(wolf’s POV)

Why is the ground rocking? I wonder.

My hair is pricking my forehead, so I move to brush golden locks off my face.

Ouch! Why does it hurt so much?

…

Ah… Now I remember.

I am almost afraid to open my eyes, because I am in no condition to face big big brother’s stern glare or Weller’s patronizing smile.

Be brave, Wolfram.

Gulping, I open my eyes, only to be greeted by a pair of jet black ones, the owner of whom was smiling unusually warmly at me, and whose hands were currently sending healing magic up my injured arm. It is a small coach; there is only Yuuri here with me.

Unless… Gwendal has magicked himself into hiding behind a tiny cushion. I eye it suspiciously, before deciding it held no threat. Yuuri, only Yuuri.

I nearly cry for gladness. The wimp is safe, and I am not dead. Memories of the fight are a bit vague right now, but I remember for certain Yuuri changed into the Maou.

“Yuuri! Are you alright? Did you get hurt?” I valiantly tried to get up, my worry propelling my motion. To no avail, however, as I am pushed back to my initial lying position on the seat, the king who pushed me kneels patiently on the coach floor.

“Shh, Wolfram, I’m fine! You’re the one that needs help. I can’t believe you nearly died again for me. I thought we made a promise for this sort of thing? Did you know, Wolfram, I felt like the one being stabbed when those…men… attacked you? In your weakened state, you were no match for them. From what Gwendal told me before you woke, they were the elite assassin squad from Cimaron. Most have killed more people than the number of years you’ve lived Wolfram. They were after me, and if you hadn’t gotten lucky, you’d be dead too! Don’t ever do that to me again!” The wimp looks like he’s on the verge of tears.

I sigh. “Yuuri…” I begin. “I am your fiancée and protector. I am obliged to die if it means it will keep you safe. I would not change anything I have done, because to the best of my knowledge there was no better way.”

“You could’ve let me help.”

“Hah! Why not I just run you through with a sword myself? I chose the option with the minimal loss, dying in your place!”

“Losing you is NOT minimal! Wolfram, you promised never to leave me alone. You almost broke your promise when you fought, and you don’t know how much it would have hurt if I lost you. I hate seeing you get hurt!”

The wimp doesn’t understand. The blow dealt by my death would be the flap of a butterfly’s wing compared to what I would feel if he was the one who… But I feel shamefully pleased to now that he would be at least a bit distraught had I died.

“Wolfram, I refuse to let you get hurt from now on. I, as your king, order you to think about yourself before you think about others!”

Stupid heika.

“Yuuri… You are a part of me, you wimp! If you die, then I die. When you are in pain, I am hurt as well. I always have to protect you, it’s the only way I can protect myself.”

The wimp contemplates this for a moment before he smiles yet again.

“Fine! Then I will have to take care of you myself!”

What’s this? After the catastrophe I single-handedly created all of a sudden the wimp wants to take care of me?

My insides perform an odd little dance, which I believe is cause by the joy that ran through my body.

The wimp does care!

Oh, wait, he’s continuing.

He’s lowered his head to my level, and whispers in my ear.

“Oh, and Wolfram? Being a fiancée and protector works both ways. I’ll protect you from now on, I promise!”

“But Yuuri, aren’t you angry? All the trouble we’ve been put through is my fault, I….”

He cut me off with an irritated “Hush!”

“Stop being a silly brat, Wolfram. The attack was nobody’s fault but those of the assassins. You are as much a victim as I, perhaps even more so. You were perfect, Wolfram. No king could have asked for more, and for as long as you’ll let me, I’ll try to repay my debt to you.”

When he ended with a thank you, I feel him send a strong wave of healing magic into me.

I grow sleepy once again, but sleep is welcomed this time. We are going back to the castle, and I have kept my Yuuri safe. And Yuuri is actually grateful for the things that I do for him. I close my eyes with a smile, my world is at peace. As long as Yuuri is safe, I am safe.

So… “Wimp? Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, though God knows I do not deserve your thanks”

With my eyes still closed, I smacked his head for being much too meek and wimpy. I hear him laugh, and return to my original sleeping position.

“Sleep now, Wolfram. I’ll protect you.”

“I like that wimp”

“So do I”

End

That’s the end of my first-ever long fic!!! punches air in triumph it’s my country’s national today, so this is my way of remembering it XD well, hope everyone liked it, please review because I would be ETERNALLY grateful if I can hit 50 reviews dies of shame at being so pathetic anyways, as you can see, it all ends relatively happily. My ominous words? Only to scare yuuram88. But is it just me, or does it feel like there should be a sequel? When I read it again I thought that perhaps a sequel is plausible. I’ve not planned anything, of course.

Hope you’ve enjoyed my little fic, thanks very much for you support!