Title: Child's Night
Author: Queen Momoko
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters: Greta, Wolfram/Yuuri
Request: kneazles's Nightmare request.

Wide eyes stared out into the dark. The night seemed to fill every little nook and cranny in the room. The silence of the stone castle at night sometimes took hold of her dreams and twisted them. Like tonight. Now she sat on her bed with sheets and blankets wrapped around her as if to ward off the night.

But that did nothing to stop the wind from howling. So she cowered deeper into her caccoon. Still the night's chill snuck in between the folds and froze her skin, taking her back to before. Before her parents.

Nights are not friendly things to small children. Especially those small children who find themselves without parents to keep the night terrors away. With everyone else asleep, lost little children were left with the emptiness. The emptiness that seemed to grow with each night and each ghoul that makes their way into their terrorized minds.

Even safely bundled up on her bed, she could almost hear their quiet voices. Their voices that always said that lost children's parents would never appear. Daytime fears filled the room in tangible emotions. Leaving no escape and only suffocating those who were left behind.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to notice the inky blackness that surrounded her. But as another gust of wind cried out, she couldn't help the squeak of terror that made its way into the room. The sound grew to fill her ears with its ringing cry further raising her own anxiety.

Small, warm feet met the cold, broad expanse. Curls bounced and swirled around as the head they were attached to turned back and forth. Arms clutched tightly against the cold.

It was only when she had opened the door to her parents room and looked in that she began to feel hesitant about disturbing them. Taking a step back at her own foolishness, she made to back out of the room.

"Greta," a hoarse voice whispered.

Her eyes dashed up to the black eyes of her father. His sleepy smile welcoming. With his move to make a little more room on the bed for her, she ran over. She crawled onto the bed over her mother's legs and into the area between her parents. As she wormed her way underneath the blankets, her mother yawned and looked down at her.

"Gre- ta," He said with a sleepy smile.

She loved her mother and father. They would make everything all right. Her father with his black hair, black eyes and a kind smile for everyone, would always love her. Her mother with his blonde hair, blue eyes and temper like no other, would always be there to protect her.