So, I just received a review about this story that I haven't looked at in 5 years. I've decided to go ahead at give a shot at finishing it. I can't guarantee that it will be much better, but I have re-read it and fixed lots of errors and plot holes that I have found. If you have read this already, you may want to re-read so that you can answer all of those burning questions like "Why even have a ball at all?" because that what I asked myself when I read it. Don't worry! I fixed it! Things make more sense...I hope.

Chapter 1 : A Political Advancement

"A ball?" Yuuri questioned the blonde beauty in front of him. A huge smile broke onto the Lady Cecilie's face as she leaned forward onto Yuuri's desk.

"Yes, a ball! Doesn't that sound like fun Heika?" She replies flirtatiously. Yuuri laughed nervously, he had never been very good at dancing, or talking to nobles. Being a people pleaser as he was though, he didn't have the heart to refuse her. He smiled and nodded at her, trying to look convincing as he mustered up the courage to answer her.

"Sure, I guess so." He stuttered, trying to sound enthusiastic. He was lucky that the young woman was easily fooled, Yuuri was a terrible liar.

"Yay! I'll start the preparations at once Heika! I will also have Gunter arrange dancing lessons for you ok?" Lady Cecilie grabbed the king into an overbearing hug.

"Mother really! That is highly inappropriate. Let go of him at once!" A familiar soldier's voice shouted with authority from the doorway. Wolfram was walking quickly towards them with a scowl on his face. The ex-queen released the current king and smiled at her son, pulling him into the embrace instead.

"Oh Wolfie! You don't think I would try to steal your future husband do you? Even if he is quite handsome." Wolfram struggled in his mother's strong grasp to no avail. Yuuri scratched the back of his head in his nervousness.

"Mother! Let go of me! You just hugged me this morning!" The blonde wrenched himself away from his mother and stood a few feet back. Cecilie let him do so and pouted with her arms crossed.

"Wahh~! My son doesn't love his mother like he should!" She pretended to cry as she ran out of the room, and the blonde prince simply rolled his eyes in annoyance and shook his head. He was used to his mother's odd behavior and usually ignored her dramaticism. He turned towards the king.

"Yuuri, what were you two talking about? She seemed unusually excited about something." The blonde inquired. The double black shrugged noncommittally.

"Nothing much I guess, she wants to host a ball since the kingdom has been so quiet recently. She wants to start me on dance lessons." Yuuri stated flatly. Wolfram nodded seriously.

"It's not a terrible idea, balls can be good for political advancements. We might be able to make some new alliances if we invite more of the kingdoms we have yet to ally with." Yuuri blinked, he had only been thinking about the dancing issue, he hadn't thought much of balls as political affairs.

Leave it to Wolfram to see everything seriously and not fun at all.

"Oh…" Was all that Yuuri could say. Wolfram looked at him inquisitively.

"What? You dislike parties? I could still have mother cancel it." He mused. Yuuri had no doubt that Wolfram would find a way to cancel the ball if Yuuri were to ask him to. Wolfram had always done everything in his power to make Yuuri more comfortable. The double black shook his head.

"No, parties are fine…Dancing isn't. I've never been able to dance well." Wolfram snorted at the statement.

"What a wimp! You can't even dance?" He sighed in mock disappointment. "I guess I'll just have to teach you then."

Yuuri blinked at that. Oh no, dancing with Wolfram…This could spell disaster.

"Uh…Wolf, that's ok, your mother is setting up lessons for me, you don't have to-"

"What kind of fiancé would I be if I didn't help you learn to dance?" Wolfram interrupted him. Yuuri shuffled his feet and looked at the floor. Wolfram was obviously offended by this and scoffed.

"What is it Yuuri? Does the idea of dancing with me disgust you?" The blonde knit his eyebrows together and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Wolfram's chest was beginning to puff out in a challenge, daring Yuuri to agree with the statement. Yuuri's eyes widened as he waved his arms about in fear.

"N-n-no! That's not it Wolf! It's just that you are super busy, and I don't want to take away your time." Yuuri tried to make this his excuse, but Wolfram would have none of it.

"I can always make time for you Yuuri! Are you saying that I care so little about you that I would put my work before you! How could you think that!" The blonde shouted at him. Yuuri stepped back in defense.

"Eh? No! You are taking this all wrong! It's not that I don't want to dance with you Wolf it's just…"

"Just what Yuuri?" Wolfram spat, his eyes glowing with the fire inside that Yuuri knew all too well.

"It's just…just…Weird! Dancing with a guy is weird!" Yuuri said quickly in a panicky tone.

"Ugh! When will you get it through your thick skull that it's not weird here Yuuri! How is it weird that you would dance with your fiancé?" Wolfram was always so matter of fact in his logic, but Yuuri was still stuck in his old habitual responses.

"That was an accident Wolf! I never meant to propose to you!" Wolfram winced. He had heard this argument before. It felt like a stab to the heart every time it was said, but he pushed the pain away again.

"You still did it Yuuri! Whether you meant it or not, you still haven't annulled it, so we are still engaged. Either accept responsibility for it, or break it off. Those are your choices." Wolfram said firmly, he turned on his heels and strode out of the room quickly. Yuuri stood there for a while speechless.

Let's give this story some new life! I'd love some new reviews from those of you who are still out there reading my work! Thanks!