I'm actually not going to use a word of the day for this chapter because I have something specific that I want to write for this one.

Oh! And I know that the actual adoption process is longer, but since I only have a small time frame to work with, I'm taking artistic liberty when the entire adoption process! :D

Enjoy!

By that same time the next day, Wolfram and Yuuri were riding to the Spitzberg lands. Wolfram's mother had assured them that the best place to go would be Spitzberg, so Yuuri and Wolfram had taken off. It had taken Yuuri the rest of the previous day to come to the decision that raising a child wouldn't be a bad thing, but he had told Wolfram that he didn't want an infant.

"Why not?" Wolfram had asked confusedly.

Yuuri sighed. "We've never raised a child younger then Greta was when we adopted her. A toddler we can handle, but not an infant. Babies take much more time and attention, and I don't think either of us is ready for a child that is so completely and utter dependant on us. A toddler at the very least can tell us if it hurts, or if it's hungry or thirsty."

Wolfram contemplated that for a few moments before nodding his agreement.

The ride to the Spitzberg lands hadn't taken too long. The arrived a little after mid day, exiting the carriage hastily when they had pulled into the orphanage. A few of the women in charge of the children and tittered about with surprise. It wasn't everyday, after all, that the Maou and Prince Consort decided to make an appearance at an orphanage in Spitzberg.

Wolfram grasped Yuuri's hand tightly in his as they were lead to the playroom where the children would be playing with one another. They both took in the stone walls and the long hallways. There seemed to be more then just a few children…It may take longer then expected to find a child that they could take home…

They were surprisingly not lead to the room itself, but rather a room that adjoined the playroom. The room was small and narrow, a large window making up the entirety of half of the room. It allowed a clear view of the playroom where most of the children were playing.

The woman who had led them here had told them that they would be able to look in on the children without them knowing that they were there. That way they would be able to see their normal interactions rather then a false one that they may put on in front of their potential parents.

Yuuri and Wolfram both took in the playroom with wide eyes for of wonder. Their eyes flinted back and forth throughout the room, studying the faces of each child, never resting their eyes for more then a few brief moments on a particular face.

They stayed there for almost half an hour more before Wolfram realized that his gaze had wandered back to the same child ten times in a row. He focused his gaze even more on the small body playing with the blocks.

His hair was blond. Strikingly similar to Wolfram's own blond locks. It was obvious that he had strong Spitzberg ties within him. His eyes were wide lavender orbs, similar to those of Wolfram's uncle Stoffel. Yes, this child was a Spitzberg…But there were some traces of another family within him…Bielefeld? Was this child a Spitzberg and Bielefeld just like Wolfram, himself, was?

Over all, the child didn't seem much older then fifteen…His small fingers toying with the blocks. Wolfram was surprised to see that most of the children seemed to avoid him. No one sat near him and no one dared to approach him…He seemed lonely…

The sight of the small boy all by himself struck a chord within the Prince Consort and he quickly whispered in Yuuri's ear. "Yuuri…look at that one…to the far right…with the blond hair and lavender eyes…?"

"He looks about three…"

Wolfram looked confused for a brief minute before he realized that Yuuri was talking about Earth years. "He's pure blooded Mazoku. He's probably 15."

Yuuri allowed his gaze to rest briefly on the child before speaking to the woman to their left. "Can we speak with that child over there playing with the blocks?"

The woman's eyes immediately flickered to the child, eyes turning grave. "Are you sure? That child has quite the temper. Why don't you consider another one?"

Wolfram stance took on a protective look and Yuuri's eyes narrowed slightly. "I don't believe I asked to see another child."

The woman's eyes widened briefly before she bowed. "Yes Your Majesty. Your Highness."

They were led to a room that held a love seat and two armchairs arranged around a coffee table. Wolfram and Yuuri took the love seat, their fingers laced together as the little boy was led into the room and placed in one of the armchairs before them.

The child looked terrified, staring wide eyed at them, his position stiff.

"Hello. What is your name? My name is Yuuri and this is my husband, Wolfram."

The boy lowered his gaze to his lap. "Nice to meet you, King and Prince. My name is Devi."

Wolfram had to bite back a chuckle at the childlike voice. It was so innocent and sweet…with just the right amount of mischief of course.

Wolfram quickly jumped in. "You don't have to call us that. You can call us Wolfram and Yuuri if you'd like…"

Devi looked up once more before nodding. His position was still stiff.

"How would you like to live in the castle, Devi?" Wolfram asked kindly, a smile present on his lips.

Devi blinked once before answering. "I'll go if you want."

Yuuri frowned. "We won't force you…"

The boy seemed to think about it for some time before he looked up, a quivering smile present on his lips, his large purple eyes tearing up. "I would like very much to be part of a family…"

Wolfram rushed forward and swept the boy into a hug, cradling the small boy to his. "We would very much like to have you as our son."

Devi burrowed his head in Wolfram's neck, wrapping his small arms around his neck. His brows were furrowed in wonder…wonder as to whether or not this family would leave like his last one did…