Let's just go to Earth. It'll be perfect. You, me, Greta, and the baby."

Wolfram's eyes widened at these words, not quite sure if she had heard him right.

"We're going to live as a normal family. Let's return to Earth, Wolf. Let's go home," he continued.

As fast as the sudden plunge of happiness, a sad realization dawned on Wolfram. She got up into a half lying, half sitting position, her hair making a thin shawl around her shoulders.

"I can't return to Earth, Yuuri. I can't go home."

"Why?" he asked, feeling a frown form on his face.

"Because Earth was never my home. This is my home. I can't turn my back on Shin Makoku."

Yuuri felt a prickle of pain in his eyes, tears starting to form a bit. He was suddenly aware of the warm light that streamed through their window, making Wolfram's figure painful to look at.

"I always thought that home was where you were, Wolf."

She leaned down and kissed him before getting up and leaving the room. The moment the door closed behind her, a single tear rolled down Yuuri's cheek. He wiped it away, but more replaced it, surprising him.

"Why do I suddenly feel so lonely..." he wondered out loud, giving up on stopping the silent flow of tears from his eyes.

"What was the situation, Your Majesty?"

Yuuri rubbed his forehead. Knowing that everyone around the table was waiting, he decided to explain quickly.

"We still have the upper hand, but Conrad is thinking that everything's too calm. Heck, I don't know what's calm about the situation but he thinks that Luce has yet to show their full power. Also, Liston has declared its side. Of course the king will help his sister," he started.

"I'm sorry," Wolfram suddenly said. "I should be the one in charge of planning this."

"What are you talking about, Wolfram? You're pregnant. Other than ensuring you take care of yourself and our child, you have no other responsibility. You hear me?"

"That-"

"Of course it'll be wiser if you were the one doing this, because experience and ability wise, you win over me. If I had a choice,, you would be doing the tactician's job. But we've got none, do we? I'm not saying that I can't do this. It's just that you would do a much better job."

Everyone could hear the maturity in Yuuri's voice as he spoke. He was becoming very much the King that everyone wanted him to be.

"Can you trust me on this?" he asked. "Actually, can everyone trust me on this?"

Shinou, who had been standing behind Murata's chair, smiled. He looked at Wolfram, the latter meeting his eyes, then nodded.

"I'm sorry," she apologized to Yuuri.

He patted her thigh and turned to the rest. "The number of civilian casualties is nothing alarming, but since we're good on manpower, I've ordered the other soldiers to do rounds at the town. On the line of soldiers, Wolfram, your men have been doing remarkably well, and some have even helped out in the medics division. You've trained them well."

Wolfram nodded, as if it was natural. She uncrossed her legs and unconsciously started running her fingers along her stomach, feeling calm from doing so.

Everyone continued to talk about it until they were interrupted by the sound of frantic shouting. They couldn't make it out at first but gradually, the words started to make sense.

"Infiltration! We have been infiltrated! THE KING!"

They have been infiltrated.

The enemy was in the castle grounds.

The most important thing to do was very simple: get the King to safety.

Everyone were on their feet, trying their very best to remain calm.

"Wolfram, you come with me and his Majesty. We're going to take the nearest emergency route. Gunter, you take the other passage. Mother and His Eminence will come with you," Gwendal ordered, his voice just slightly different from usual.

They were about to leave the room when Wolfram remembered something. "Greta..."

Anissina wasn't in the castle. She was with Gisela. Which means that Greta...

Wolfram bolted for it, Yuuri failing to take a hold of her.

All three of the men held Yuuri down as he threw himself forward, violently screaming Wolfram's name.

"Gunter, go after her!" Gwendal barked.

Gunter immediately followed his orders, leaving the four of them behind.

But they could see that there was nothing more they could do. Yuuri was emitting a blue aura around him.

Wolfram's heart was pounding in her chest, her head spinning with thoughts.

"You have to find Greta," she told herself.

She rounded a corner and drew her sword, charging at two Luce soldiers. When she saw Greta's room, she felt her heart skip a beat.

'What if she isn't there?'

Wolfram shoved the doors open. Only then did she realize that she was barely breathing. She huffed for oxygen as she searched the room, calling out Greta's name.

She heard something from behind the closet doors and positioned her sword as a precaution. Slowly, she approached it, pulling at the handle.

A tiny orange head leaped at her, making her drop her sword to catch her daughter.

"Wolfram..." the child sobbed. "Wolfram... Greta was so scared."

"I know," she cooed. "I'm sorry Greta, I took too long. Let's get you out of here."

She picked up her sword and felt Greta squirm in her arms.

"You can put me down. I'll walk. The baby..."

Hearing this, Wolfram placed Greta on her feet. "We have to keep quiet, okay? Whatever happens, we must not scream. I'll get you out of here."

"Wolfram, the baby!" Greta insisted.

"He's okay," the blonde assured her, wondering if she was also reassuring herself. "For now, we just have to get out of here. Your daddy's waiting for us."

Greta nodded and grabbed Wolfram's hand, feeling the coldness of her palms.

Wolfram led them around the castle, avoiding paths where she spotted the enemy soldiers. Somehow, they managed to get outside. Now, she just had to get her horse and escape.

But getting outside proved to be the wrong option, as she soon found herself engaged in combat. She was facing them while trying to protect Greta.

"Fuck," Wolfram cursed, feeling the cold blade of a sword cutting through her sleeve, managing to slice her skin. She tugged Greta and hugged her, before swinging her own sword and stabbing the man.

Exhausted, she fell on her knees, still holding the little child in her arms.

"Wolfram," Greta called. "Wolfram, are you okay?"

"Yeah," she answered, trying to fill her lungs with air. "I'm fine."

"Wolfram, you're bleeding!"

"Yeah..."

'Just until Yuuri comes,' she thought. 'I'll hold on.'

"-ram! Greta! WOLFRAM!"

Hearing this voice, Wolfram let herself give in. The feeling of Greta's tears and something warm seeping down her legs was all she could make out before her sight went black.

A/N: Okay. I know. You guys can hit me on the head. With a cucumber. All of you.

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