Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram & Conrad/Annisina
Spoilers: Episodes 27 – 31
Laughter filled the ballroom when Annisina arrived. She'd abandoned her invention temporarily, in favor of harassing Gwendal. She'd finally cornered him and she still felt a sense of mirth fill her at the look on his face. It had been of sheer terror and he'd run screaming like a little girl.
Gunter had chased after them, berating Gwendal for abandoning Yuuri. Annisina had looked to Yuuri, eyeing Wolfram meaningfully before chasing after her pray. Yuuri hadn't missed the look and looked over at his fiancé. He knew he probably should have done something sooner, but he'd just been so preoccupied lately.
After Konrad had been recovered, it seemed as their relationship had changed. Then again, he knew it had to do with Konrad losing his arm. He certainly didn't blame Konrad for not wanting to be around him at the moment. It was his fault that his friend had lost his arm, though he knew Konrad didn't see it that way, just as he knew that his friend no doubt thought he was sparing Yuuri pain by being around. He did miss Konrad, wishing he was there to protect him and not Huber. As much as he liked Huber, he could never replace Konrad.
Watching the children begin to make paper garlands, Yuuri went over to his fiancé to speak with him for a bit. "Wolfram? Can I ask you something?"
"What? Of course. What is it, Yuuri?" Wolfram turned from the box of decorations he'd been unpacking for later.
Yuuri made a face, wondering if Wolfram would call him a wimp again over this. "I have a favor to ask. Will you go talk to Konrad?"
Surprised, Wolfram arched an eyebrow in inquiry. "Why? You're not wimping out again are you?"
'I knew it was too good to ask for,' Yuuri groaned inwardly to himself. "No. I just think you should talk to him. You haven't said a word to him since we found him."
Wolfram was silent, turning his face away from Yuuri. In truth, he was afraid to talk to his brother. He felt…inferior somehow whenever he looked at Konrad. Konrad had made the ultimate sacrifice for his king, and Wolfram didn't want his petty jealousy to get in the way of that sacrifice.
He finally looked out the window and up at the castle wall where he knew his brother's room was. He could barely make out the figure of his brother in his bed. From what he could see from where he was, the expression on his brother's face was anything but joyous.
Squaring his shoulders, he set down the box and marched over. Yuuri grinned, watching his fiancé's determined expression. If Wolfram hadn't wanted to do this before, he certainly did now. Turning from the opened doors, he went over to help Greta, knowing that things would get better for his fiancé and friend. It was Christmas, after all and all things were possible during Christmas.