Fantasizing a war - A Sanders Sides Trilogy

Yes

Remus rolled over with a soft snore, feeling the empty place where his husband would've been. Deceit still hadn't gotten back but Remus wasn't too worried. He was probably staying over that night because he wasn't bothered to ride back. Or he had killed Roman and was now in the dungeons. You could never know.

The sun began to rise through the window and Remus groaned loudly, pulling the covers over his head.

"Stupid sunlight..." He grumbled, rolling onto his back to pout at the ceiling. Sitting up reluctantly, he threw himself onto the ground with a loud crash. This was how he always woke up and he slowly pulled himself along the ground until he finally stood up.

Remus dressed surprisingly quickly and wandered out of his room until to wake straight into someone.

"Dee!" He gasped. "You're back!"

Deceit gave him a half-smile. "Yep, I'm back..."

"Did you say yes? Virgil will kill you if you didn't," Remus frowned, picking up on his husbands' odd behaviour.

"O-Of course I did, why wouldn't I?"

Remus shrugged. "I dunno, Dee. You seemed really pissed with Roman when you found out he popped the question."

Deceit stiffened, averting his gaze thoughtfully. "Don't remind me..." He muttered.

Laying his head comfortingly on Deceit's' shoulder, Remus sighed softly. "It'll be fine, Dee. Virgil isn't a kid anymore, he knows what he's doing, marrying Roman. Besides, if that bitch tries anything we can just kill him brutally!"

"Yep. Brutally kill him," Deceit agreed with a forced chuckle.

Remus frowned, tilting his husband's' face to stare him dead in the eyes. "Are you good?"

"Uh, just tired."

"Well, you must be if you're admitting it!" Laughed Remus. "You hate admitting when you're sleepy. Go to bed, babe, get some sleep!"

Deceit nodded slowly, walking inside the bedroom and Remus stared after him fondly. The moment the bedroom door was shut, the Duke skipped down the corridors, whistling to himself.

Many people would find life in the Dark Castle lonely. The only people there are the royal family and the imps. Anyone else you see is a guard or a knight and they weren't much fun. Remus didn't care much, he was never one for much company. All he needed was his family and he had them with him. What else could he want?

Remus whistled to himself, wandering the corridors until he reached a certain door.

"Virgil," He trilled, knocking on it loudly. A reluctant groan was heard from inside and Remus grinned, pushing it open. His brother-in-law rolled over in his bed and pouted up at him. "Dee's back!"

That made him shoot up out of bed. "He is? He said yes, right?"

"Of course, he did! He's your brother, he couldn't say no if he tried." Beaming, Remus sat down on the princes' bed heavily, braiding his legs together. "Not when it's this important to you- Virgil?"

Virgil was on his feet, pulling a shirt on and dressing swiftly into trousers. "Open the window! I'm going to see Roman!"

Remus giggled and opened the window. He was the best brother-in-law ever. Virgil crawled onto the window ledge, leaning out. "Don't tell Dee!" He grinned and then he fell out of the window. Remus watched as Virgil loosened and hit the ground, rolling quickly onto the side and sitting up. He shot the Duke a thumbs-up and darted to his feet.