Breakfast
“Doria, what’s wrong? You’re pink to the tips of your ears. Do you have a
fever?” Sangria set her laundry basket down and reached for her friend,
intending to check her temperature.
“No, I’m fine, but...” Doria’s hands shook, causing the items on the tray she
was carrying to clatter.
“That’s King Yuuri’s breakfast tray!” Sangria exclaimed, even more convinced
that something was wrong with the other maid. Doria would never neglect her
duty, especially in delivering breakfast to the King and Lord Wolfram. It was
the best opportunity of the day for seeing how their relationship was
progressing. After all, there was a lot of money in the betting pool by now.
Sangria was still holding out hope for Yuuri and Conrad while Lasagna favored
Yuuri and Gunter. But Doria was a Yuuri and Wolfram fangirl from day one.
"I... I..." Doria waved her hand helplessly, unable to find the words she
needed.
"Were they fighting again?" Sangria asked sympathetically. Lord Wolfram's temper
was infamous and it was often directed at his hapless fiancé, King Yuuri.
"No... no..." Doria looked around before leaning closer to Sangria, lowering her
voice to a whisper. "There were... noises."
"Noises?" Sangria leaned in even closer, delighted. "Do you mean...?"
"Moans." Doria nodded and blushed even brighter pink. "Thumping."
"Really?" Sangria was so delighted for the King and Lord Wolfram that she didn't
even care about the betting pool. "At last!" She leaned back, glancing around
quickly. "You've got to tell Lasagna."
"No!" Doria shook her head frantically, reaching out to grab Sangria's arm. "I
mean... it's not certain..." She couldn't fight her smile one more minute. "But
I still need to deliver the breakfast tray."
And before Sangria could say anything, Doria had picked up the tray and hurried
off towards the King's private chambers.
Sangria waited all of five seconds before hurrying after her, laundry basket
temporarily forgotten.
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"You've been practicing," Wolfram said, getting the words out between gasps of
air. His nightgown was askew and his hair a tangle but he was smiling.
"And you didn't believe me," Yuuri said, just as winded and disarrayed as his
fiancé. He surveyed the wreckage, wondering how he was going to explain a broken
bed to Gwendal - or worse, Gunter.
"I didn't think you'd actually cut through the bedpost." Wolfram leaned down for
a closer look at the splintered wood and the collapsed canopy and frame.
Morgif gave a proud "OOoooooOOO" at the compliment.
"It wasn't my idea," Yuuri protested, giving Morgif a frown. "I should make you
explain this to Gunter," he told the sword. Morgif frowned and gave a
disappointed moan.
"Just leave it. I'll have the servants clear away the mess." Wolfram waved off
Yuuri's objections. "We've got a full schedule today and I want to spar with you
before Conrad starts your morning training."
Wolfram moved towards his wardrobe, ignoring Yuuri's pointless attempt to shift
the broken canopy. He glanced back just as Yuuri caught his foot on the edge of
the tumbled comforter and managed to get his arms around the King just as he
fell forward. The two young men landed hard, Yuuri fully on top of Wolfram.
They were still lying there, breathless, when Doria knocked lightly and walked
in with breakfast.
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