Well then, here's the next chapter. And thanks for reviewing!

- To love someone is to set them free. Destiny has a funny way of showing this. Angels will be the ones to decide your fate. If you are meant to be, they will guide your love back to you. But if I can, I would defy destiny and remained wrapped in your love for all eternity. But reality is cruel- (Wolfram von Bielefelt

Dark expectant eyes watched the gates as he paced around the garden. His daughter who sat on one of the benches watched her father paced almost haphazardly while Murata sighed and shook his head beside her.

"Sit down, Shibuya," he called out to the dark-haired boy who kept turning his head to stare at the gates. But Yuuri ignored him. "You're giving everyone a headache. Especially me," he muttered, lifting a hand up to his temples. Suddenly, the dark Maou perked up when the sound of hooves came thundering into the castle grounds. Without waiting for any of them, Yuuri sped towards the brown-haired knight who had just dismounted. Without turning to greet the knight, his eyes strayed on to the gates, hoping for another rider to appear. But no one came after the brown-haired knight.

"Your Majesty," he heard Conrad called out to him. Blankly, he turned to face the knight.

"Where is he?" he asked, his dark eyes searching Conrad's own brown eyes. The knight sighed and closed his eyes as he shook his head. At that answer, Yuuri could feel the numbness returning back to course wildly through his body. Suddenly, he gave out a shaky laugh. The others looked at him with a sudden, surprised to find the Maou laughing. "Your jokes aren't that funny anymore Conrad. Seriously, where is he? He's playing with me, right? I know sooner or later he'll come flying here screaming 'Wimp!'," he said with a wave of his hand. However, the brown-haired knight could only turn his head away. Something was thrust towards him with a sudden.

Numbly, he looked down to find the gift that he had Conrad delivering returned back to him. Eyes widened, he gazed upon the many flowers that he had personally picked in order for his fiancé to come and shout at him for picking them.

"He left a message for you, though," Conrad's voice suddenly penetrated through the hazy numbness that he was feeling. Slowly, he looked up at the knight. "'Wimp, don't look for me. Don't bother about me. You should go and find a nice woman who would be good for you and Greta. And if you did find her, tell her to take care of you.'" the knight quoted.

"But I don't want a mother!" Greta's small voice suddenly rang out through the courtyard. Everyone looked down at the small brown-haired girl who had tears gleaming in her chocolate eyes. Gunter quickly knelt down, trying to console the small princess. "I want Wolfram! I want him to tuck me in all the time! I want him to scold me; tell me what's right and what's wrong! I-I take back my stupid wish!"

He stared out of the window, his back against the stony texture of the wall. He gazed upon the clear blue sky where birds were flying past. A pair of skeleton legs were dangling directly above him and he knew that Kohi was there. He tried to lighten up his mood but somehow he found that it was such a difficult task. Looking away from the cheerful weather, he gaze upon lonely room once again. His eyes scanned the room; from the huge bed to the art tools that were left alone.

During this time, he would be stuck in a still pose for that golden-haired boy. A faint image of him and Wolfram appeared at the canvas. Hazily, he could see the golden-haired knight scolding him for moving and he pinching his nose from the smell of the paint. He closed his eyes at the image.

"Wimp," a soft voice whispered in his ears. And at that moment, he opened his eyes with a sudden. His eyes were no longer clouded with uncertainty.

"I'm such an idiot," he whispered, eyes narrowing slightly. His face was set in a determined expression and he turned to walked out of the room. Just as soon as he was about to open the door, there was a bustling sound at the other end of the door. And the next thing he knew, he was on the floor; holding his nose as millions of pain streak through it.

"Your Majesty," he heard Gunter called out and, with a flourish motion, the lilac-haired advisor was beside him.

"I'm all right. It's nothing," he muttered. Thankfully,there was no major damage done and it seemed that his nose would survive.

"Your Majesty, I'm very sorry but-" Gunter started.

"Stop moping around," a curt voice called out from above. He turned and found Gwendel staring down at him with a steely gaze. He frowned as he straightened himself up.

""I'm not moping," he countered, his eyes never wavered from Gwendel's. "Not anymore."

