Letters From the Setting Sun
By,
Rune Wolfe
Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou
Chapter 2: My Prince, My Love
May 10
My Dearest Yuuri,
Did you mean those words you wrote? Do you love me? Because if it is so, then I have to tell you that I wept with such desperate joy when I read those last words of your letter that I couldn't even hear the cannons mourning our dead. My heart, my children, and my eternal devotion are all promised to you. I will wait, and I will never push you into anything before you are ready.
I have also thought of getting wounded… I even came close to wounding myself. But on my honor it was impossible. I must do my duty as my brothers do, and hope that that will make me worthy of your love. If you are to have a knight for a queen… then he will be a chivalrous one.
I also must tell you that I am concerned… a letter I was given from Conrart gave word that the blockades at Svelera and Conaste are falling. Some of our soldiers here in the pass are to go and give aide to them. I think with my gathering fever, brought on I, assure you, by this hellish snow, I will not be one of them. I am not fit to travel such a distance in this condition, so I will take my chances here with these damned mountains.
I miss you, Yuuri, with all my heart, and dream of you late at night when I fall asleep in this crowded tent.
I want to come home.
With all my love,
Wolfram von Bielefeld
May 25
Dear Wolf,
Yes… I think I did mean it. No… I know I meant it. Though I really wish that that hadn't been the way I told you, I had kind of been imagining something a bit more romantic, but before I knew it the words had been spilled onto the paper.
Why didn't you tell me that you were getting sick? Have you been taking care of yourself? Are there any doctors there? You must go to Svelera, to get away from the cold. I will not allow you to die without making love to me! Wait… did I just write that? Umm….
Alright it's true, I've been thinking about it, but that's not the only reason I want you to live… you make me happy Wolfram… and I'm really starting to like the idea of having kids. Greta has started making names for them. I'll write some down for you:
Boys:Girls:
Gabriel Isabel
Thomas Aelis
Raphael Rosie
OliveVictoria
She says she's going to find more names so we have more options. I think she wants us to give her lots of siblings… she wouldn't even listen when I tried to explain how we wouldn't be going through we this for a long while.
As for your mother, she is ecstatic, she's been pulling out all of your baby clothes and calling me 'my son's virgin king,' or 'Wolfram's blooming flower which awaits its soldier-bee to pollinate him,' it is quite embarrassing actually.
Wolfram…. please, come home soon.
Love,
Yuuri
June 7
My Poor Yuu-chan,
Forgive my mother, she hasn't had a little baby around for a long time, she misses it.
I apologize, but I don't think I can write very much tonight, I am tired and feeling quite dizzy. As for doctors and medicine… all those things are reserved for soldiers with severe injuries, a cold doesn't qualify. Ah well, I am sure I'll get better soon.
The soldiers have already left for Svelera, and Gunter has come to join our camp. We haven't seen much fighting these past few days… just waiting and shivering. We're all cold, there are few supplies.
Please, tell Greta the names are beautiful…
Love,
Wolfram
June 16
Oh Gods Wolfram,
Your handwriting has gotten so messy… you're getting much weaker aren't you? YOU HAVE TO COME HOME, I will send an order to the camp if I have to.
Conrad was just dispatched once again… maybe he can fill in for you. He was in strong spirits and health when I saw him last, so he could probably endure the cold better.
You're scaring me. With your last letter I am beginning to dread that the next will not be from you, but instead it will be a notice of decease written by one of your soldiers. I can't take this, Wolfram, I can't function right knowing that you are just getting sicker while I am sitting around the castle doing nothing.
Please, Wolfram, I need to see you, I need to watch you recover and then maybe I'll consider sending you back out there, but for gods sakes you need to come back to Blood Pledge Castle as soon as you receive this message.
I have seen Gwendal, and Conrad, and Yozak… everyone but you.
Please listen to me,
Love,
Yuuri
June 28
Dear Heika,
Thank you for an excuse to send Lord Bielefeld home, he has only gotten worse, just as the weather has, and he now looks a sickly combination of gray and blue. We sent him off this morning in the caravan along with the other wounded soldiers, he was not happy, but he could hardly gather the strength to protest.
I will warn you, however, that he does not look himself, so do not be shocked or repulsed when you see him. His eyes are sunken in, and he has lost over 15 pounds. He will need to see a physician immediately upon his arrival, any hesitation could mean a grave outcome.
It will take about a week to return to the capital, so let us pray that all goes well and that his condition does not take an even more drastic turn for the worse. I leave him in the guard of Gunter now.
In Reverence,
Giezela von Christ
July 1,
Dear Giezela,
Thank you for acting on my pleas for Wolfam's return.
It doesn't matter what he will look like, I am going to welcome him home with open arms and if its possible I am never letting him go again.
I suppose I have to explain that over the course of our letters (between Wolfram and I) I have managed to both fall in love and to become quite wife-like. Its embarrassing, but just yesterday I asked a solider who had been to the pass if Wolfram had been wearing his jacket like he was supposed to. Its ironic, but I had always pictured Wolfram as the wife.
I am waiting expectantly for his return and I already have a physician on standby. Celi and Greta have been preparing our room so that it will be more comfortable for him. We have a hundred pillows and maybe a thousand blankets (as there is still a touch of winter in the air… this summer was unusually cold. Its almost like it never happened)
Even the Great Sage is doing his part… although I don't really understand why, he came by and blessed all of Wolfram's nightgowns as well as our bed.
Oh gods let him come soon,
Sincerely,
Yuuri
July 3
Dear Heika,
Oh my Heika, my beautiful divine Heika, if I could make these wagons speed any faster to you I would do it in an instant, but curse Shinou I must be patient.
But good fortune is that we are only a day or so away from our wonderful king. The blonde brat has been more or less silent the whole trip… he eats… throws up… and fumes. My dear Heika, why have you chosen such an unworthy fiancée? Surely there is another, more suitable mate that can be found in the castle. Shin Makoku is not devoid of lovely brides with royal blood. And I am certain that all of them are better-mannered that Lord Bielefeld.
Yet… if he is your happiness, then I would stop at nothing to return him to you. Your faithful servant Gunter longs for nothing more than your happiness. It is the greatest gift that could be bestowed upon any man.
So I will watch over this little selfish-poo and shall destroy even the smallest leaf that should touch his cheek. Nothing shall sully his majesty's future wife.
Your forever devoted adviser,
Gunter von Christ