AN:

Hello, I know that it's been a really looong time since I have updated GSQ. I do apologize for that but I promised myself that I will finish this long fanfic. Please bear with me as it might take awhile. I already half forgotten about this and how I wanted the story to progress. I'm slowly getting it back on track.

As I reviewed my past additions to this fic, I started editing some of its contents. (primarily spelling and misuse of certain words and scenarios) I hope you like it. I will also insert image links for imagination purposes along the way. Since FF doesn't support placing images mid chapters.

Please use this link to view image references since FF doesn't allow mid chapter images. Please also be reminded that all the photos in the pinterest link are NOT mine. All the credits goes to their original owners because they made really amazing photos that I can use for inspiration.

The board contains images of how I imagine Branwen's looks, Her Clothes etc. I will be continuously updating this together with the fic.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou and any of its characters. This story is made solely because I can't get enough of Conrart and Yuuri.

I was brought down by the err skeleton, it was so sudden that I almost tripped as I steadied my feet on the ground and if not for the man called Lord Weller I would have probably fell.

"Your Majesty, daijoubou ka?" he asked.

"err, eto, me? Your Majesty? Wait, I don't get you. Who are you? And where am I? Why are you calling me your majesty? I have a lot of questions. Umm, I mean will you answer them?" I sounded frantic but I couldn't help but not want to know. Though I'm thankful for his help, I'm in a foreign land and a lot has happened to me already.

"Forgive me, Yuuri, you're safe with us, I have come for you and all of your questions will be answered once we get to safety."

He smiled and held his hand out as if to motion me to follow him and even though I'm reluctant to take it, I did and let him take the lead. I just feel safe with him and there's something genuine about his smile. He led me back to his horse along with the two other men he's with. He mounted the horse so gracefully that I can't help but think that it's in his nature to ride. Come to think of it, he's also well with the sword.

I was disturbed in my thoughts when a hand suddenly appeared in front of me. Lord Weller was offering his hand willing me to ride with him to wherever the so-called safe place is.

"I'm sorry your majesty, we did not bring a spare horse, if you're comfortable in riding with me then we shall get going if not, you may choose from one of the other two" motioning to the other people that he is with.

"You don't have to be formal, I'm not your majesty." I rebutted. I looked at his still extended hand and took it without any hesitation and sat on his back. It has been awhile since I've ridden, it took awhile for me to settle down. alas, I was able to relax. Then I heard him say "please ease your mind for you are safe with us."

After that, no words were exchanged between the rider and me. I wasn't able to look at his face but from the looks of his back, he's well trained...he's a strong man. It was a long silent journey. The compensation was the scenery. The place, it's nowhere near the city I was born in. The longer I look into it, it's like the medieval times.

"We are near." Lord Weller said. I looked into the distance and saw a village. I guess that's the safe place. We got infront by the door and he came to a halt. Someone half ran and half walked towards us.

"Your Majesty!" the man says. He has long, thick gray hair, lilac-colored eyes, and a body that's nine times the size of his head at its full height. He looks funny, but then again, handsome too. If my friends were with me in this attraction, all of them would have dropped their jaws and faint because of him.

Since I'm unable to climb off the horse by myself_ yet, I'm left hanging onto its back, at a loss for a reply. How should I answer someone who calls me Your Majesty? And an ultra-beautiful 30s-something man in his prime at that!

It's not due to a lack of vocabulary or to the fact that my CPU is cycling particularly slowly that I can't accurately describe his beauty. He's way prettier than I am. The surroundings of an average senior high student just don't usually contain such beauty, to say nothing of someone like the man standing in front of me, who isn't even half a day of a grueling ride clinging to Lord Weller's back—my first time on horseback after a long time—we have finally arrived at a village with wooden buildings, smaller than the one from earlier. It has around fifteen houses, and looks more like a neighborhood association than a village. One after another, armed soldiers return from all directions to the forest entrance a small distance away. Terrifyingly, each of the parties comes with its own "flying!model skeleton." Maybe they're this theme park's mascot characters? If so, it's in extremely bad taste—wait, no, it's a novel concept.

We cut across the center of the village and came to a largish (four rooms or so) house some ways away from the soldiers. As we reached the area in front of it, the door burst open, and he came flying out. I give up trying to speak as soon as I see his face. It's that beautiful: I mean, really beautiful, super-beautiful, ultra fully beautiful—um, beautiful. I can't say that it's a noble face that exudes sagacity or anything. He's a beautiful person who looks really intelligent! Though there's a rather vapid expression on his face.

