"I never loved you," he said. Exhaling his breath, he took a step back.

"I never did, Wolf. I'm sorry I've dragged this on for so long, but now I finally made up my mind," the monarch looked past the blond, to the crowd of aristocrats looking at the both of them expectantly.

His black gold embroidered cloak swished at the floor as he raised his wine glass and tapped it slowly.

For a second he lowered his head, his dark jade eyes locked with the green jade of his soon-to-be ex-fiancée.

"I'm sorry Wolf," he whispered softly, passing the glass to a nearby waiter. He watched as the blond turned his face away from him, preferring to look at his polished boots.

Yuuri smiled a flawless smile to the crowd, one that he had been carefully practising for years with the help of his advisors. It proved to be handy in convincing people somehow.

"Good evening, everyone. My greatest gratitude for all of you for coming to my 20th Birthday Ball," he watched as the aristocrats raised their glasses in acknowledgement.

"As you all know, yesterday I had taken a pledge in front of the shrine maiden, Lady Ulrike to live amongst all of you as a Mazoku. I do hope that my lengthen lifespan will allow me to be a better king, for all of us," the men cheered while the women smiled while fanning their lavish hand fans.

He smiled a sad smiled and cast a knowing glance to Wolfram. The blond mutely went and stood by his side as he took the blonde's hand into his hands.

"For the past years, Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld had been my fiancé, since the first day I stepped my foot in this beautiful castle, in fact. And he had been a very good one," he smiled, looking at the blond who still wouldn't meet his eyes, "He had been a great confidant of mine, a loyal soldier by my side and mostly, he had been the best friend that I've ever had, the one who had shared my life."

"That was it. He is and will always be my best friend," he decided not to talk any longer. Both he and Wolfram knew that if he too much he will soon blabber and on the verge of losing all his confidence.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I had thought long and hard and I have finally had a decision," he run his right hand through his hair and put on a poker face. He quickly put his hand down by his side when he remembered that doing that make him look wimpy and less 'kingly'. He took a deep breath.

"I, King Yuuri Shibuya, the 27th Maoh of Shin Makoku hereby nullify my engagement to Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld, the representative of the Bielefeld house, here at the capital," he exhales slowly. That was easy, now, to the hard part.

He turned to his left, where the blond stood still staring forward to the crowd, face unreadable. He proceeded to put his right palm on the blonde's left cheek, and bent down a little to kiss his right cheek.

Wolfram turned around to face him, tears brimming in his eyes. The depth of his eyes usually appeared emerald, but somehow tonight, they changed a different hue, the colour almost diluted, almost becoming shamrock green of the trees in the gardens.

Fuck, he hated traditions.

He licked his dry lips, and bent down slowly. As the blond started fidgeting, he wraps his left arm around the lithe waist and firmed his right palm behind his neck.

When he was low enough that he can feel the blonde's breath on his lips, and the sweet honey and rose smell of Wolfram start to overwhelm him, he whispered "I'm sorry" and he softly fixate his fleshy lips on the blonde's soft plum ones.

He nibbled on the luscious lips as the crowd watched, waiting for it to end. When Wolfram finally opened his lips, Yuuri put his tongue into the sweet cavern and sucked at Wolfram's reluctant tongue. Yuuri started to get intoxicated by the kiss and from the amount of wine he had drank before that night, before Wolfram softly pushed at his chest.

He gradually distances himself from the blond and turned to address the people.

"With this, my engagement to Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld is officially ended," he announced. He faked a broad smile and started to greet the nobles, discussing about his future plans and congratulations.

"The Maoh took an awfully long time to break up with that slut," Yuuri suddenly heard a high-pitched voice and quickly try to find the owner of the voice. Before long, he saw a lady in a pink gown with tight corsets talking with a group of equally beautiful woman by her side, her lips hidden behind her purple fan. He remembered her as a representative from one of the human lands, Lady Regina Welsher.

"I know! I mean, that rascal had absolutely no purpose being the fiancé of the most handsome man in the whole land," a lady in a blue gown replied, her deep crimson hair tied up high on her head. Lady Martha Lewis, he remembered because he had danced with her earlier that night and he had hated her cologne.

He believed he stood far enough from them not to know that he's listening, not that they could've noticed them in their jolly gossiping.

"Lord von Bielefeld was merely an opportunist. He took opportunity from the Maoh's innocence and impotence and whore himself to the throne. I bet that the Maoh broke up with him because beside from his mediocre looks, he obviously wasn't even that good in bed," the words left the lips of Princess Dorothy Adela, a noble from the human land, Ardelain which had just made an alliance with Shin Makoku. He recalled that he had actually told Wolfram earlier that very evening that he believed she would make a good new fiancée to him. Now he just feels ashamed.

"You know what, that scoundrel is probably off to his room, found someone new to warm his bed. A tramp surely can't last that long without being fucked," a shrill voice boosted, Lady Carol Ann, he knew because Wolfram plainly hated her, now he knew why. Then he noticed Lady Carol was referring to something and he turned his head to follow their movement, to see Wolfram walking out of the ballroom slowly with a man.

"That's weird, I thought that scamp hated human?" Lady Martha pointed out. Her red hair bouncing on her back as she speaks.

"You know what they say, desperate time calls for desperate measures. That swindler probably couldn't even hold back," Lady Carol declared.

Yuuri edged back from the ladies. He always thought that Wolfram was being paranoid when he said that the ladies of the court would never be a good partner for him, guess he was true.

He turned his head to the door from which the blond had just left. He somehow had a very bad feeling.

HI, It's Anies Miarie. I'm at home and very bored and I suddenly had an idea for this fic. Please R&R. This story will be a mini-series, only about 3-4 chapters at most. I haven't plan the next chapter yet, or how I'm ending this fic, so if you have any ideas, feel free to share!

Till next time