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From Yuuri's pov

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Today was hot.

I wet my face with fresh water I had gathered in my hands. Earlier, I had feared I had got a sun burn. When Conrad checked my back, he said I just didn't protect it with enough cream. Gisela had brought me a protection she'd made herself. It smelt musk and lotus.

" Let me apply it to you, Yuuri," Wolfram said when he was close to me.

All together, with the help of villagers, we were building a dam near a small city to encourage its economic situation. It was a project voted by the Council three months ago. The Council? It was my father who gave me the idea.

A lot of things had happened since the day I was aspired back to Earth, while I was taking a bath with Wolf. One year ago, to be exact. Now, my parents and my brother knew I was the Demon King. I let people imagine my mother getting all talkative and happy about that, and my father concerned but trusting too and my brother...well, Shouri was the same. Overprotective. The enemies who had attacked us had been judged: some of them remained in prison where I would have to talk to persuade them I wasn't their enemy; the others were exiled far away from Shin Makoku with the order to never set a foot here again. I got along well enough with Gwendal; Gunter was still my devoted teacher who now tried to anticipate my tricks to get away from work, though now I escaped my duties less; Conrad remained my fantastic bodyguard and one of my favourite confidants. I was lucky as well to have Gisela as a doctor for she was one of the best of the kingdoms; even if it was her father who made her work hard to reach that level; and Yozak was still our cheerful spy who always found new stuff to tell us, when he was back from missions. And I became a father.

Remember, Greta? The little girl who tried to kill me? After she was judged by the nobles, which must have quite impressed her, she was released. But her story and her loneliness moved me so much that I couldn't let her go...mostly that after that, she had nowhere to go. She was then ten and I was unable to picture her wandering on the dusty roads of the kingdom in search of a shelter and a family. And if she had been kicked out, this was what would have happened, sadly. Greta had been for a very long time quiet and fearful every time I approached her, but now she was feeling much better. And then, I decided, to everyone's dismay, to adopt her. She couldn't believe that, but once I solemnly promised her she would be kept as a daughter here, she nodded frantically as a way to thank me. She was getting used to the Kingdom and us, and had started to call me "daddy".

It was odd, yes, but it could've been worse and I couldn't be happier. What was a problem to me at the beginning began to amuse and even please me: Greta now considered Wolfram as her other father and called him " Dad." Wolfram, who had despised her greatly for what she represented and she'd done against me, liked her very much now and enjoyed her company. "The fine daughter of the king" was what he called her to flatter or tease her, or praise her in front of our guests. Greta blushed every time but was nonetheless proud. She loved Wolfram obviously. I even found them, one day, asleep side by side on a couch after they were back from the gardens.

Then, with time passing, the nickname he had given her got longer, and made me embarrassed as much as somewhat...content. It was now " the fine daughter of the king and his boyfriend". Of course, the "boyfriend" was Wolfram. I held back a laugh whenever it popped in my mind. "Boyfriend" wasn't a term really used in Shin Makoku to design someone's lover, but when I was talking with Conrad and he asked me if I had had, in the past, a girlfriend or- with mischief- a boyfriend, I got red like beet. We were not alone in my library then. Reading with us, Wolfram had lifted his eyes from his book, and growing suspicious of my sudden scarlet face, asked what that meant. I explained to him. With a smirk, he then finally concluded as though it was a fundamental verity that " I'm therefore the king's boyfriend."

And I couldn't contradict him.

When I asked if he was sure of what he was asserting, he said:

" One, Yuuri, we kiss," and he made a point of honour to add we kissed now with our tongues.

" Two, you don't court anyone else." It's true, any one else beside Wolfram hadn't caught my attention like he did. I grew certain of the idea Wolfram was probably the most beautiful person in Shin Makoku. When I found someone else pretty, I found out I always irresistibly had to compare her – or him- to Wolfram and then, end up to tell myself he was much better than them. For both the face and the personality.

" Three, we're going to share soon our bedroom since you agree."

" I didn't agree!" I had cried but my rebellious body told me otherwise. " I-I lost that damn game against you! A-and what didn't you choose something else as a reward?" Damn game was a sword fight in which Wolf had showed me once again he was really a good fighter. Wolfram had crossed his arms and lifted his nose in haughty triumph:

" You said I would choose whatever I would want if I won. You loser, you can't admit your defeat."

" Aargh, Wolfram! Stop making fun of me!"

" Ahaha, you're so cute. Maybe we should take a pho-photo-graphy," he pronounced uncertainly, "of you when you're angry like this. I'd make a personal shrine of your faces."

"...A shrine? Did you swallow something rotten?"

He had knocked on my head with his book.

" Idiot. Gunter had started one at the very beginning. Now he stopped because I caught him trying to steal my personal pictures of you. That silly man, I could sue him for that!"

