The plot bunnies won't leave me in peace this week! I just had to get this little YuriWolfram out in the open. Sorry for the extream shortness but it's just a quicke this time.
Disclamier: I do not own Kyo Kara Maou. If I did Wolfram would always wear the pink nighty.
Please read on...
One evening everyone was gathered for dinner to try and have a normal dinner. Or as normal as they could hope for. And during this semi normal dinner Yuri noticed his daughter looking questionably at Wolfram.
"Is something wrong Greta?" he asked. Yuri thought he heard Wolfram mutter wimp but pushed it aside.
"Well, I was just wondering did Wolfram, Conard, and Gwendal learn discipline as kids?"
"Of course"interjected Wolfram "It's what makes us into strong people."
"But why do you still do it now?" asked Greta.
"What do you mean?" asked Wolfram.
"Well, one night I passed by your room and I heard Yuri disciplining you."
"Yeah right Yuri could never discipline me!" stated Wolfram boasting proudly.
"But I heard it!" protested Greta.
"What exactly did you hear?" asked Conard.
"I passed by their room one night and I know I heard them talking." "Yuri said that Wolfram had been a naughty little spoiled pooh and needed punishment."
"And Wolfram said what are you going to do about it?" "I couldn't see what happened but I heard a lot of popping noises like someone getting spanked and a lot of moaning in pain."
"And I know I heard Wolfram say for Yuri to teach him how to not be a naughty little spoiled pooh anymore." "There was a lot more spanking noises and then some banging against the wall."
"I couldn't hear anymore after that so I went to go sleep." "I just wanted to know why even as grown ups you still needed such harsh discipline?" asked Greta.
The princess looked around for an answer but knew she wasent going to get one at the moment.
Conard's smile looked like it would break his face. Giesela tried stuffing food in her mouth not wanting to laugh at royalty but failing.
Anissina just laughed loudly banging her fist on the table.
Gwendal put his head down but you could still hear him laughing. Gunter would not laugh at his king, instead he decided to snicker. A lot.
The three maids were all beet red at the thought of the king and prince doing the naughty.
Wolfram had turned an unflattering shade of red and Yuri was thinking suicidal thoughts.
Conard turned to his niece to explain. But couldn't even make a complete sentence without laughing.
Poor Greta's question went unanswered that night. And it would be for a long time. At least until she had the "talk" with Lady Anissina later on in her years.
Well hear's another one for ya. Im suprised no one is sick of my sad attempts just yet. Thank you all for your soupport! Maby the plot bunnies will attack me with a mega fic story in the future... See ya peeps!