Fantasizing a war - A Sanders Sides Trilogy

Breakfast With The Prisoner

Roman returned from dinner, feeling shattered. It had been one of the most awkward he'd ever been to. Everyone avoided mentioning the argument he and his father had had, along with several words about the coronation.

He had said goodbye to Patton at the palace gates, who'd hugged him tightly, and walked back inside the castle with Logan. Logan had to bid him goodnight when he reached the Advisor's' quarters, leaving him on his own.

When he shut the door of his room he just groaned loudly. He removed his clothes, dumping them on the floor and walked over to his large bed, finding his silk pyjamas laid out on the covers, smooth and shining. He changed into them.

Crawling into his bed, he pulled a cord that dropped the curtains around him, taking off his crown at the last moment and resting on a small hook above his head.

Roman was asleep in moments.

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He woke up, yawning. Putting his crown on his head, he reluctantly moved from his bed and pushed through the heavy curtains. He was mildly surprised to see his discarded clothes still there but didn't think about.

Roman started to unbutton his pyjama top as he walked to the wardrobe. He was slightly confused as to why it was locked but he opened it with the key, stepping in as un undid the last button.

Staring at his robes, he screamed when a monotone voice piped up, "You snore, like, really loudly." Anxiety raised an eyebrow at him. "You forgot you put me in here, didn't you?"

"N-No, of course not!" Roman felt his face go red, and he turned away, searching through the rows of clothes in his giant closet. "I just-" He frowned. "Is that my dressing gown?"

Anxiety went a little red, grumbling, "Well, it isn't entirely comfortable lying on the floor with your hands tied behind your back. This was the most comfortable thing I found..."

Roman nodded, turning back to his search for clothes. He pulled out a comfortable red jacket, a crisp, white shirt and tight trousers. Glancing at Anxiety, he said, "I'm changing outside the wardrobe. I'll let you out when I'm done and call in two breakfasts." The prisoner simply nodded.

Once Roman had changed, he pulled out an IPad, tapping in an order. He made it quite large, thinking instantly of excuses for the order that had practically doubled in size. When he sent the request, he went to sit in the wardrobe.

"Can you untie me?" Asked Anxiety.

Roman shrugged, reaching for him. "Sure. But don't try anything!" He warned. Anxiety simply nodded again. When the sash was untied, the prisoner rolled his shoulders.

"Oh, crap, that feels so much better..." He mumbled, arching his back with a tiny click. "Thanks."

"No problem..."

They sat in awkward silence until the door knocked. Roman dashed to answer it, with a dashing smile. "Hello, Maid Schylur!"

"Hello, Sir. Your breakfast?" The maid offered the tray to him. She looked at him with a small smile. "Which lucky man has managed to get you ordering their breakfast?"

"Eliza!" He flushed, taking the tray. "I'm ordering for Pat, he just arrived! Besides, if anyone  grew an interest in him, they'd have to fight Logan for him." He winked and Eliza laughed.

"Have a good time with Patton, Sir!" She called, walking away.

"Say hi to Alexander and Aaron for me!" He yelled after her. Roman shut the door, his smile dropping. He returned to the wardrobe.

"You called me Patton?" Said Anxiety, watching the food as it approached. "Why didn't you tell her that I was here?"

"Because if I told you, she'd tell my father and he'd put you in the dungeon for execution."

Anxiety dropped the sausage he had been holding onto the plate. "Are you serious? The king would kill him for it!"

Roman frowned. "My father is the king!"

"Dee doesn't have any kids. I should know, I'm his-"

Logan opened the door. "Roman, Anxiety, good to see you awake." He walked into the wardrobe, raising an eyebrow. "This wardrobe is the size of Patton's' bakery. How many clothes do you have?"

"A lot. What were you saying, Anxiety?"

"Doesn't matter."

Roman shrugged, pulling a strip of bacon from the pile and eating it. He ignored Logan muttering about 'manners' and 'etiquette'.

"All we need now is Patton and we shall, figuratively, be complete."

Anxiety shrugged. "Sounds like you'd be complete. Roman was telling this Eliza chick that if anyone took an interest in Patton, you'd fight them or something."

Logan went red, spinning around to glare at Roman who nearly choked on his bacon with laughter. "You said what?!"

"I'm not legally required to answer these questions."

"Roman!"

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YEET, YEET, I'M A SHEEP! I don't know why I did that. BTW, if you haven't checked it out yet, I've posted another Sanders Side AU, called 'Dramatastic'. It won't be updated as frequently as this, but I hope you still enjoy it!