I want to break her apart. Lock every little piece and store it away, so every single bit of her is mine alone.

I want to cut her legs off, effectively stopping any physical way of escaping.

But I can not be strong enough to watch her live the rest of her life in such a state.

I wish to drive her insane with thoughts of me. She must only think of me, and me alone. When she wakes up, throughout the whole day, before she falls asleep, and in her dreams and nightmares; they must be filled with me.

But I can not do anything for her to think of me that much.

I want to overwhelm her with different feelings for me. All sorts of feelings.

I want her to feel love. So much love that it might cause her heart to burst. I want her to obsess over me.

I want her to feel hate. Hate that equals love's intensity. I want her to hate me so that I will never leave her head.

Even jealousy, yes, I want her to feel it. I want her to feel insanely jealous over everything little thing and everyone around me, so that she becomes consumed by it.

I want her to lust over me. I want her to physically crave for me as much as I crave for her. I want her to feel the sexual frustration I go through every time I catch a glimpse of her at night.

I want her to willingly chain herself to me. To offer herself to me. To throw away everything for me. To break herself for me.

But I can not play with her emotions, not like that. I can't hurt her, or confine her, and take away everything else in her heart but myself, for I do not have the ability to do so.

I can not do anything.

When did I become this way?

The king was having a hard time keeping his cool. The conversation he had with a few of the soldiers kept replaying in his head.

"Go look for Wolfram," Yuuri had instructed the men who had come running to him.

"But sir-," One tried to say, stopping himself midway.

"What?"

"Your Majesty," another soldier stepped in. "We are to escort you out of the castle."

Yuuri narrowed his eyes. "You just received direct orders from your king. Get your behinds running, now, and start looking for Wolfram."

"Sir, I am sorry, but your safety comes above all else. It is in the rules-"

"Fuck the rules!" Yuuri found himself blurting out words he would only say if he was back at on Earth, not to Shin Makoku's soldiers. "That woman is carrying my child."

"Your Majesty-"

"GO!"

He felt a hostile presence sneak up behind him. 'Ah, a distraction,' he thought. Remembering that he didn't have a sword, he realised he would have to choose between using his maryoku or engaging in hand to hand combat with an armed man.

"The latter, then," he said, then whirled around just in time, catching his prey by the neck. "Hello."

Using the strong grip he had, Yuuri lifted up the unnamed soldier, watching as saliva started oozing out his mouth. "That's disgusting. Didn't your mother teach you not to drool in front of Royalty?" With this, he slammed the man down, hearing a few bones crack when his body connected with the ground.

"Ah, that's gotta hurt," he observed, freeing the man's neck, only to straighten up and use his toes to step on his head. "I know what you're thinking: he's not supposed to be this strong. Right? Well, let's just say that I didn't become the king of the demon race for nothing, shall we? Bye bye."

But he didn't kill him. Not because his sane part was screaming at him to stop, but because he thought it would just be a waste of time.

Wolfram was the number one priority.

"Heika!"

'Another one?' he thought, watching the figure as he closed the distance between them, only to realise it was one of his own.

"We've found Her Highness."

Yuuri didn't need to hear where they took her. The look on the soldier's face told him exactly what her condition would be.

He ran inside, knowing he might kill anyone who tries to get in his way now.

Yuuri didn't need to have any medical degree to assess the situation. He looked around, the wounded soldiers shooting him apologetic stares, sorry that they couldn't do anything for him.

As if he deserved any of that. Just how many of those soldiers back then died on his command? Where were the rest? Are they still looking for her?

Where is she?

Yuuri allowed himself to further submerge into the embracing feeling of misery, straining his eyes and forcing his legs to move. He felt that he already knew Wolfram's condition.

One of the medics saw him and gestured for him to follow her into a room. Just before he stepped in, he looked back at the soldiers watching him, their eyes screaming guilt and regret.

For what?

He entered the room, closing the door behind him. It was a small room, cleaner than the others but still had that gloomy feel. The mild smell of disinfectant didn't go unnoticed, but his eyes were fixed on the single bed's occupant.

Wolfram was quiet. Although her eyes were open, they didn't move to acknowledge him. She was wearing something similar to a hospital gown, obviously too big for her.

Why did she look so empty?

Yuuri felt his legs move slowly, but his mind in a faster pace.

This was what the soldiers meant by those stares.

He pulled out a chair and sat down by her bedside, his hands snaking their way to her left hand, holding it and feeling its coldness. His eyes automatically searched hers, looking for a trace of emotion there.

Nothing.

She was empty.

Yuuri felt numb. Not empty, like her. Just unfeeling. Blank. Maybe it was his brain's way of saving him from the shock. But even that didn't last long. He was re-functioning, a surge of feelings making his body shake, his grip on her hand tighten.

"Heika," he barely heard someone call him, but he recognised the voice. If it had been any other person, he would have thrown them out.