Even his voice is beautiful—a resonant baritone. That Adalbert from earlier was pretty handsome too, but this person is so perfect that he would make girls swoon on sight. And it's not just girls in their late twenties who would faint—mature and old...no, all ladies would. Actually, I was blown away by his beauty.

"Conrart, hurry and give Her Majesty a hand..."

"Yes, yes. Your Majesty, if you lean this way, yes, please climb down slowly—that's it, steady now."

Lord Weller's first name appears to be Conrart. Thanks to him, I'm Finally liberated from the horse, my feet reach level ground. I still feel like I'm swaying up and down. Ohh, I missed that feeling.

"Oh, Your Majesty, I am so glad you're safe! I, von Kleist, have been anxiously awaiting the day that I would at last be able to meet you," he says dramatically, and drops to the ground on one knee. I take a startled step back and hiss in pain as the sudden movement aggravates the ache in my buttocks. The beautiful person's face changes color.

"Your Majesty, are you injured anywhere?! Conrart! You were with him, weren't you?" von Kleist continued.

"Your bottom hurts, doesn't it, Your Majesty. Since this is your first time on horseback. Right?" Conrart asks, and I'm bewildered by his grin. But the beautiful person, who's apparently called von Kleist, doesn't leave it at that.

"The first time?! Is training in horseback riding no longer a part of the elementary curriculum? Why did the Shinou choose such a world for..."

"This is not the place for that, Günter. Von Grantz got there before us." Conrart cut him off telling him what happened before we got here.

"Adalbert! Your Majesty, did they do anything to you?!" Guinter turned to me.

"Actually, I've ridden before but I stopped for a long time so it hurts now ...umm, They threw rocks and came at me with hoes and spades, but..." I stated.

"How terrible! Those humans...but, Your Majesty, how is it that you can speak..."

He probably wants to ask how I can understand them. I wave my right hand limply and try not to smile.

"Well, but everyone speaks Japanese so well. It's too modest of you to worry about whether or not I understand you. I'm surprised at how fluent everyone is. It's amazing—bravo, viva the actors' soul. How long have you been in Japan? What country are you from?"

Günter (name) von Kleist (surname) looks dubious.

"I come from...this country." He said.

"You were born in Japan?!" I was bewildered at that.

That's when Lord Weller says something totally shocking.

"But Your Majesty, this is not Japan."

"Oh—there, see? I knew you couldn't have been born in Japan. Because this is...uh."

Huh?

This isn't Japan?

Did he just say that this isn't Japan?

"Then why is everyone speaking Japanese?"

"We're not."

That's when I first took a good look at Lord Weller. He appears to be about nineteen or twenty, just a few years older than me and his clothes, unlike that of the villagers, are primarily functional. His khaki-colored belt and leather boots—maybe influenced by TV or movies—look like they're part of some country's military uniform.

He has rather short dark brown hair and light brown eyes with scattered flecks of silver. There are traces of an old scar across his eyebrows, as well as evidence of old injuries on his fingers and the backs of his hands. He places those hands on my shoulders and gazes deliberately down at me.

"This is not Japan, Yuuri. This isn't even the world in which you were born and raised."

As he's informing me of that unbelievable fact, I'm thinking in the back of my mind—aaah, I understand this person. If I were to tell someone about him, I would definitely be able to do it pretty well.

Lord Conrart Weller would be the type of person who would strike an unconsciously heroic pose in the center court at Wimbledon and receive a standing ovation from the audience. But not because of his face. Compared to Günter and Adalbert, he's rather plain; if he were a Hollywood actor, he'd probably be just one among many in supporting roles. But his expression belongs to someone for whom life is the culmination of having lived every moment until this one: not as a beloved of God or an artist's construct, but rather one who has lived his life his own way. He's simply amazing and breathtaking.

That's what he's like, Conrad. I think that's how I would describe him to someone. A simple man who has experienced both sides of the world.

"Conrad...I mean, um, lord Conrart..."

"Hmm? Oh, since you're used to hearing English, Conrad is probably easier for you to pronounce and you don't have to be so formal. I have some friends who call me that, too."

"Have I met you somewhere before?"