The Dragon-Witch Chronicles - Prinxiety AU

Chapter Eight

~Virgil~

I walked back into my room in the dungeon, finding it just as I left it. Home sweet hell. Small torches lit with purple fire lined the cobweb covered walls. I've never really been one for cleaning. If Logan ever came down were and saw the disorder and filth, he would literally attack me with a broom and dustpan.

I flopped onto my bed and began coughing at the dust blooming around me. Sleeping on the floor all the time makes my back hurt one I return to the mattress, but it's worth it. I closed my eyes to get some necessary shut-eye and the darkness of sleep-

KNOCK KNOCK

My eyes flew open suddenly. So much for that plan. I began to go answer the door before remembering the wound in my stomach. The pain had dulled to a slight throbbing, but my shirt was still covered in blood. What if Patton is at the door and he knows already? I threw off my shirt and sighed at my appearance. Examining the wound, I knew it was still open, but at least it's not bleeding. The scars crossing my arms would be a bit harder to conceal. It was also apparent that I was malnourished as my ribs poked through my skin. The knocking at the door became more urgent and a voice broke out.

"Virgil? Logan wants to see you." I sigh loudly at Roman's voice.

Putting on a long sleeve shirt, I answered the door. "Is that it, Princey?" I scowled.

"What took you so long?" I knew he was trying to hide it, but I could see the look of disgust on his face at the sight of my messy room.

I stepped into the hall and closed the door behind me, responding, "I was trying to take a nap before you came along."

Roman scoffed at me and began walking upstairs. "No need to be rude, remember who saved you?"

"Remember who made me run away?" I retorted, but quickly silenced myself after revealing the true reason I ran away. Roman just stared at me in shock that I confirmed everyone's beliefs, but why would they be shocked? You send someone to stay in the dungeon for all eternity and tell them they're useless, they'd want to get away. It was just my luck that I stumbled upon the dragon's lair. Even so, he turned his eyes forward and kept walking, not wanting to reveal that I hurt his pride.

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After leaving the dungeon, Roman and I split ways: him to the library and I to Logan's room. I stood at the door preparing myself to knock as I usually do when the door opened. Logan looked down at me with shock behind those thick nerdy glasses.

"Oh, hello Virgil. I didn't expect you to be arriving so soon," Logan stated and stepped aside for me to enter. I obeyed without making eye contact. "Roman got you, I presume?" I nodded. "Well..." he hesitated, probably feeling awkward at his one-sided conversation. Logan understands words and numbers, not feelings. He could never understand the way I felt when I ran away. "I need to examine your wound, Virgil," he resumed after collecting himself for a moment.

"What wound?" I asked, hoping he would accept my oblivious facade. But of course, he didn't.

"Take off your shirt," he ordered and pulled out a medical kit. Well at least take me out to dinner first, I thought to myself. I obediently pulled off my shirt, keeping it bunched up in my hands as I knew what was coming. Logan's eyes flew open wide.

"What have you been doing to yourself?"