Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KYOU KARA MAOU

It is not my property, no profit made.

Well, lilgurlanima, your review was my favourite because it made me think of something that has always displeased me in a fic: when one is jealous, not the other. I like when both characters get jealous and not just one.

Thanks for the reviews.

Yuuri's pov

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I'm stressed, I'm stressed, I'm stressed! Exhaling a long sigh, I made a few stretching with both my arms and legs to relax before the ceremony. Everything seemed perfect for the day and still I couldn't find any rest for the moment. I was tired, too, for I hadn't spent a good night. When I managed to sleep, it was only to be reached by nightmares of a coronation fail and to have Conrad waking me a few minutes after. Now, I was walking around like a zombie, sort of, with dark circles that Gisela, Gunter's extremely beautiful daughter, was trying to conceal with make-up.

" Don't stress so much, your majesty, everything is going to be fine," she said while I felt the brush rubbing softly under my eyes. She finished then made me look at myself into the long psyche mirror...I didn't look that bad! what a good surprise! Morgif at my hip started to laugh at my sudden vanity. A small slap upon his almost non-existent cheek shut him up after he moaned.

" Now, your majesty, drink a little bit of the tea I brought to you," she lifted a cup from the near table and gave it to me " It will help you to calm down. It's very effective."

" Really?" I said, raising the cup to my lips. The warmth emanating from the green liquid in it was a delight. I sipped it and found it excellent.

" Yes, it works," she answered while stepping back to let room for a seamstress. This one started to sew gold embroidery on my black jacket. " I gave it once to Wolfram when he was a bit too excited after he got nominated as a captain. He was off for the next five hours." A small smile curved her lips.

" Wow, Wolfram has so much energy."

At the same moment, while I swallowed the sip of tea, someone knocked on my doors. Gisela opened for me and then as she saw who was there, she turned to me:

" Your majesty it is Wolfram. He's asking you if he can come in."

The request startled me:

" Of course, make him enter!" I put down the cup again and Wolfram penetrated into my room. I could gush over his looks forever...Er...I mean...He's as dazzling as always. He is going to steal the spotlight from me today...mh...I don't know if I will like it but...there's no doubt he's going to get more looks than he already does. A warm feeling invaded me: I was feeling flattered and I needed Wolf to approach me to put my finger on it. Yes, it was that: I was extremely flattered because he had made himself more elegant and beautiful in my honour.

A large smile came upon my face and Wolfram smiled back but with a restrained joy.

" Your majesty, you are very smart to day," he stated, hands behind back. I laughed, feeling my blood filling my cheeks.

" Ahahah, thanks Wolf, you're not so bad yourself. I'm very happy to see you here!" I stretched my arms up in the air and a deep frown of disapproval immediately furrowed his eyebrow. He got closer to lower my arms.

" Don't stretch your clothes like that! Do you want to ruin the seamstress' work?"

" Oh, I'm sorry!" I gave an apologetic smile at the old woman who had so nicely sewed my outfit. She just nodded. Gisela who had remained by the doors said:

" Well, since Wolfram is with you now, I think I can go. I have to check if the medical service is prepared for today."

" Yes, of course, thank you, Gisela."

She bowed than left Wolfram, the seamstress and I alone in my bedroom.

" Well, Wolfram, why are you here?" I asked out of curiosity. I felt also very great to have him by my side, there was less tension in me. And also...I prefer him here with me than out with...rah, forget what I was going to say! I don't even figure out why I was going to say that.

In any case, Wolfram didn't notice my trouble and reached his pocket on his chest to show me something shining. I looked at it with much interest.

" That's a an eagle broach that belongs to my family. My uncle gave me it but today, I want you to wear it. It suits your black clothes and it makes you look more regal."

He pined it over my chest before I could even say something. But the reflection I got from my mirror convinced me.

" Thank you. You sure don't want to keep it for yourself?"

At that, Wolfram let out a sigh:

" My uncle hoped I would become a king and so, reserved it for my own coronation. But now, I think it would be of no use since I'm not a king. So I prefer to give it to the true king."

Butterflies in my stomach.

" Thanks...so you do acknowledge me as your king?"

He blushed, which confirmed my words had an effect on him, and crossed his arms. Before he answered me, he threw a glance at the seamstress:

" Can you please leave madam? I think the king's clothes are perfect now."

Dismissed, she bowed then left, closing the door cautiously behind her. Wolfram, arms still folded against him, sat down on a comfortable, and very small, bench at the foot of my bed. I joined him and seated next to him. He looked me into the face once I was close enough.

