Wow, didn't expect this story to have you guys reviewing this fast! But thanks for the reviews! Well then, hope you like this chapter. Did this in like about a few hours or so.

Summary: Decisions are made and now the cruel trials of love starts as both the Maou and Wolfram try to find their way back to each other. Will love finally blossom between them? Or is it just a one-sided affair?

Yuuri,

Do you remember the time we spent together? I was always accusing you of something that you had not even done. I've called you a wimp and a cheater, to name a few. But right now, it would seem that I'm the wimp here.

Tonight, I overheard you in the garden. The words you said were cruel and, yet, so true. Who could accept us? Accept our marriage? We've prolonged the inevitable and you've pretended that our engagement, no, our meeting together, was nothing more than just a mere greeting.

But during the time we spent, the time that you treated me as one of your friends, I've realized that the love I've had for the Maou was much deeper. I've wanted to be more than just your loyal subject. Much, much more. I've wanted to be different than the rest. That is why I've taken to calling you by your name, instead of the title "Your Majesty". But it made no difference to you.

I've come to realize that we can never be together. And in my heart, although it's painful for me, I've come to accept that. So now, I'm giving the great Maou a chance at real love. At the very least, you'll have a real marriage and Greta would finally have her wish of a real family.

Someday, I might return back to you. I'm not sure when, it might be days, months or even years. But someday, I will surely return and will be your loyal subject once again. Nothing more. So till that time, I sincerely hope that you'll be all right without me to protect you all the time. Afterall, a wimp will always be a wimp.

Wolfram

The moon shone bright and yellow against the dark canvas of the sky. The moonlight softly cast shadows upon the small village that slept silently under the ever-watchful moon. He rested his head against the frame of the window as he sat upon the windowsill, totally at peace. For a moment, all of his problems seemed to flew out of the window upon gazing at the serenely silent moon. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath of the night air. An image of a certain dark-haired boy flashed in his mind, bringing forth a fresh new batch of stinging pain stabbing through his heart. He sighed as he opened his eyes, the emerald green of his eyes were startling. With his head still resting gently against the window frame, several locks of his hair fell forward, hiding his features from sight.

"When will you be going back?" a voice called out, startling him slightly. Without turning, he knew that Adelbert was behind – a few distance from him. The silence around them was thick like a mist.

"To love someone is to set them free," he suddenly whispered. At that moment, he raised his head back to gaze upon the moon, his golden locks still hiding his features. "Angels of destiny will decide your fate. If you are meant to be, they will be there to guide your lost love back to you. But -"

He turned to face the golden-haired rebel, mildly shocked to find his brother standing beside the man. Conrad was gazing upon him, concern in his brown eyes. "Until this heartache passes by," he replied, a soft sad smile played on his lips. And with that, he turned around once again.

"He'd not return back," Adelbert said as he watched his old friend closed the door. Conrad turned and nodded in agreement. His brown eyes were dark as he thought of the pain his younger brother was suffering. He'd once felt that way before but time eased the pain away. And it had been a very long time.

"It's all right. They need time away from each other. So I'll be entrusting my brother's life to you for now," he said, smiling at his golden-haired friend.

"How did it come to this?" Adelbert coughed in an attempt to change the subject. His smile disappeared as a frown appeared. The brown-haired man did not replied him as he turned to walk away. His friend watched him walked before he followed after. Quiet silence accompanied them as they made their way out to where a lone chocolate stallion was.

"So how did he take it?"

Many days had passed and not once did he ever let go of the frail letter. Time and time again, he would read its contents. Time and time again, he could not believe, no, would not believe the shocking meaning it beheld. After finally reaching the end of the letter which he had already memorized, did he finally look away from the worn-out paper. His dark eyes were darker with emotions as he let the paper slip away from his hand. His eyes scanned the lonely room, expecting that golden head would suddenly peek out of the sheets. But nothing was in his big bed for two.

"Only for one now," he thought as he stood up. Bending down, he picked up the letter and folded it before slipping it in his shirt pocket. Suddenly, a knock on the door startled him. He heard the door opened and turned expectantly. His eyes held disappointment when he found that it was only Gunter and Conrad.

"Your Majesty," the lilac-haired advisor called out. He turned away from them, without acknowledging, and watched his daughter picked the flowers from the garden. From his view, he could see that her shoulders were slumped in a dejected manner but she still kept on going. He knew how much Greta missed her father; missed his complains, his rudeness and his care. He closed his eyes.

"Your Majesty," he then heard Gunter called out again, this time a little closer now. "I know it's hard for you but everyone is worried about you. There is still the matter of gaining the trust of the other nations and-"

"Yuuri," he now heard Conrad called out to him. Like before, he did not turn back. "What if I were to say that I know where Wolfram is?"

Hope now fluttered back into his body as he straightened himself up and turned around. "Where?" he said in a near-shout. But his guardian shook his head.

"Do you love him?"

