The Last Of the Dragon Witches (Prinxiety)

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It took almost an hour for the princely guy to wake up, giving time to Virgil to find some berries for breakfast and to interrogate Nyx on how he handed up in the prince's lap, which she didn't help with at all but just kept teasing him about red he was when he woke up.

Virgil had just come back with everything when the guy finally sat up, stretching and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Good morning Princey. Slept well?" The Dragon-Witch said, watching the guy yawning.

Roman nodded muttering out a sleepy "'morning" before shivering as a gush of cold breeze blew on his skin, making him realize only then that he was still shirtless.

He blushed bright red, starting to look around for his clothes, making Virgil chuckle and toss them to him; he stopped for a second before putting them on, his fingers going to trace the scar on his torso gently.

"Thank you again for, you know, healing me." He said feebly before quickly getting dressed.

The darkly dressed guy just smiled and nodded, handing him some berries and sitting down in front of him with his legs crossed and his back against his dragon's warm side.

"So, does the wounded prince have a name or...?" He asked teasingly but with an actual glint of curiosity in his eyes. Even Nyx, who was pretending not to care about anything turned an ear their way, making Virgil gently push back on her jokingly.

"What? I can be curios too and still don't care about Manly Screech over there."

Dragon-Witch furrowed his brows in confusion hearing the nickname, but decided to let it slide and focus on the slightly blushing prince in front of him.

"Oh, uhm, sure I'm Roman." He stuttered out scratching his neck awkwardly.

It only took him a few seconds to his confidence though. "And may I know the name of my magical savior?"

The guy blushed slightly when, hearing what the prince said, Nyx shoved him jokingly, completely ignoring his glare.

"Virgil." He muttered quickly.

There was just silence for a few seconds as they just ate and looked around.

"So, Virgil... when did you find out about being a Dragon-Witch?" Roman asked slightly tilting his head.

He was still tense around the big creature quietly laying behind the guy, but he at the moment he was way too intrigued to care about her.

Virgil shuffled uncomfortably; he was not used to talk to people, let alone to talk about himself, but for some reason that he did not understand he was more nervous about what the guy would think of him than actually having to talk.

His eyes wandered off, looking anywhere but at the prince in front of him, as he started fidgeting with his fingers.

"I guess I always knew? I don't know I don't really remember the first few years of my life." He shrugged, shooting Roman a glance, only to se a question clear in his eyes.

He sighed before explaining.

"When I was around 4 years old a war started near where me and my family lived. People where going around looking for Dragon-Witches and killed them, convinced they were malicious entity. In reality we never hurt a fly, but they didn't care about that. They killed everyone. I was hiding in the stable behind my house as instructed by my mom when they set it on fire. I tried to escape but tripped and hit my head on the ground hard enough to cause a permanent amnesia. I survived only thanks to Nyx over here," he petted her scaly skin fondly and smiled as he heard her purr like a cat, "and she is also the only reason why I know what happened. When I woke up I made Nyx take me back to my house, but everyone was already dead. I lived in the woods ever since, hiding from everyone."

When he finished he looked up at Roman. The princely guy didn't know what to say. He pushed back the tears he felt starting to pool in his eyes at the thought of a small 4 year old Virgil going back to his house and finding his whole family just dead, having to live all alone.

"I-I'm sorry." He whispered, lowering his eyes. He didn't know what else to say.

Virgil shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"It was a long time ago."

"How old are you now?" Roman asked, pushing the thought of what Virgil told him in the back of his mind not wanting to think about it.

"28. How about you?" This time it was the darkly dressed guy who tilted his head in curiosity. He didn't know why but he felt the urge to get to know the guy.

"27" The prince answered, making the Dragon-Witch smirk.

"Aw, you're a youngling." He chuckled, making Roman blush slightly.

"Shut up I'm only a year younger!"

Virgil bursted out laughing seeing the guy's frustration and he felt something slowly stir inside him. He had to admit he did find the guy very attractive, but that didn't explain what he was feeling; not even he knew how to explain it. It was his heart warmed up whenever he looked in roman's direction and the prince's smile made all the colors around them look just that tiny bit brighter.

He shook his head, trying to shake away the feeling.

"So," he broke the silence that had spread between them, "Now you know my whole tragic back story and I only know your name and your age. What's your story Prince Charming?"

Roman blushed at the nickname, sending a quick look towards Virgil. Why was he making him feel this way?

He sighed. "There's not much of a story to tell here. I'm the prince of a near by kingdom, always lived there, rarely even left the palace if not for training or occasional educational trips; to be honest the only exiting thing that happened to me was yesterday, when some of our patrolling guards saw a group of suspicious looking people wondering in the forest. We went to check it out and got caught in an ambush and then we met."

He lowered his eyes once again, a bit embarrassed about how boring his life must sound. Yes, he was the prince but that did not mean he had an exiting life. The exact opposite actually, all the strictness and the rules, 'do this', 'don't do that', 'sit up straight, a prince does not slouch'.

Virgil only nodded, a small smile on his lips, before his eyes shined with a new thought that made him sit up straight.

"What happened yesterday after I passed out? Do you still have the knife I gave you?"

Roman looked confused for a second before his eyes filled with realization.

"Oh, I tried to help you but forgot I was still holding the knife and almost had my hand snap off by the lizar- Nyx." he corrected quickly hearing her growl.

"I hate him" She grumbled through the mind link, making Virgil scoff and roman throw him a confused look.

"So I threw the knife in that bush over there and came to help." He continued deciding to ignore his confusion and pointing towards a tall and dense bush.

"Well, thank you for helping me." Virgil smiled as he slowly got up to retrieve the weapon.

He bent down, moving the leaves away with his hands, and carefully looked everywhere, but to no avail. The knife was gone.

He took a deep breath, trying not to panic, and was about to look around more carefully when something sharp and cold was put under his chin. He felt the blade being pushed harder against his skin forcing him to look up towards whoever was holding it.

"Were you looking for this?"

Here's the new  chapter! Hope you guys like it, let me know what you think is going to happen!

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This story is going to be updated every Sunday so see you then!

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Ali c:

PS Woah this is actually the first time I update at a decent time and not in the middle of the night :o good job me.