He obviously took in a deep breath then said:

" Of course...I think I have no other choice than let you take my place as a king...or anyone else's place. You have proved more than once that you were to be the Maou. You showed your power, you found Morgif...and despite your wimpiness, you have a good heart," the last words were pronounced with a lower voice that made me bend towards him, but I still managed to hear them. I smiled up at Wolf:

" Thanks....I hope not to disappoint you as a king, then!"

He blushed.

I don't know why...for a few days now, when I talked to him, he had had the growing tendency to get red and look away. Am I repulsing when I'm smiling at him? The mere idea made me self-conscious and I found myself checking my breath to see if it smelled bad. Er no. There was an awkward silence between us and we didn't dare to look at each other again. I'm one of those who is perturbed by silence, even more when it's not justified.

"You know, when I'm a king," I started, stretching my legs, and looking up at the ceiling " I'll do a lot of things to help the needy. When I hear about kings' good actions, it's either build schools, hospitals, or organize charity activities, and meet the people you know." I'm not dreaming any more, I know. I was going to be a king, for real. " I have always heard that someone who rules should be close to his people...I'd like to meet the rest of the inhabitants of Shin Makoku. Will Conrad and you tag along when I meet them?"

I looked at him. Wolfram seemed pensive but he did listen to me because he answered.

" Sure. As long as you're not wasting the money you'll get from now on, and the national treasure, everything will work for you."

" In what spending money on helping the others is a waste?"

" It can be a waste if you don't use it consciously or if you make people think you're too generous. They will take advantage of you then!"

"...It's still better to give than keeping all for oneself, mostly if I have so much as a king."

" Mph, whatever."

" I'm sure you're generous, too, Wolf. Otherwise you wouldn't give such a precious broach. It belonged to your family and it's me who got in it in the end."

" Never lose it then. Its the first gift I'm offering you so you better take care of it."

The words made me smile and I slowly slid to my knees, on the floor, before Wolfram. I noticed his surprise, which though I didn't care much about, and gathered his hands in mine:

" Hey, I found out there was a wonderful forest near the next village. When we rode back to Blood Pledge Castle, I saw something gilnting among the trees and Conrad said it may be giant cats, the CatSilvers. But he said they were extremely rare so he's really not sure, Gunter taught me it was mysterious and people say a lot about it...I thought you and Conrad could come with me, because I plan to go there next week. Will you come with me?"

His answer should be"yes", to my growing hope. I found out adventuring with Wolfram was fun and it made my heart go fluttering in a way it'd never done so before. But instead of answering me, Wolfram was staring at me with a shocked expression upon the face and then, I noticed the slight red shadow on his cheeks. To my surprise, he looked at me then at our hands then...

Someone broke the silence by knocking loudly on the door. It opened before I could raise to my feet. Gwendal was standing there, at the threshold, getting still as he set his eyes upon us with such an intensity that it bugged me. My surprise increased again when I saw how shocked he looked himself, making me wonder with slight panic what was going on. He was staring at us. Wolfram pushing me woke me up from my astonishment and I quickly got up, paralleling Wolfram's own gestures. It was as though he didn't have any interest in me anymore.

" Brother," he said with what I detected as uneasiness in his voice. " I..."

" Wolfram," Gwendal said. He had this severe edge in the way he sounded that I'd never seen him use up to now. One would say, to illustrate that, that he seemed outraged at something but was trying to conceal it. It arose my nervousness and my heartbeat quickened. " You should go to the rehearsal for the play. You shouldn't be there right now."

" I know," Wolfram said, lowering his face in shame, like a punished little boy. " I just wanted to give Yuuri something."

" Today is " Your majesty" and not his name, don't forget that."

" Yes, brother." Wolfram bowed for me and was about to leave my bedroom when another silhouette came into my view, just behind Gwendal. My eyes didn't betray me: Charles was there, too, and this feeling pinched my heart, again. I smiled nonetheless, having the wish to be polite with everyone, but my lips felt hard to move upward. As a reaction, Charles smiled at me, too but with much reserve, and inclined his chest very slightly.

" Charles," Wolfram said at last " what are you doing here?"

" I was searching for you everywhere, I want to come with you to your rehearsal."

" It's a surprise," Wolfram shook his head, which kind of pleased me " you can't watch me."

" Oh well, I might as well bring you something to eat after your rehearsal. And then we can prepare ourselves together for the coronation."

