Fantasizing a war - A Sanders Sides Trilogy

A Spy In The Castle

Virgil felt sick. The bright reds and whites contrasted heavily, making him dizzy - his anxiety didn't help. His breathing grew heavier, and he'd often double over with a retching noise, even if there was no actual sick.

"Breathe... Just breathe... In for four, out for four, in for four, out for four..." He repeated to himself. "I'll find Dee, then we can help Remus and I'll apologize... I'll find Dee, help Remus and apologize..."

The world was spinning; Virgil hated it. He stumbled about like an idiot, tripping over his feet and then he actually threw up. Wiping his mouth on an ugly banner, he kept moving forward.

Then he noticed a clean room. Entering, he saw it was a large, extravagant bathroom. He liked bathrooms - baths were great to hide in. Taking off his black hoodie and laying it in the bathtub, he crawled in. Virgil didn't bother taking off his clothes or even putting water in the tub. He just needed to relax and come up with a plan.

"Where's Mom when you need her...?" He whispered, closing his eyes.

.:*:.

Logan watched Patton calm down a distraught Roman. The prince had managed to step into a disgustingly warm pile of sick, which resulted in him slipping over and ruining his robes.

"When we find this spy, I'm going to kill him!" Roman was yelling, furiously.

"Now, now, kiddo! I'm sure it wasn't the spy, right Logan?"

"It was the spy."

"How do you know?" Asked Roman. It was hard to take the prince seriously with the brownish-green discolouration on his perfectly white tunic.

Logan shrugged. "Simple. Anyone else would've cleaned up this sick, and this person clearly didn't. Also, they cleaned their mouth on the banner behind you. They obviously meant to disrespect your father."

"Oh, my stars! How dare they!" Roman was obviously feigning offence from this unknown spy. "Wait till my father hears about this!"

"Do you know which way they went, Lolo?" Patton asked.

Logan looked about and moved to the right, slowly at first but steadily becoming more confident. "This way!" He called back.

"Again, how do you know?" Roman asked, catching up to him. Patton appeared on his other side.

Logan sighed. "Because of the acidy smell that is familiar with that of Roman's' new odour."

Roman frowned crossly. "Shut up, calculator watch. At least we know you can become a sniffer dog for the knights now with your excellent sick-tracking skills."

"Nonsense. My input into the royal court is infinitesimally important to your father. I doubt he'd let me go to such a ridiculous job."

Patton stopped walking, giggling loudly outside Roman's' private bathing room.

"What? What is so amusing?" Asked Logan.

"You've been using that word wrong!"

Logan glared at a grinning Roman. "Which word? 'Amusing'? It's an adjective which means causing laughter and providing entertainment."

"The other one! In- Infin- Infinite-!"

"Infinitesimal?"

"Yup! It means really small and you've been using it as if it means really big!"

Logan paled. Reaching for his notebook, which was repurposed as a pocket dictionary. Flicking through the pages he paled. "The day Patton corrected me will, figuratively, haunt me for the rest of my days."

Roman joined Patton in loud laughter. After a minute they stopped laughing, a giggle echoing around the now silent hall. "You done?" Asked Logan raising an eyebrow.

The two nodded, but the giggle was still there. That's when Roman frowned, moving towards his private bathroom. Putting his ear against the door, his eyes widened. Roman mouthed to his friends: "Someone's in here!"

Patton paled, grabbing Logan's' arm nervously. Logan walked up behind Roman, nodding.

Bracing himself, Roman tried the handle, surprised to find it unlocked. He opened it, and the three of them filed in. Their gaze fell on the bath.

Black hair with purple tips stuck out at one end and boots stuck out on the other end. The giggling died down, and pale hands came up, gripping the rim of the bathtub. A small boy, around their age, sat up, looking at them.

Instead of panicking about being discovered, the boy frowned. "Why are you all in my castle? Who are you?"

Roman inhaled sharply and was about to answer rudely when Patton interrupted. "Who are you?"

The boy frowned, twisting so his body was facing them. "I asked first." Shrugging, he got out of the bath, grabbing a hoodie. He smelt slightly of vomit. "Whatever. Take me to the king, please."

"No!" Roman cried, hands on hips. "You are coming with us!" And he ran up to the darkly clothed boy, snatching his wrist and dragging him out.

Logan and Patton looked at each other and shrugged, following their friend.

.:*:.

Whoop, spent two hours on this! I was going to keep extending this, but I do need to take care of my basic hygiene. Like eating food.

Now Virgil has graced us with his presence of eternal angst, we can continue with the actual story. Next chapter is loosely planned and will hopefully be out soon. And if I'm honest, this is the most I've stuck to something.

Hope you're looking forward to the next part!