Ah, Wolfram and Gunter, I didn't tell you about that, but between them it's a long story of rivalry. Gunter accepted quite well to see me date Wo... to see me with Wolfram, but he would like better if I spent more free time with him and his daughter. I can't satisfy everyone. And I blame myself for bringing cameras from Earth because both Gunter and Wolf quickly learned how to use them.

Now back at that dam, after working so much with the experts of the site, I trudged towards the trees that started the close forest, and lay down under one to rest and refresh myself. Wolfram had followed me. He was almost dressed like me: a simple dark blue pair of trousers, black boots, a sleeveless white top, but he had kept his light black jacket on, for he didn't want to show his body to everyone. In his hands, he held the box of protection cream he wanted to smudge over my back.

" Be soft," I warned as I rolled up my top to let him inspect my back, " I'm feeling it's hurting."

" It's nothing serious," he said as he sat behind me " Soldiers get more problematic wounds than that. Don't whine just because I put that cream on your delicate back."

" Jeez, you're always bringing me down when you're talking about your soldiers," I pestered.

Wolfram got gentler in his circular moves on my back. The cream felt cold but comforting at the same time. I felt him curl my hair around his finger.

" Are you jealous, Yuuri?" he asked. I knew he was smiling, though I couldn't see him.

" No." I said. " Why would I? It's useless to feel such a negative feeling."

" You're telling me you never, absolutely never feel any bad feeling?"

" I do." Wolfram sensed I didn't like where this conversation was leading. So he rolled down my top when he was over. I was about to raise up and ask him if he wanted to eat some snack- sausages that the workers were cooking near the river- but suddenly, he stopped my moves by sliding his arms around my shoulders. I was forced to stay seated. Then, he started to kiss my hair. I shivered.

" Wolf..."

These last times, Wolf had grown quite...affectionate and physical. I don't know where it's coming from but it was as if...as if he was in need of tenderness and cuddle. I stole peeks at my right and left, frantically; afraid of someone noticing what he was doing. But no one was paying attention for us, too busy with building the dam. Since Wolfram had started to "touch" and kiss me, I had felt my opposition weaken with each new day spent with him. There was something in his way to approach me that made my attempt to get free of him feebler and feebler. With a great blush, I was admitting to myself to like that and Wolfram probably noticed it. And was taking advantage of it.

Even now, as he cupped my chin to make my face turn towards his so that our lips met, I was barely struggling. I even closed my eyes to kiss him... I wonder what made him finally think I could be worth his affection, but I definitely prefer that to his scorn.

" Wolf..." I murmured as he devoured me with a kiss. It was getting too daring, for my taste. I slightly pushed him away. Wolf finally consented to let go of me . His lips are redder and a bit swollen. When we parted, I looked at him. He looked at me, too, and for once, remained silent about our "physical" activity. I always got comments from him when we kissed, but Wolfram was becoming quiet for a reason that remained to me a secret. Flushed, I smiled and then, looking away, raised up onto my feet.

" Wolf?" I said, holding out my hand for him. He smiled slightly then took my hand to stand up too.

We joined our friends to share a meal with them, and I kept blushing until Wolfram disentangled his fingers from mine.

I saw a few workers stealing peeks at us before looking at one another and smirking.

xx

We headed back to the castle on horses. Ao was acting naughty. He was following Conrad's female horse and trying to smell her rear. However much I tried to make him take another direction, Ao ended up returning to her. I sighed but it was useless. I could hear my soldiers laughing behind me; Wolfram was looking at me and my horse from head to foot with contempt.

" He's a pervert," he said. I saw Conrad holding back chuckling for good, and pleaded him to help me. He nodded and parted his horse a bit, from our group. I ignored then Ao's sullen mood.

As we entered the front court of Blood Pledge Castle, Celi and Greta welcomed us and began asking us how the constructions were progressing. My daughter was adapting to her new life and I was glad to see her opening up and getting less shy. She was a wise child who could take care of herself by her own, to my surprise. When I said it to Wolf, he answered me she was probably used to as she might have had no one else to look after her. It made me more attached to her. All the same, her past remained a riddle and she couldn't tell herself where she really came from. Greta's big brown eyes are completely shrouded with mystery.

My day wasn't over yet, because both Conrad and Wolfram decided to train me better at sword fights. We all remembered when we had been so suddenly attacked, our enemies catching us by surprise. The two brothers wanted me now to get ready for any battles, and to be able to defend myself alone without any one else's help. Mostly Wolfram. He couldn't stand cowards, he told me. Celi had stroked her son's hair and said: " He has hot blood. He will jump head first in a battle if he has to." Her sons' courage was so much bigger than mine that I felt nausea sometimes. The more I saw their strength, the bigger my hope to be their equal was getting.

