A/N: Sorry for the long update. I was trying to sort through my betas. I got myself confused and even some of them were confused about what they were supposed to be doing. So sorry to them and to all of you. Anyway, here's chapter three.

Chapter Three—

Split POV

Yuuri walks to Gunter's study with a heavy heart. Something didn't seem right.

Last night as Wolfram came back to the room, Yuuri knew something was off. Yet when the demon prince crawled close to the king, Yuuri had shied away in discomfort. When Wolfram sighed in obvious hurt, Yuuri wanted to brush it off as he always had. Yet he couldn't deny feeling slightly alone when Wolfram got up and left.

True he felt badly about the situation, yet it couldn't be helped. Wolfram needed some sort of boundaries. If he wouldn't let Yuuri break off the engagement, then he needed to realize things would never go beyond a strictly friends basis.

When Yuuri had awoken to an empty bed, and then for Wolfram to ignore him the rest of the day, the king was sure he'd ruined the friendship. After the conversation in the courtyard and the
decision to break the engagement, Yuuri had hoped to feel better. Yet all he felt was sick.

Wolfram was still his friend, he had even said so. So why didn't Yuuri feel better?

Once in Gunter's study, the demon king found it hard to concentrate on anything. He was worried he had still hurt Wolfram's feelings. The prince had seemed to drop things so quickly, it was bizarre. How long had he been thinking of breaking their engagement? Hadn't he said he'd realized how hopeless things had gotten, and that he just didn't want to dishonor himself?

Hopefully things would get better.

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Wolfram felt as if the world around him had shattered. His life was as good as over. He wanted to die. It was

as simple as that. Silver dagger in hand, the demon prince sat in his hidden room, making less than strategic slashes along his arms. He wasn't paying attention to their depth or closeness. Only that it wasn't taking away the pain.

Suddenly Conrad comes bursting into the room.

"Wolfram! What on Earth are you doing? Are you—" The elder man looks shocked, and rushes forward.

"What the hell are you doing Wolf? Are you crazy?"

So many questions, yet none of them were the ones needed.

"I want to die Weller. There is no reason to stay alive."

Conrad looks at his younger brother while attempting to stifle the bleeding along the other man's arms.

"What are you talking about? Did something happen with Heika?" He asks in a hushed tone. Wolfram nods.

"He finally broke off the engagement. For real. It's over Weller. It's over."

The demon prince collapses in his brothers arms, sobbing loudly. "Why doesn't he love me? Why can't he have even the tiniest bit of affection for me like I do for
him? It's not fair Conrad! I want to be loved!"

Completely losing his composure, and ultimately himself, Wolfram collapses against Conrad and cries in despair.

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