Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou and everything related to it is not mine, but the idea of this story is.

Another's Note: Originally a separate story, but since I decided to put together stories about Yuuri's bedroom as I mentioned before, I decided to put this under Bedroom Events as well. (Ah I am just so interested in his bedroom for some reason...dies). Kind of revised, though not noticeable I suppose...

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Nighttime watcher

Wolfram did not remember falling asleep; he blinked his weary eyes several times in the dark until the features of the top of the bed stand became clearer, then snapped when he realized it was already deep in the evening. He had intended not to sleep before Yuuri's return, despite the heavy tiredness after the day's military training. Gunter had intensified the amount of training, much to Wolfram's dismay, granting the Heika should speed up his learning process so as to take up more workload of Gwendal as he was the highness of the country after all; and it was the fact that there were still much Yuuri was not familiar with in the Kingdom of Shin Makoku.

Minutes passed by, his mind gradually cleared from the grogginess. Shifting around and stretching a little, his arm hit not so gently on some alien object sharing the bed with him. He turned towards it sharply, his eyes widened at the sight before him.

Yuuri, in a deep slumber, was lying beside him in his black uniform, the blanket under his body rather than on top.

Wolfram blinked several times more. That wimp, what is he doing sleeping on top of the blanket? It's peak time of winter – and such body-clinging clothes are just the silliest thing to wear to bed!

Then a thought came to him. He knew he hit him hard when he stretched, but Yuuri was still fast asleep...

He must be beyond tired – from the current state the Maou was in, he probably had pulled his weary body through the long corridors of the castle, drifted into the room and dropped on the bed, fast asleep instantly – that was why he was sleeping in a manner opposing a proper sleeper.

The blonde Mazoku rose into a sitting position on the mattress. Despite sharing many moments with his dark-haired fiance, occasions of watching him this quiet and still were rare. He was always so energetic, never settled down for a break. That was why Wolfram found this moment a bit striking. The Maou's usual emotional features were now as calm as the silent night, his dark eyelashes braced those closed eyelids, lips pressed lightly together in a gesture that resembled a subtle smile – Wolfram could not tell if he was really smiling. He edged closer to try to figure it out but almost jumped when Yuuri suddenly moaned in his sleep, his expression suddenly bitter.

"Gunter... not 'litics 'gain..."

A wave of sudden rage attacked Wolfram. He knew he should not be jealous at such remark, but he was always jealous whenever Yuuri's mind was on someone – or something else that was not him. He had been having the urge to burst through the closed door of Gunter's study when his fiance was inside acquiring new knowledge. The thought of him spending days after days with this man with a fondness over the Maou was driving him mad with jealousy, no matter how much he did not want to admit, the lavender haired man was talented in every way - knowledge and strategy, magic and sword skills, nothing could get into the man's way. Should such perfect man not possessing weird attitudes and unwelcome obsession over his fiance, he could have swore he would admire the long-haired soldier.

Moments after Yuuri's frown faded away, Wolfram moved closer to gaze at him again. Yuuri was cute, his features innocent especially at still times like this. He was adorable even in the annoyed expression retorting Wolfram's rude remarks. Wolfram smiled, sometimes watching over him was like watching a child with evergreen youth, and would never have watched enough. After all, Wolfram himself was much older than Yuuri, his heart had aged from bitterness and delightful experiences through his years, though he scarcely showed it when he was by Yuuri's side. Yuuri had always brought him refreshment, making him felt decades younger inside.

Yuuri always treated all people with equality, trusting the ones he met the first time, accepting whoever he met with an open mind and heart. Kindness was the most valuable virtue to be the king, and also the most important virtue to draw companions to him. Wolfram thought of him as no more than a negligible wimp when they first met; when he "proposed" to him, he was so reluctant that he called up a dual to break the engagement.

But now he was grateful that he lost. He could not imagine what his life would be like if the result was otherwise.

Moonlight strayed into the bedroom through the windows and on Yuuri's sleeping form. He is not just adorable, but beautiful too. The color of his uniform contrasted with the pale moonlight. Shadowed graced his peaceful features, making the dark circles under his eyes more obvious to the blonde's sight. His fingers stretched and massaged the soft flesh gently with pity, it must have been hard for the Maou to rush into the complicated duties. His fingers slid to caress his cheek just as lightly. Yuuri is indeed still a child, Wolfram mused, his fingers moving tenderly to his forehead and unruly hair like a mother's touch on his son.

He was a treasure – not only for Wolfram, but for all those around him, though Wolfram had always, and would always, wanted Yuuri to be his very own treasure. But that stupid yet rich smile of his was enough to drive his resentment away.

He would protect Yuuri, under any circumstances. He would fall with him when the time came. He would shed blood of anyone should he threatened Yuuri's safety. He would protect him – as his soldier, as his fiance, as his friend, as someone by his side. Wolfram von Bielefield had every reason to fight for his King.