DISCONTINUED // forever ever ever // intrulogical

prologue

The bell tower had just finished signaling to the town that it was now 7:30 in the evening. Roman, his mother, and his father were all sitting around the table. Oddly enough they were anxiously awaiting Remus's obscene exclamations, but they never came.

They waited half an hour before they realized the obnoxious boy was not coming to the table and started to eat. Though, tonight was unusual as Remus was not there to start one of their, well, usual deep talks about God or perhaps why things work.

King Maurice and Queen Lorelei were both immensely intelligent and wanted their sons to be as well, so they taught them many a thing about how to read, write, and of the stars, the planets, and most of all, the Earth. The boys knew many things, many different things, but together they knew all you would need to know.

"Roman, darling," Lorelei started, placing her silverware down and looking up at her son. "do you know anything of your brother's whereabouts?" She sounded deeply concerned. No matter how disturbing or honestly repulsive Remus was, he was her son, and she cared for him.

Roman, across the table from his mother and father, put his silverware down as well. He was slightly relieved for the start in conversation but it was worrying that this was the thing that had started conversation. He sighed softly and shook his head grimly.

"I haven't. I didn't bother to check his room this morning since he is always up hours before me though, in hindsight it seems as though that would've been helpful." Just then, someone entered the room. That someone was the head knight Sir Percy. He bowed to the royal family, effectively getting all of their attention.

"Ah. Sir Percy." King Maurice said, standing. "What is it? Do you know anything of where Remus is?"

"Hello, My Lord. And, no. I do not know where Prince Remus is. We have searched for him but he is no where to be found..."

They were all looking in the wrong places. Places wouldn't be the correct word, would it? No. The right word would be times...

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Remus opened his eyes. He was laying in the forest but...it didn't smell like the forest. And the tree he had been leaning was much larger. Much much larger.

Where was he? Had he teleported? Had God come down and taken him elsewhere, to explore more land, to spread the word of his holy na- Oh who was Remus kidding? That bullshit was all fake as far as he was concerned. It was about as real as the tales that children told about the monsters in the woods.

Remus snorted and stood up, only to come tumbling back down from surprise when he was hit in the head with a hard but soft object. He looked down at the spherical thing before him, picking it up. It had a rough texture and was easy to squeeze.

And so he squeezed it. And it slipped out of his hands and went flying off elsewhere.

"Don't worry, Patton. I'll get his ball. You just keep him occupied." Said an unfamiliar voice. Ball. He said ball right? Is that what the hard yet soft, rough, and easily squeezable round object he had been hit in the head with was?

"Ball.." Remus murmured, testing out the word. "Ball." He said firmly, nodding.

"Oh..hello there." A voice said, catching Remus's attention. His head snapped up and he stared at the holder of this voice.

He was a short man. Maybe around five feet and four inches. He had gorgeous black hair that he had swept back with what appeared to be hardened water. On the sides of his head, his hair was incredibly short. Somehow, all of it was the same length.

But by far the most stunning part about this short, black haired man, was his dark blue-gray eyes.

Remus scrambled to his feet. This man was likely a nobleman or a prince, possibly even a king. He bowed deeply, showing his respect for him.

"Hello, there fine sir! I am Prince Remus Darwin Grove of Argoyle. What might your name be?" Remus stood back up to look the man in the eyes again. The prince stood at an impressive six feet and two and one half inches. He liked to include the one half inches bit because Roman was only six feet and two inches.

"I-I'm Logan Oliver Grant...from Florida. Pleased to mean you...Remus Darwin Grove." Remus liked this man. He was hot. Really hot. And he had an extremely soothing voice. And his eyes? Well his eyes just took the cake.

"Oh but the pleasure is all mine, Logan Oliver Grant~" Remus said. He took Logan's hand and bowed again, kissing the skin on the back of his hand gently.

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