Love for a prince ~prinxiety~

Fourteen-Sad time pt.2

Big warnings!! This chapter has talk of extreme abuse, this is virgil's back story. This chapter talks of attempted suicide. Very sorry for this, and there will be a recap of this chapter in the next part so fell free to skip this chapter if you're uncomfortable.

It had been a few weeks since Virgil's nightmare. Roman hasn't brought it up anymore but it has nagged at him ever since.

Right now, Roman was sitting at his desk doing some princely duties, but he wasn't getting much done. He was too busy thinking about a certain anxious assistant. His door opened and he expected to see Virgil but instead his mother walked in. "Hello, dear," She greeted, Roman stood up as she walked over. "Hello, mother, is everything okay?" Roman asked, letting his mother take his seat. "Yes, everything is fine. I just stopped by to ask you something." Roman cocked his head, "What is it? Did I do something?" Eleanor shook her head, "No, no, you did nothing. I just wanted to know if you and Virgil are romantically involved." Roman blushed bright red and shook his head quickly. Eleanor laughs slightly and smiled at her son. "No! No, we aren't, mother. We are nothing more than friends." Eleanor gave a skeptical look but nodded with a smile and stood up. She headed for a the door but looked back over her shoulder, "Very well, but I'm just saying, he might make a good king." Roman flushed even darker and nodded.

He collapsed into his desk chair again and sighed. Was he really that obvious with his crush?
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Virgil laid in bed thinking. He was curled into a ball with his eyes closed. He looked asleep but he was far from. His mind was racing and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to trust Roman with his back story but he was scared of how Roman would react. What if he hated him? What if he thought he was disgusting? What if he kicked him out? What if he never wanted to see him again? All the what ifs went running through his head. He hated it. He hadn't been with Roman much today, Roman has been busy all day and Virgil didn't wanna bug him.

After another hour or two, Virgil went across the hall. He knocked and opened the door to find Roman at his desk. Roman smiled when he seen him and motioned him over. "Hi, sweetheart," Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil's waist. Virgil blushed and laid his arm on Roman's shoulder. "Are you done?" He asked. Roman shrugged, "Not really but I can take a break." Roman smiled at Virgil. "You can keep working, if you need to, Ro, I'll come back later." Roman shook his head and stood up. He dragged Virgil over to his bed. "I wanna spend time with you, dear," Virgil blushed and nodded.

After a few minutes, Virgil sighed, Roman stopped mid sentence and looked at him. "Are you okay?" Virgil eyes widen, have not realizing he sighed. "I'm okay, yeah," Roman nodded and smiled. But that smile dropped when Virgil sighed again, "Talk to me, love," Virgil moved so he was leaning on Roman, Roman opened his arms and held Virgil. "Will you promise me you won't hate me?" Roman looked down at Virgil, "I could never hate you, Virgil." Virgil nodded and said a quiet thank you.

Virgin fidgeted in Roman's arms. "I wanna, uh, tell you about my past. I know I shut you out last time we talked about it." Roman nodded and encouraged Virgil to continue. "I'm just scared," Roman nodded again and held Virgil closer. "I understand, baby, take your time." Virgil sighed and looked up at Roman who nodded with a light smile.

Virgil looked back down. He took in a shaky breath, "So, y'know my mom was never around." Roman nodded, "That's because she died giving birth to me," Roman gasped slightly and held Virgil tighter. "My father loved my mother so much. He blamed me for her death, he hated me, despised me. He wasn't horrible when I was little, but when I got old enough to attend school, I started asking about my mom. The other kids had both a mom and a dad, why didn't I? Little me didn't understand. I was about 5, I didn't stay in school long. My father pulled me out after kindergarten and "homeschooled" me. I wasn't taught anything that you would learn in school. I was taught how to behave, as my father put it. So from the ages of 5-8 I would just do little tasks like retrieving his glasses, or helping in the garden. But that wasn't good enough, I wasn't learning quick enough or doing it right. So on my 9th birthday, he decided I wasn't allowed to be upstairs, I was moved and made to live in the cellar. It was cold, I hated it. This is when he started to beat me." Virgil paused for second. Roman let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, "Take your time, baby," Virgil nodded and took a deep breath.

"This is when my "tasks" got harder. At first is wasn't bad, it was like cleaning and laundry and cooking. But if I did even one tiny thing wrong, I was beat. It started with him slapping me across the face and eventually it got so bad he would cut me, one time he threw really hot water on me. I hated myself, I-I still do, I'm cover in scars. I'm hideous. I'm so ugly-" Roman cut Virgil off, "Baby, you're so beautiful, so so beautiful. What he did to you doesn't make you less beautiful." Virgil hugged Roman and whispered a small thank you.

"When I was 15, I was beat almost daily. As I got older, his hatred for me worsened. Soon everything I did was wrong, and my punishments got worse. I wish he would've continued to hurt me physically. He started to starve me, I would be locked in the cellar for days and I wasn't allowed to eat, the longest was 4 days. He was always screaming at me, insult after insult." Virgil paused, his voice was shaky, he wiped the tears from his before they could fall. "On my 16th birthday, I had enough. There were rafters going across the cellar ceiling." Virgil stopped and gave a dry laugh, "My birthday gift was starving instead of a cake and a knife to the throat instead of presents...sorry," Virgil apologized when Roman didn't laugh. "That night, I found a rope in the cellar." Roman gasped and whispered a small no, "I grabbed a crate, like a milk crate, and stood on it to tie the rope around one of the rafters. I wrapped it around my neck after making a noose. I kicked the crate away and hung there, it hurt, but I didn't care, I was almost free. Things started getting fuzzy and I don't remember what happened. But I woke up in the living room with my father and a neighbor over me. My neighbor was a doctor, he had brought me back. My father found before I could die. He acted all scared and worried in front of the doctor but once he left he beat me till I couldn't move. He carried back to the cellar and left me there, not before telling me I wasn't allowed to die."

"That's when he started "training" me. He was teaching me how to be proper. He was teaching how to act so he could sell me. He sold me to you, well not you, the king I guess. I was so scared and confused when that guard came to my house. But when I learned I was free of him, I was so happy." Virgil smiled slightly, "I act like I'm normal, but I'm such a fuck up. But I'm happy I'm here, Ro, here with you."

Roman buried his face into Virgil's shoulder. He was crying but Virgil didn't know that. He never wanted to let him go. He wanted to keep him there, safe in his arms, where nothing could ever hurt him again. They didn't speak for a long time. "Virgil," Roman finally whispered. "Oh my god, baby, I'm so sorry, so so sorry. I will never, never let anything happen to you again, ever. You're safe, now. I'll protect you, nothing will ever hurt to you again. You're not a fuck up, you're so strong. I'm so proud of you. You're so amazing." Virgil smiled and looked up, his smile faded as he seen Roman's tear stricken face. He wiped Roman's tears away, "Don't cry, Ro, I know I'm safe now. I have my prince to protect me." Roman hugged him tightly. Virgil let him hold him, it felt nice to be held. He was safe.