Kyo Kara Moah is not mine all characters mentioned in this story are soley made for entertainment purposes.
P.S (Rating might change later and this has not been Beta read soo...mistakes)
It was a busy morning for everyone in the castle, there seemed to be more hustling and bustling than usual. Not to metion the overwhelming crowds of maids and servants scurrying everywhere. To be more precise, it looked like a flock of birds squeezed together in a tight cage. It seemed like no one had the time to stop and carry a light conversation, the exception being the few individuals that didn't have too much on their plate. Which so happens to be the kitchen staff
"I heard that the royal couple was just a political arrangement," a maid exasperated to no one in particular. She had a dire need to talk about the rumors she heard floating around the castle. It seemed like no one paid attention, until a random cook who was intrigued by this sudden burst of gossip joined in the talk. "Well, I heard that the baby isn't even from the royal couple!" the particular tone she carried in her voice seemed as if she shocked to death. She carried on "If that's certainly true, then I feel awfully sorry for the Prince Consort! I can't even imagine my own husband cheating on me!!" As both of the women were going to continue on their hearings of the broken royal couple, the kitchen doors were suddenly opened, all types of noise in the room hushed down to pin drop silence. There stood the eldest brother of the Prince Consort. Gwendal Von Voltaire. All staff in the kitchen quickly rushed back to their positions. Bowing in unison they all addressed the higher lord "Good morning Lord Voltaire," instead of hearing words of amusement for their adressment their greeting was faced with solemn silence a hard stare was accompanied after. His expression didn't show faze of what he just heard not too long ago. His deep voice broke the akward atmosphere in the kitchen room "Certainly... if someone else heard this disgraceful type of a conversation, you ladies would've been held in custody for insulting their highnesses." he rebuked angrily while looking at the pair of women. It seemed like the scolding worked. The women's faces no longer had their healthy looking complexion their face's color has turned white. Gwendal paid no mind;he leisurely circled around the room and resumed "Luckily, I'm letting you distasteful women off easily because I'm not in the mood to deal with this right now. Especially since it's the king's son's birthday... Consider this a gift from the universe "
It wasn't long that the women proceeded to get on their knees whilst thanking for the mercy that the old lord had spared them. As if the day got any worse for him, he felt another wrinkle forming on his forehead.
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Gossip in the castle wouldn't be possible without a intresting topic. Luckily, a born heir was now the talk of the Mazoku Kingdom, especially since the baby randomly appeared out of nowhere.
People remained certain that the son of the Maou was definitely not birthed by the Prince Consort. He was a male, with male genitalia. So of course, so there is no way in Shinou's hell that Wolfram could've birth the king's son. So the question remained up in the air, who was the real mother of king's son? It intrigued the public but, no has been able to crack this scandalous famiy. Eventually the people gave up.
Laying on his bed no one, not a single soul knew that the Maou too, was in the continuous search of finding the woman who birthed his son, Damian.
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"I'm very content that all nobles could come and celebrate the aging of my son Damian" a fair, young, and deep voice came echoing from the halls of the ballroom. Coming out to the light, stood the strong Maou. Long wavy hair that ended to his broad shoulders, olive skin that outlined his biceps and muscles and black eyes that were mesmerizing but dangerous, characteristics of a real Shin Mazoku king.
With each step, the gleaming of his shoes shone. His dark and powerful aura seemed to entice the nobles into bowing. Satisfied with the proper conduct the king proceeded with his announcement "Although Damian is only turning 2...I can ensure that he will be a great heir to this kingdom, with pride I present my son to you, great nobles." Applauses expolded in the lavish ballroom when the small boy came into sight. The kid seemed to be timid, clinging onto the white fabric from Wolfram's chest not wanting to let go from the closed comfort. It was his shyness that surprised the nobles not the fact that the prince consort was right there...The air was getting tenser and even more overwhelming with the hundreds of hungry eyes staring at the pair...TBC...
..Haha...Yea anyways this IS a Yurram fic you'll see...