Name: Red Rose Petals

Ratting: K (my poet side is safe for everyone)

Comment: Wolfram seems like the sort that would like poetry. The poem doesn't exist in real life, it sounds pretty right? Very romantic too. Anyway, I love this drabble, its got just a taste of everything I love writing. Its a bit poetic, romantic, funny and even a bit angsty. Alright, its easy to see why its poetic and romantic, but its harder to see the funny and angsty, yet its there. The fun is the fact that Wolf would do something so child like and innocent, the angsty is why he's doing it. Think about it, he's looking for his one true love. It means he had almost given up on Yuuri...and not telling you the rest, it would ruin it.

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When Wolfram had been young, the war that was ragging in the demon world had often forced his mother and brothers to leave him behind with only Julia and the maids to care for him.

To escape his blind teacher and those other over protective people, the young blond had often hidden in the library, reading books over books. That is how he had stumble upon an old poetry book, and had instantly fallen in love with it. His favorite of all had been one poem about a young maiden who had picked one rose petal from 99 red roses and one single petal from a white rose. She had then climbed the step to the highest tower in the kingdom she lived in and then discarded the the petals in the wind. The petals had flown all over the kingdom and each petal had been picked up by a different person, princes and princesses, lords and ladies, wealthy and smart people from all over the kingdom. Those who had found the petals had then brought them back to the fair maiden, but her one true love had been the young stable boy from the king's palace who had brought back the single white rose petal.

So on one beautiful and sunny spring afternoon, Wolfram had taken a small basket, given to him by Greta, and had made his way to the his mother's rose garden. Meticulously, gently, making sure not to tear even one, he had chose one petal from the 99 most beautiful red roses in the garden. Then he had found the most gorgeous white rose and had gently taken a petal from it, before making his way to the highest tower in the castle, knowing it was the highest in the entire kingdom. He placed the petals in a large handkerchief with his name embroidered on it before lifting it as an offering to the sky. The wind did the rest, gently waltzing the petals away and all around him.

"Achooo!"

Wolfram turned, dropping the handkerchief. Yuuri smiled apologetic at him, grabbing the rose petal that had flown under his nose, tickling it.

"Sorry, I saw in the garden and I fallowed you here. What are you doing?"

"You wimp! What if you had fallen off the tower, or down the stairs, or...or anything. Everyone knows you are klutz. You shouldn't be in a such a high place, the wind is strong here."

Yuuri sighed at the insults and then shrugged. Really Wolfram worried about everything...something his mind even seemed to create the worse case scenarios. But soon, insults where forgotten and the king's smile returned just as bright as before. His fiance truly looked beautiful with the sun reflecting on his hair and the rose petals fluttering endlessly around him. Suddenly he remembered he was still holding one of them.

"Heh! I caught one." Yuuri beamed, lifting hand to show the rose petal caught between his fingers.

A white rose petal.