You've Got To Be Kitten Me - Prinxiety + OC [COMPLETED]

Chapter Seventeen

Virgil laid in bed, feeling a mixture of emotions. On one hand, he felt warm and fuzzy from the dark prince's kindness. On the other, he was worried; knowing he was in the same castle as Deceit put him on edge. It wasn't long before a chef arrived at his door.

"Your dinner, Mr. Virgil," he said, setting down a tray on his lap and lifting the silver covers. There was a steak and a baked potato underneath, both steaming hot. "Do be cautious, they just came out of the kitchen, so they are very hot."

"Yes, thank you," the anxious Side replied gratefully. The chef nodded with a smile, seeing himself out of the room. He stared at the food; the thought came to mind for a brief moment, that the food was poisoned. Shaking his head, he shoved the thought back quickly. "He literally has no reason to poison it. If he wanted me dead, he'd want to see it happen."

Nodding to himself, Virgil cut into the steak, gasping as more steam erupted from the perfectly cooked center. "Damn," he murmured as he began to cut it up into chewable bites. He put a piece into him mouth, eyes widening even more at the amazing flavor. He looked down at the food. "I shouldn't be surprised give this is part of the Imagination, but goddamn."

Within fifteen minutes, his plate was empty. He was awkwardly looking for a way to let the staff know politely when it just disappeared. He assumed it was back in the kitchen now, maybe through some sort of magic or something. Returning to bed, Virgil found it hard to sleep. He wanted to, he felt tired, but his mind kept running in circles as he tossed and turned.

Giving up after an hour or so, he slid out of the bed and wandered out into the dark palace. His footsteps were soundless against the marble floor as he carefully moved through the halls, not wanting to disturb anyone.

Namor's palace was gorgeous at night, moonlight illuminating it just enough for Virgil to see where he was going. It reflected off the black marble floors and the walls, and the air around him felt cool and calming in a way. However that quickly changed. The longer he walked, the more certain he became that someone was following him. He anxiously looked over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of them. His heart rate was steadily increasing, and to make matters worse he'd gotten lost. It hadn't even crossed his mind that he wouldn't know how to get back to his room.

He felt like he couldn't breathe anymore, his chest tight and as he felt his vision going spotty. The anxious Side didn't feel himself fall over, but his eyes blinked open a couple seconds later to find that the palace was much large than before.

Oh god... I'm a freaking cat again, Virgil thought with an internal groan as he got to his paws. This... might actually help me find my way back more quickly. I'll be able to run faster and my senses are heightened.

He nodded to himself as he broke into a run down the hallway. This was something he didn't get to do much, run in cat for. It was actually really cool if he was honest. He could feel the power in his muscles as he pushed his paws against the ground and surged forward. Turning corner after corner, he looked around in search of something familiar. Suddenly he ran into a pair of legs, bouncing backwards against the ground in shock.

"Huh?" Namor said, turning around. When his black and red eyes landed on him, they widened. "Whoa, how'd you get in here little one?"

Virgil backed away as he knelt down, but didn't run. He doesn't know it's me, I should be fine, he thought as he took deep breaths. He still took a few steps back when the dark prince's face got closer to his own.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to touch you," he said, sounding slightly sad. "I know what that does to people. Can you talk?"

The cat shook his head, feeling a little better. "Huh, most animals can talk," Namor pointed out, shrugging a little. His eyes focused on the miniature hoodie still hanging from his body from when the creative Side had put it on him a couple days ago. "Hey, that looks like Virgil's hoodie. Are you his cat?"

In a way, he thought, nodding and letting a purr rumble in his chest. He's way less threatening now that Deceit's not here making him tense. He's way more like Roman, I can see it in his smile and the way he's looking at what he thinks is just a cute cat.

"I'm Prince Namor, nice to meet you," he said, smiling even wider. Virgil felt his heart swell a little. He couldn't deny that that was really cute.