"Gunter," he called, noticing how hoarse his own voice was.

He heard the lilac-haired man's coat make a whooshing sound, letting him know that he was kneeling. "My deepest apologies, Heika. I didn't... make it in time."

'Is he crying?' Yuuri wondered. With his mind in a mess, all he could do was think up distractions.

"I will only accept death as a penalty," Gunter continued.

"Stand up, Gunter. Wolfram will get mad if she wakes up and sees you like that."

"Heika...?"

But Yuuri couldn't answer, for Wolfram had indeed woken up; her eyes blinked, and her head slowly turned towards him. Still, her depths remained empty.

She did not cry.

Yuuri had Wolfram moved to their room after help came from Spitzberg, which came after receiving a great deal of damage. He took in the report over the number of deaths, wounded, and, although only represented in a small number with no serious injuries, the number of civilians who got involved.

After, with the two of them alone in their room, he stood by the side of the bed, watching her sleep, his body all tensed up.

'Is she still awake?' he wondered. Deciding that he needed to get things done, he started to head to the door, only to feel someone grab the hem of his black jacket. He suppressed a sigh.

No words were needed: he understood what that grip meant. He stared down at her, reached out and touched her lips with his fingertips.

Fragile. That word seemed to scream at him. Handle with care.

'Isn't this what I want?' he thought. 'What I wanted, at some point? Didn't I want to tear her apart? Didn't I want her to cling to me just like this? To need me?

In fact, why don't I just do her? If she feels that empty, I could just fill her up again. Is it a baby she needs? I can give her a dozen.

Actually, why don't I just do it right now? I doubt she'd put any resistance. Actually, would she even respond? Ah, I doubt that one, too. I might as well be fucking a post for all I'm worth.'

He traced her lower lips but his eyes wandered down, imagining his hands around that perfect neck of hers.

'Am I starting to develop a neck fetish now? But what if I just put a little pressure, just enough to stop the air-'

"Ah," he said out loud, realising that his hands had traveled down, now inches away from her chest.

He felt like throwing up. What was he thinking just now? He felt the urge to grab a bottle of bleach and fry his brain with it.

He felt disgusted at himself.

"Yuuri?"

He sat down, retrieving his hand and placing it on her arm. "I need to talk to Gwendal. It won't take long."

"Just call him in, then," she replied. Even her voice sounded dead.

"It won't take long, I promise. I'm just-," he said but got cut off midway.

"If it's about me, I won't listen."

"Wolfram, you know very well that it isn't because of that."

"I'll just burn something. That'll catch his attention. He'll come running."

Yuuri shook his head. He stood up and ignored the death stare burning into his back. He opened the door just enough so he could talk to the soldiers posted outside, asking one of them to call their commander for him.

He walked back and noted that he might have seen some relief color her eyes for a brief moment. Soon though, she was back in bed, curled up into a protective ball.

Two knocks sounded on the door, the visitor obviously trying to make it as quiet as he could. Yuuri opened the doors for the stern-eyed demon, gesturing that they stay there to avoid waking up the now sleeping blonde.

"You called me?"

"I need you to write up a letter for me. I'll just sign and stamp it when it's done," he informed him.

"A letter containing what, and to whom?"

"To the ten nobles. Tell them that I've decided to promote Wolfram's rank."

"You couldn't possibly mean...?" Gwendal trailed.

"I'm making her the queen," Yuuri confirmed.

"Heika, you know there are procedures to follow."

"We're at war right now," the young monarch reminded the older man.

"The more reason to wait for such declarations!"

"Listen, I'm not planning on following any of the normal procedures here. Shinou could just apparate to this very room and bless her or something, then give her the crown. Simple."

"It is not that simple. You need the approval of the ten nobles before you can do that," Gwendal told him, his wrinkles started to show more.

"Do I look like I'm taking a no for an answer here? That woman lost her child, the child of the king, by protecting the first princess. If that isn't enough reason for them, then I don't know what it is. I don't give a damn either way. I'm making her the queen, granting her equal power, and equal protection as me. I do not want a repeat of what happened here. Ever." Yuuri was struggling to keep his voice down as his temper rose. He reminded himself that it wasn't any of the soldiers' fault. It was the system's.

"And if needed, let them know that we're only informing them for the sake of formality," he continued.

Gwendal massaged the bridge of his nose, but Yuuri knew he got his point across.

"I understand. I will write one for you to sign."

"Good. Thank you."

Yuuri expected Gwendal to leave, but the adviser looked like there was something more he wanted to discuss.

"Gwendal?"

"I think we might conduct a very small ceremony for her crowning," he said.

"That's not necessary," Yuuri chided him. "We can't hold one in our current state."

"No, we can. Luce requested a temporary ceasefire."

A/N: Again, chapter wouldn't be here if it weren't for my awesome editor, Shen. Thanks for keeping up with my crap, and thanks for the awesome avatar~ /points to sexy red-eyed guy.

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