Wolfram seemed to look at him from head to foot:

" You're already ready for your coronation. I don't know what more you could do about your uniform and your hairstyle."

xx

The ceremony went extremely well. After I passed my hand into a magical waterfall in front of a whole court, Morgif at my side (and thankfully, quiet and dignified) I was blessed as a king. Celi officially gave me her role and even if I could detect some selfish happiness in her smile for she wouldn't have the burden of this job on her, she was honestly wishing me the best.

I was congratulated by anyone on my success, and people started looking at me with both admiration and awe because of my black hair and eyes. I rather begin getting used to it by now. There was a small break after the ceremony and I drank a very special wine from the near vineyard...that is said to belong to me. People all laughed when I asked, with flabbergast, if I was that rich, to Conrad.

" Well...being the king and the master of all the country, indeed, you have a lot of properties and domains."

" Waah...make me a list...I'd like to visit all of them" and see if I can give some of them because really I don't need all of that.

" As you wish your highness," said my godfather with an affectionate smile. Then, we all headed for the huge theatre that had been built for the occasion.

xx

Wolfram had been delicious. When he played he had this mix of bellicosity and gracefulness that made one hard to get their eyes off of him. The only strange thing is his voice: how can he have such an angelic face, with frail features, while his voice sounds so imperious and powerful!Obviously, I was the only one to be disturbed by such an odd association: everyone else was almost drooling over him or slapping their cheeks to express their amazement at his beauty with small "oh"s that began to sound funny.

Mothers and fathers wanted him as their son-in-law, girls were fawning over him and boys were just trying to get close to him. I wonder how he can walk in town while having so much success. It was only when Conrad told me Wolfram's hot-temper was known throughout the kingdom that I figured out people were probably leaving him alone when he was out.

Nevertheless, he playing a young maid who saved the country made my day and made me want to try to play next time. I was right in front of the stage, in the largest theatre box. The decorations, the gilt ( that sometimes I dislike) and the colours made all the atmosphere magical and wonderful...

But having Wolfram playing beautifully and well enough was the cherry on the pie. He was convincing while ranting to his fictional enemy and any novice should take a leaf out of his book. I found myself feeling great when he lifted a flag of Shin Makoku and declared: " I will always defend and protect my kingdom and no one will ever try to disrespect my king." He got few applauses for that but Wolfram didn't let himself get thick-headed and continued playing.

The play came to an end after two hours that had seemed short to me, just making me realize watching this kind of shows wasn't that boring. When the red curtains lowered to the ground to signal the end, the loud and awaited applauses burst into the theatre. People's enthusiasm was grandiose. When all the actors got on stage again to greet everyone, the applauses increased and one by one, the actors gave their flowers after they'd got individually ovation. When Wolfram got close to the public, his red roses in his arms, and his cheeks colours matching the flowers', I raised to my feet and started to applaud louder, smiling down at him.

...I heard a vague " Your majesty!" behind me but didn't pay attention to it.

As soon as I got up from my chair, my hands clapping, people stopped applauding and all looked at me with a common strange expression. The silence began to settle down, which made me feel uneasy. After a few seconds, my applauses died and I slowly sat back in my chair. I didn't understand this sudden silence...I scanned the whole room with apprehension within me...Why was everyone staring at me so intensely? And then, mumbling under their hands, still staring at me?...

Wolfram was standing still on the theatre stage, pale, trembling, his arms still charged with the heavy blood-red roses, his white Roman-like outfit making him look like a ghost. He was staring at me, and a shocked expression was shaping his features. I didn't...I didn't know what wrong I had done...my heart began throbbing painfully inside my ribcage.

When I dared to steal a peek at the audience beneath, I noticed the only one who had stood up like me was...Charles von Lewisson. And his look at me was nothing but unpleasant. His eyes were saying if he could kill me...he would.

Wolfram turned around to return backstage. He hadn't given his flowers and only a few petals fell, red stains on the wooden floor...

xx

My breath was uneven when I came back to my office, along with Gwendal, Gunter and Conrad. They all looked worried and nervous...I know now I did something against the rules or abnormal but please, someone tell me!

" What have I done?" I asked at last, my own shaky voice betraying me. I turned a pleading look to each of them. Gwendal took in a deep breath as he seemed the one disposed to answer me. Without even looking at me, he said:

" Your majesty. Do you guess what you've done tonight?"

" ...No..."

" Well, by standing up and applauding Wolfram, you just declared to everyone in the room that you are officially courting my brother. And this, until he returns your favour."

My heart stopped dead in my chest.

TBC