Tw: implied kidnapping, comment if I missed any!
Roman curled up against Virgil tiredly, smiling softly as he felt a kiss against the top of his head. He looked up, smiling wider as his eyes met the other's.
Leaning close, they shared a long, soft kiss, staying close a moment after it ended before pulling back, smiling at each other once again.
"I love you," Roman whispered, wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist, burying his face in their chest. Roman felt a hand in his hair, stroking it softly away from his face. "I know, Darling, and I love you,"
He melted softly at the affection in the other's voice, smiling wider. They stayed like this, in each other's arms, letting time pass around them.
A knock sounded at the door, rousing the moment the two had found themself in.
"Prince Virgil, you're needed in the throne room, immediately." An urgent voice called.
Virgil groaned softly, pulling back from Roman to sit up, rubbing a hand across his face, yawning tiredly.
"One moment," he called back, looking down at Roman who was looking up at him with a playful frown on his face.
"Do you have to go?" Roman asked, his voice soft. Sighing softly, Virgil pressed a light kiss to Romans cheek.
"Afraid so, Dear. Logan sounds serious," he responded, standing up and rewrapping his robe tighter around him, making his way to the door, opening it, peering out.
Virgil and the messenger, Logan, spoke in hushed voices for a moment before Virgil looked back at Roman, a conflicted look on his face.
Roman sat up, running a hand through his hair, combing it to be more presentable. Propping his pillow against the headboard he leaned against it, looking down and opening the front of his silky robe slightly to expose the golden skin of his chest.
Hearing the door close, Roman looked up, smiling. What he wasn't expecting however was to see Virgil hurriedly pulling yesterday's clothes back on, a concerned look on his face.
"Virgil, Dear, what's wrong?" Roman asked, standing up and making his way over to Virgil, confusion clear on his handsome features.
"Emergency meeting," was all he said, finishing the buttons on the side of his boots.
Standing up, Virgil pressed a kiss to Roman's cheek, continuing his way to the door, looking back, smiling softly. "I'll talk to you after, ok, Darling?"
Roman nodded, smiling back lightly. "Uh, yeah! Of course! I love you, Dear," The door closed, a frown making its way onto Roman's face.
Frankly, he was disappointed. This was not how he had expected this morning to go. He'd been looking forward to spending time with Virgil, hanging out with just the two of them... alone.
Shaking that thought from his mind, Roman flopped back onto the bed, looking up at the canopy above as he wrapped the comforter around him snugly.
He lay there for a moment, unsure of whether he liked this or not, before sitting up, looking around the room tiredly.
Standing once more, he made his way to the balcony doors, opening them and stepping out into the soft sunlight.
He heard the faint sounds of birds chirping, distant because of the height of the tower where he stood.
Roman smiled at the glow of the freshly risen sun, closing his eyes, basking in the warmth of it, his body relaxing, loosening his grip on the railing.
He was content in this moment, a soft breeze gently tousling his hair as he took a deep breath in through his nose.
In a moment he felt himself freeze.
Something was wrong. There was something very wrong.
Quickly, Roman turned to make his way back inside, but when he reached the doors he found them locked.
Rattling the handles, Roman frantically tried to force his way back in, the feeling of terror slowly creeping over his skin as he felt the world slowly darken around him.
He stopped, turning around slowly, stealing his nerves and forcing himself to look back.
There stood a cloaked figure, their large dark wings covering the length of the balcony, blocking out the early morning's light.
Standing tall, Roman tried to make himself look fierce as he could while wearing a long velvety, crimson robe; elegance overruling his fierceness.
"Who are you?" Roman spoke, keeping his voice even as he squared his shoulders, raising his chin, looking down at the figure.
"I am the bringer of darkness, the Prince of Shadow, and the mother of evil. I am the terror which haunts this realm, and the monster who will end your happily ever after," the figure reached up, lowering their hood.
They were small, almost a foot shorter than Roman, with chin length golden hair, pale skin that rivaled even Virgil's fair complexion, and glowing sapphire eyes.
"I am the DragonWitch," Roman stood there for a moment, confusion and terror twisting his handsome face.
"The DragonWitch!? The monster that's been terrorizing our Kingdom for years!?" "Yes," they said, stepping closer, smiling unnervingly. "And I won't let you stop me,"
Hhehehehhehehehehehehe!!! Hiiii!!!! I'm baaaaack!!! I hope y'all missed me! If not, that's kinda upsetting- anyways! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I'm looking forward to the upcoming parts! Bye for now dear friends!
