Once and Never

"He's a dream... And my opponent."

|| Some random AU-- Kingdom style with Prinxiety hopefully~ ||

Virgil stood atop the balcony looking down over the central square of the castle, a small frown on his face as his eyes flicked around, looking for nothing in particular, just surveying the area.

"My lord, it's time for the council meeting. Your father is expecting you to sit by his side and er-- He expects you to stay quiet." His adviser and manservant, Logan, appeared out of nowhere in the doorway behind him. "I have arrived in time to give you ten minutes to arrive, so you may take your time if you wish." He said stiffly, sounding like some sort of mindless sycophant.

The prince sneered and spun on his heel, letting the expression fall with a huff and walking over to Logan, turning his head while they were at shoulder-to-shoulder. "Make sure my armor is polished." Before stalking off down the long corridor, and then the maze of a castle he lived in, moving quickly.

Logan muttered something about stone hearts and royalty, before walking the other direction, glancing down at the parchment in his hand, pulling a quill from his belt and popping the cap of the vial of ink at his side, quickly writing a note before tucking the quill away and capping the ink, moving to avoid another servant.

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"Today we will greet the knights of the other Kingdoms to Florian." The King, Thomas, was seated at the more ornate chair at the end of the table, Prince Virgil to his right and Sir Remy to his left. "And we must not forget that Prince Roman, from the Kingdom of Dari, will be participating in the tournament as well. He is our entitled guest, and will have the best chambers, even above the knights." He continued, looking around at the other members of the council.

Virgil had heard of Prince Roman before, as the King of Dari, King Remus, however annoying he is, seems to be determined to make friends with King Thomas. This tournament will give the young Prince a chance to see Florian, and let the people of Florian meet him. Well, at least see him in battle, if anything.

"We will wait by the gates to welcome everyone. They are all expected to arrive by sunset, as we cannot leave our gates open for so long." King Thomas concluded. "This meeting is over."

Most of the council stood and bowed in the general direction of the two royals, then hurried out of the chamber to make preparations. Sir Remy stood and spoke in a low voice to King Thomas, something Virgil couldn't hear, but he didn't care much. "May I leave?" He interrupted. Often his father wished to speak with him, but he wanted to make sure his armor was in top condition, if he was to meet another prince.

Sir Remy glanced at Virgil and quickly nodded his head sharply to the King, rushing out of the chamber. Thomas finally looked at Virgil, frowning. "Yes, I suppose so. Make sure you look presentable." Was all he said before standing and moving around the chair, cape billowing as he walked to the corridor on the opposite end of the chamber rather than the main entrance.

Now alone in the council chamber, Virgil stood and walked out the main entrance, taking his sweet time. He kicked at a dust bunny, watching it swirl through the air. Yes, he wanted to look nice in the eyes in another royal, but no, he didn't care much.

"My lord, your armor is ready. There are some more decorative adjustments to this set, as it is mainly for show rather than competition." Logan had this habit of appearing out of nowhere, as he did once again, speaking from behind Virgil, barely missing a jab to the gut.

"Don't-- Don't do that." Virgil's voice raised, then he lowered it to a normal octave to warn Logan, crossing his arms and lifting his shoulders self-consciously. He held his shoulders, eyeing him warily.

"Apologies." Logan shrugged, then whipped around and pulled out his parchment, walking off to do something else that needed to be done.

Virgil slunk off to his room to check the new armor.