Conrart was pulled abruptly from his dreams by screaming. Long, loud, agonized screaming. He was up and out of bed, sword in hand before conscious thought set in. It was coming from the royal chambers and it wasn't until the screaming cut off that he remembered Yuuri wasn't here.
Wolfram.
He was nearly to the door when- "CONRART!" It somehow sounded even worse then when his baby brother had screamed for him during the battle. Now that he wasn't distracted by Yuuri's safety, it felt like a knife to his chest.
The door burst open before Conrart could reach it. There was Wolfram, far more disheveled than he'd ever allow himself to look in the corridors normally. His green eyes were wide, tear filled, and frantic and when they caught sight of him, Wolfram rushed to close the gap. "He's gone!" He sobbed in a fit of hysterics that Conrart had never seen from the boy before. He clutched at his nightshirt, staring up at him with pleading eyes while tears streamed down his face. "He's dead!"
Conrart shook his head, grasping Wolfram's upper arms to try and ground him. "Yuuri's okay, he just went back to Earth, Wolfram."
Wolfram shook his head frantically. "No! I saw him! I saw him die! I- He-"
"It was just a dream, Wolfram." He tried to sooth, taking a risk and pulling him into a hug. Wolfram hadn't allowed such a thing since before the war, but now he sank into his chest as he sobbed. "Yuuri's alive and safe. You nursed him back to health, remember?"
"Why isn't he here?!" Wolfram shouted, pounding on Conrart's chest with one fist. "I need him!"
Conrart was at a loss on what to say to that. He'd bring Yuuri back right now for him if it was within his power. All he could do now was try and comfort his little brother. "Sh," he whispered, burying his fingers in his hair and rubbing his head like he used to when Wolfram was young.
"Damnit," Wolfram said against his chest, sobs calming but his trembling remained. "How dare he…"
Movement out of the corner of his eye made Conrart turn his head. Gwendal was there, watching them with a stoney look, but his eyes were furious. "I'll make tea." he stated after a moment. He turned on his heel, unleashing his angered look on the gathered onlookers, making them all scurry away
"Damnit." Wolfram said again, scrubbing at his face with the sleeve of his nightgown. "I'm better than this. How could he do this to me? He said..." But Wolfram didn't finish. Conrart was sure his King had told his brother many things, and likely meant them. That didn't change how painful his absence was.
"Come on." Conrart said, starting to lead the young blonde after Gwendal.
"I should-" he protested weakly, reaching a hand back toward the door to the royal bedchambers, but flinched back before he could actually touch it.
"It's alright." Conrart assured. "You can wait to brave it tomorrow."
Wolfram nodded and let him steer him down the hall and Conrart selfishly allowed himself a moment to enjoy his baby brother allowing him to care for him.