She stared at the clear red liquid in the bottle and smiled. Satisfied, she straightened herself up and gently placed the bottle down. With her hands free, she stretched them high up before tugging on her long red hair.

"Is that it?" a voice startled her. She turned around and found a shadowy figure amidst the darkness of her room. She smiled with her eyes closed.

"Yes. It's finally done. But are you sure you should be doing this? I mean what if it backfires?" she asked, her clear blue eyes turned serious. The figure waved a hand and walked into the light, brown hair gleaming under the light. His brown eyes had a certain gleam in them which she could not figure out.

"It'll be all right. After all, we are doing this for their sake."

He let out a tired sigh as he straightened himself up. Using his hand, he shaded his eyes from the sun and scanned the fields. Most of the villagers had retired back to their homes. He smiled at those who were passing by and nodded in acknowledgement. With another sigh, he combed his hand through his dark hair and straightened himself up. Above, the sky was reddish-orange as the sun began to set. Without wasting any time, he began to make his way back.

"Wolfe!" a child-like voice called out to him. Startled, he looked up. For a moment, he saw Greta standing a few distance away from him, waving enthusiastically. Stunned, he blinked his eyes twice and the image faded to Lily. He closed his eyes and sighed again as he lifted a hand up to his chest, as though trying to ease his heart from beating so fast. Then, with a shook of his head, he looked up at the little girl. Smiling, he waved back and quickly made his way towards her. By now, her parents stood beside her, smiling, as he reached them. A small hand grasped his tightly as he looked down to smile at that heart-shaped face.

"Wolfe, come and have dinner with us," she said.

"But -" he started.

"It's all right. We'll love to have you for dinner. Besides, Lily won't take no for an answer. She's already think you're family," her father agreed. Lily's mother nodded.

"And we think the same way too," she said as she stood behind him. With gentle hands on his shoulder, Lily's mother began to steer him to their house while her father walked ahead as Lily tugged on his hand. Slightly propelled forward, he smiled at the gentle tenderness they were showing to him.

"I should be going now. Thank you for that lovely dinner," he thanked as he bowed slightly.

"It's our pleasure. It's the least we can do since you've been playing with Lily and her friends, knowing how much trouble they can cause," Lily's mother said. He shook his head.

"It's no trouble at all. In fact, I've done this before," he said. The mother tilted her head slightly in question.

"Really? A sister? A brother perhaps?" At that, he smiled a nostalgic and wistful smile.

"You could say two of each. One tends to act like a kid at times while another just misbehaves," he said, his eyes ad taken on a dreamy look. "Anyway, thanks for the dinner. Oh, please tell Lily that I'll be happy to play with her and her friends again." With that said, he bowed slightly again and began to walk away. Behind, he could hear the door closed behind and only the sound of the night accompanied him back to Adelbert's house.

He strolled along the path, gazing upon the small houses that he passed by. If he had thought that life was peaceful in the day, then he had thought wrong. It was much, much, much homey at night. Ahead, he could see Adelbert's home and he began to quicken his pace. Suddenly, he stopped short just a few steps in front of the house. His eyes widened upon seeing the huge blanket of flowers lay upon the ground. Stunned, he could only gazed upon their beauty and realized that they were from the castle.

"Surprised aren't you?" Adelbert's voice penetrated his hazy thoughts. Numbly, he looked up at the golden-haired man who stood under the doorway. "I was surprised as well. When I got back, they were already there. You know, it's from him."

Several of his dark locks slipped forward, hiding his features once again. "It doesn't matter even if he did this. My decision remains as it was. Nothing he does or say can change that," he said as he walked forward. But, he lowered himself to the ground and began to pick each flower with such gentleness.

Nothing much to say here. Only that, the trials of love will begin very very soon and Yuuri's love will be put the test! Muahaha!

- It doesn't matter what they say. It doesn't matter what they do to us. I've finally realized that without you, I'm only half of who I am. You are my courage, my light and my heart. To hell with destiny, to hell with the angels. I'll defy destiny. I'll defythe angels. No other love matters except for yours. For all eternity, I'll have you for myself. And this is what I decree - (Yuuri Shibuya)