The Prince and the Witch Prisoner | Prinxiety

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TW: nightmare, slight blood, claustrophobia sort of? Don't worry, it gets fluffy later in the chapter

Virgil held on tight to Janus's hand as they ran through the woods. Branches scratched them and thorns grabbed them, tearing at their clothing.

Virgil didn't even know who these people were, or how they figured out they were witches. He just knew that if they were caught then they'd be dead.

"Keep moving, we have to keep moving," Janus mumbled, but Virgil knew they were both tired.

"Jan, they're catching up," Virgil whimpered, looking behind them.

He turned back and saw Janus was gone, and in his hand was his purple amulet. He held the amulet to his chest as he stopped running and looked around.

"Janus! Janus where are you?!"

Virgil heard a scream and froze. Ice filled his veins as he realized they were Janus's screams. They got Janus.

Tears poured down his eyes as he ran in the opposite direction as his brother. Why was he running away? He should be helping his brother!

He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and saw several men up ahead. They were holding torches and crossbows.

Virgil screamed and tried to run the other way, but he was surrounded. There was a pain in his hand as an arrow grazed it and he dropped his amulet. It disappeared before it even hit the ground.

Then he was on the ground, being held down by a million hands. They pressed him to the forest floor as he screamed and cried, struggling to get free. The pressure was so intense, it felt like a million pounds were on him, crushing him. His lungs burned, his body ached, he was going to die!

Virgil shot up gasping for air. He glanced around and realized he was alone. No, that was wrong, Roman was next to him sleeping.

In the moonlight, Roman looked so peaceful. He was calm despite sleeping on the forest floor with no cushion except his own cloak. His chocolate hair was a mess, but he still looked handsome.

Virgil sighed and ran his hands through his own hair. He shivered from the cold night air, but it was refreshing. He was safe, no one knows where he is, no one can harm him.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," he mumbled to himself, trying to relax.

He stood up on shaky legs and walked over to the stream. He sat down and set his bare feet into the cold water. He didn't have any shoes, Alec never gave him any and took his old pair. It made it hard to walk on the forest floor but to be honest he was too exhausted earlier to notice how much his feet had hurt.

He'd be fine, the skin on his legs was tough with scar tissue. Virgil hated how it looked, his legs looked half melted. But at least it didn't hurt too bad when he stepped on a stone, well that was after months of healing.

The cold water was soothing on his feet. It helped ground him and it woke him up, pulling him further out of the nightmare.

No hands were holding him down, he could breathe, and his brother is alive. Plus, he wasn't alone with Roman there. Maybe Roman hated him, but at least he started to understand him. He listened. That was more than any other human had done for him.

"Virgil?" he jumped when he heard Roman call his name. He turned around and saw Roman sitting up. "What are you doing up so early? The sun is barely up."

Virgil shrugged. "I had a nightmare is all."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Roman walked over and sat down next to him.