Cabbage

Cabbage - Oneshot

It is almost midday, I'm sitting in the study with my paperwork. The soft light of the sun, that's positioned at the middle of the high sky is striking me at a side. The curtain moves a little when I face the windows, it's good that a soft breeze is blowing, other way I would be complaining about the heat.

"Yuuri, if we had a child, how do you think they'll look like?"

Wolfram is looking at me with his big green eyes that makes me forget about the impossibility that implies the question; and I answer him normally.

"Mmmm... I think they most likely will have black hairs. Or maybe even the eyes, because almost all times the stronger genes are the ones with darker colors. But you never know, maybe they would resemble you."

"Hummh."

He's thinking about something looking at the ceiling, then he smiles pleased and continues with his paperwork.

"But, why are you asking this out of the blue?"

"Just curiosity. It would be great if they have the hair like you, when they'll be older they'll be really handsome."

My face is getting a little hot, I can't get used to his compliments even if he tells me those things casually.

"But, if they looked like you I think it would be cuter. Blonde, green eyes, that's better than mine." I use my thumb and index finger to rub one of the ends of my dull black hair. "If it was a girl, with that hair she'll be like a little doll for sure."

"Wouldn't you like to have a boy?"

"Ah, I don't know. Yeah, I think so. We already have Greta, and she's a girl. Besides, I would like to have a son to teach baseball, that would be good. You could teach him to use the sword. I like girls, and of course she also can do all that, but I think it's still different."

"So, would you like to have one?"

The question sounds too serious, but when I look at Wolfram he's resting calmly on the back of his hands smiling at me.

"Yes, sure. I mean, nothing wrong thinking about it, right? A boy sounds great."

Wolfram looks really pleased, he fixes his paperwork and comments:

"I would like to have a boy too."

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Conrad, who was with me a while ago, is now talking to Gwendal about some issues of importance at the borders. Günter is sitting at my side, sticking as close as he can as always, and he's writing down some corrections in the document I was checking. At least concentrating in this I can forget about his sexual harassment of each minute. I allow myself to be lost in numbers and amounts for a moment, the amount of wheat this year seems to be better than last year, that's very good.

I didn't have the time to continue calculating in my mind how much profit we'll get from this, nor the low in the price of the bread for the people, or even be glad about all of it. I feel something strange behind me, and then the sound of scissors.

I turn, Wolfram is standing triumphant, with a little black lock between his fingers.

"Wha-? Did you cut my hair?!" I can't believe it, that's like a violation! Well, not with a sexual meaning, but it's a kind of violation!

Gwendal and Conrad look here after my scream.

"B-but what's that behaviors? The hair of His Majesty! How could you?! I can't forgive this awful sacrilege, touching His Majesty is already something bothersome that I have to stand from you! But cutting his beautiful locks that are as dark as the night?! Spoiled Prince, you've already crossed the line of the unforgivable, you'll need to be punish-!