A royal tale

Chapter 6- 'They're in love'

Virgil was awake, but not up and out of bed.

Why?

Well, Roman was currently laying on top of him, his head was on Virgil's chest.

The problem wasn't that he couldn't move Roman, he could probably bench press double of Roman's weight, no, it was that he didn't want to wake Roman up, he knew they had gotten here relatively late, and Roman wouldn't move, even if Virgil did wake him up.

So here Virgil was, trapped only by the fear of waking up Roman.

Eventually he reasoned that if Roman would be awake, it'd be more reasonable to get out of bed to take a morning shower.

He shook Roman a bit, a tried and tested method that worked in waking him up.

Roman groaned when he woke up, only to grab Virgil and try to bury his head into the blankets, as if trying to force himself asleep.

"Good morning darling."

"Fuck you." Roman said, pulling the duvet over his head.

"I'm gonna go take a shower now." Virgil said, before starting to move from underneath Roman as carefully as he could.

What he wasn't expecting was for Roman to literally cling onto him.

"The council has decided. You're staying here."

"What council is that exactly?" Virgil asked, still trying to get out of Roman's grip.

"Me, stay now. I'm tired." Roman said, pulling Virgil down with him into the covers.

"I need to-"

"You can take a shower later, now shut up and sleep, it's too early to wake up."

"Roman sweetie, it's 7 in the morning."

"Great to know, I wake up at 8." Roman said, going back to his original location of on top of Virgil.

Roman grabbed at Virgil's hips and pulled him closer, Roman's head was resting right above Virgil's shoulder, buried between his neck and the pillow.

That was until Roman unburied his head and silently pecked Virgil on his lips, retreating to his previous sun-blocking position.

"What was that for?" Virgil asked playfully.

"Do you ever shut up?" Roman asked, "You know, if you shut up I'll kiss you more, I just want to sleep goddammit."

"Proooomise?"

"Yes, now shut up."

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After a few kisses Virgil headed to the shower.

He felt cold after leaving bed, but the shower soon replaced the missing warmth.

It quickly came across to Virgil that there wasn't any soap in the bathroom, except hand soap, so he just rinsed himself off and tried to clean himself as effectively as possible.

He was dreading tomorrow, but why? He wasn't getting married, so why'd he care?

Oh, right, Roman.

An adorably cute prince that was the best person Virgil had ever met by a long shot, was going to get married to Virgil's sister who didn't even want to get married.

He grabbed a towel that was in the bathroom, because apparently the hotel could leave a towel and expect someone to shower, but not provide soap.

He quickly dressed back up again and left the bathroom, he hadn't bothered with his hair, there was no point in just rinsing it, but his hair was now all filled with steam, so it was fluffier than usual.