So today, I trained with my godfather and Wolfram. They were still better than me but I was becoming strong and competent, too. I felt proud for being able to defeat Wolfram sometimes. At the beginning, it had irritated him to lose , but now his perception was evolving. He was now glad to see me win and progress.

As we "fought", children from servants were watching us, and were cheering on us. They wanted their king to win, so I couldn't lose. Wolfram had his way to impress them, too; his looks are enough already to enthral people. But as he fought they could see he could be more than a decoration doll. I was probably dreaming but I had under the impression he was more loose about his defence as though he was letting me have the upper hand. When I finally won the kids applauded and congratulated me loudly.

" You have your day in the sun, Yuuri," Wolfram commented with a smile. I chuckled slightly. Just one girl seemed angry at me and showed it by remaining distant. When I tried to speak with her, she stepped back, her deep grey eyes glaring at me.

" What's her name?" I asked one of her friends. A boy said:

" Her name is Emily, she's fourteen years old."

So she was human.

" Okay...why is she looking at me like this?"

" Well, she's jealous of you, Majesty. She's in love with Wolfram von Bielefeld."

...really? I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. I had never seen Wolfram looking at a girl. Emily walked away from us after her eyes sent me a last glare. " She's always drawing hearts with her name and sir Wolfram's written inside them."

" Did you know that this girl is in love with you?"

Wolfram shrugged.

xx

It was night and I was slipping my pyjamas on. The day had been heavy and full of tasks, making me really content to be back in my bedroom, alone and peaceful enough. Just Gwendal's worrying news about that mysterious " Valten Theobald" upset me. He seemed that man had convinced some mazoku people to ally with him. Gwendal had only dared to say it to me with half-closed lips, but I took a hint out of his words: that mysterious man might want to reverse me and settle a new type of politics and then have me executed. I shook my head while folding clean clothes for the next day. Outside, it was dark like coal. I pulled the curtain closed.

The knocks on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Looking at the doors, I saw Wolfram entering. He was still clad in his blue uniform and held a bunch of clothes under his left arm.

" Wolfram."

" Yuuri. You're not sleeping yet?"

" No but I was about to..."

" Great. We're going to have a picnic with Greta tomorrow and we're going to make some outdoors activities with her. We must be in great shape to do all that so we better go to bed now."

" Yeah."

" Conrad will be with us. He just said we should have our picnic near the Larivier forest, and not the Lefleuve one. It has become dangerous over there." I nodded, pondering little over his last words.

He headed towards the bed and started to remove his clothes. I was used to having him undressing before me, now, since he didn't mind at all. But I still had this weird feeling inside when his shoulders and the rest were revealed. Wolfram once told me he was watching me from the corners of his eyes when he was changing clothes, and noticed I hadn't even taken my eyes off of him during all the process. I'd thought I was going to faint from shame. He had said nothing in return, just smiled. Now that was becoming normal.

He wore grey pyjamas. I checked if the doors were really closed then joined him on the large bed. Wolfram lay by my side, his tiredness showing in the end. He smiled then moved his head closer to mine on the pillow, the only one we had. I watched as his golden locks fell on his snow cheek. They eventually stayed still against his skin. One slightly covered his lip. I pulled it away from it.

" You shouldn't be afraid of expressing your affection towards me in front of people," he said.

" It is you who is horrified of being affectionate if people are around." That was why he didn't want anyone to see he and Charles together. I quickly dismissed the memory of that man out of my head; he'd been so upset by Wolfram's choice that he'd caused much uproar last year. Wolfram shook his head.

" If I don't like the person, I will refuse them to kiss or even touch me in public."

He liked me. My heart beat faster at his confession.

" Now that we are alone," he went on. " Are you ready to get and give more?"

I shrugged only, which was a total lack of struggle from me, and which could have surprised me some months before. As I didn't react better, Wolfram slowly slid upon me and lay against me, while I felt my back slightly sinking into the mattress. I could see his big green eyes peering into mine. He made the first move once again: leaning on me, he first kissed me on the cheeks,then murmured a soft " Yuuri". His voice made me close my eyes and my arms wrapped around his upper back. Then, his mouth headed on mine. And I accepted his kiss almost greedily. The old Yuuri who was scared of getting touched by Wolfram was slowly fading away, I don't know where, but with time passing, I was hoping he would stay in that unknown place. I kissed Wolfram until he was too tired and let him fall asleep atop me, his head in the crook between my neck and my shoulder.

The next morning, after I got back from the bathroom, I felt anxious as Wolfram glanced at my opened wardrobe. I had, with an extreme shyness, made some room at the left corner. Just enough for his uniform, at least. Was he realizing it?

TBC