The innocent, yet difficult, question rang through the whole room as Yuuri stopped short.

"Conrad-" Gunter started but was cut short by the brown-haired knight.

"Do you love him, Your Majesty?"

"I-I," he started as he took a step back. A faint blush appeared in his cheeks while he stared wildly at Conrad. He could see Gunter looking at both of them in concern.

"A simple question requires a simple answer, Your Majesty."

He could feel the air around them turning tense as both of his subjects now looked at him with such intensity. Pressurized, he suddenly walked past the two of them and out of the room. Outside, he faintly saw Gwendel leaning against the wall beside the bedroom door as he walked away.

He could feel the hotness of the sun beating down his spine as he straightened himself up. Looking up at the clear blue sky, he ran a hand through his now black hair. Deep blue eyes scanned the sky as birds flew past. He could hear the villagers working hard around him in the fields. Suddenly, he felt a small tug at his shirt. Looking down, he found himself staring into a pair of caramel eyes. The small girl smiled up at him when suddenly, he was surrounded by the other village children.

"Come play with us, Wolfe," she said. The others nodded in agreement.

"Take a rest, Wolfe. Go play with them," he then heard several of the villagers called out to him. He turned to face them and saw they smiled back at him while others nodded. He smiled back at them and nodded before turning back to the now squealing children whom he followed as they ran ahead of him.

From a far, Adelbert watched as the previous engaged golden-haired, no, black-haired Wolfram played with the human children.

Littered around him, he watched as the children slept peacefully under the huge tree that was shading them from the sun. With his back against the rough bark, he leaned his darkened head as he closed his eyes. Around him, he could hear the soft breezing wind while birds chirped and tittered. "It's peaceful," he whispered sleepily. He had never knew how life in a village could be this peaceful. Hazy with sleep, he opened his eyes and looked down upon the sleeping face of the little girl, Lily, who had her head on his lap. He smiled at her serene face and gently, began to stroke her silky hair.

At that moment, he wondered about his own child. Was she behaving as she was supposed to be? Would she missed him? And what about Yuuri?

An image of the dark Maou appeared in his mind. Strangely, only mild pain streaked through his heart. But they were pain nonetheless. "I wonder how he is doing?" he whispered as he lifted his head slightly.

"Why don't you come and see for yourself?" a deep voice said out of nowhere. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched as his brother made his way towards him, stopping a few distance away. He noticed two bouquet of flowers were cradled in his arms; one was a small and dainty bunch while the other was huge. Silently, he closed his eyes as he listened to his brother softly walked to his side, careful not to disturb the children. "It's strange to find you surrounded with children. Human children, that is," he heard Conrad commented.

"Shut up," he whispered. That caused his brother to smile and laugh a little before settling to sit beside him. Silent minutes ticked by as both knights gazed upon the perfect scenery before them.

"Everyone misses you," Conrad suddenly spoke out. Several of the children stirred before settling back to sleep. "Mother has been asking for you. Gwendel, in his own special way, as well. Greta's misbehaving, saying that only her father can discipline her."

"Is that so?" he replied with a question. The unspoken question burned at the tip of his tongue but he had his pride.

"He misses you as well," Conrad said with a sudden. He gave out a soft snort before closing his eyes again.

"When hell freezes over," he whispered.

"He really do miss you. This is from him," he heard some ruffling as Conrad deposited the bouquets onto his lap. Opening his eyes, he looked down at them. "The small one is from your daughter. Like I said, she wants her father back to reprimand her for picking the flowers."

He gazed upon the small bouquet, a small wistful smile played on his lips. His gaze averted to the other, this time, his mouth was grim. His other hand balled into a tight fist as he ached to touch the huge bouquet. But the words returned back and he looked away.

"Take it back. I don't want it. Tell him that he should go search for someone who really wants him. A woman preferably. He should just- just forget about me," he said with a soft sniff in his tone. His brother sighed as he picked the bouquet while standing up. As soon as the brown-haired knight stood up, Wolfram held the other bouquet and placed it on his side. Turning slightly, he gazed at his brother with heavy-lidded eyes. Emotions played in the dark swirls of blue of his eyes but Conrad could not distinguish them. "Please tell him that he's able to go and find a real woman to love him. And tell her to love him the way I did."

That letter is just the hardest thing for me to write. Words escaped me when I tried to write down Wolfram's feelings at that moment. But the story must go on!

Also, I just love what Wolfram said when he was being silent and distant! "To love someone is to set them free. Angels of destiny will decide your fate. If you are meant to be, they will be there to guide your lost love back to you." I actually wanted to add more but thought it would be cool to just let it end that way! This came from some inspiration after reading some the angst stories written by the more professional writers!

- To love someone is to set them free. Destiny has a strange way of showing and angels will decide what your fate will be. If you are meant to be together, they wull guide you and return you back to whom you are meant to be with. If I can, I will defy destiny and be wrapped in your love for all time-