"𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴!"
Roman felt his heart clench in his chest, and it took everything in him to not have a breakdown. They were just words, stupid little words, but they hurt. He wouldn't show weakness, not in front of this snake-faced bastard. He was much stronger than that, he knew it, but at the moment, he felt like every ounce of strength had just seeped from his body, leaving him a vulnerable mess. He didn't know what to say, really, stumbling backwards, almost falling against the TV in his moment of shock.
'𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵𝘤𝘳-' His head was screaming at him to just fucking 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘱, insisting that he act like the prince that he had always claimed he was, but he couldn't, and he quickly sunk out before Janus, or anyone in the room for that matter, could see the tears that he had held back finally fall down his face.
He stood in the middle of his room, gasping for breath between broken sobs, his face twisted in both anger and determination. He was weak, so fucking weak. He couldn't even handle a petty insult, when he was the one who had started the whole thing. He had to prove he was Thomas' one and only hero, prove that he was most definitely not one to be messed with. They would regret treating him like an idiot, like a fucking punching bag, but first---
He had to have a serious talk with his brother.
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The King || {Ongoing}
FanfictionRoman and Remus want nothing more than to prove themselves....and they may have just found a way.
