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A different kind of perfect

Roman García was everything one could imagine a prince to be. Practically raised off of Disney movies, he had come into his role as a leader in training from a young age. He eagerly attended his sword fighting lessons, and, perhaps a bit less eagerly, his classroom lessons as well. As he grew, Roman found great enjoyment in the balls his family would attend and sometimes throw. He was always happy to impress the crowd with his singing. His brother, Remus, was less enthusiastic about the idea of leadership, and instead found his talents better suited for war strategy. So it seemed everything was set for Roman to take the thrown when his time came. There was just one problem. He had no one to rule with.

It wasn't for lack of looking. Roman and his father had met countless polite and respectable young princes and princesses, but to no avail. Thomas, Roman's father, refused to marry his son off into an unhappy marriage, and so the young prince remained a bachelor. The kingdom was less than pleased with the lack of courtship in Roman's life. Roman felt bad about it, truly he did. They had all been kind, beautiful, and soft-spoken. Anyone of them could have easily passed for a fairytale protagonist. And yet, Roman felt no connection to any of them. He simply couldn't understand it. His aunt Valerie promised him his time would come eventually. He just had to remain hopeful. But Roman's hope of finding true love was being to dwindle.

And then there was him.

Thomas had received word from his good friend Joan, who was working as a palace messenger, that the king and queen of a neighboring kingdom had a young son they would like for Roman to meet. The family of four packed their suitcases and made their way to the palace of king and queen Addams. The adults exchanged polite conversation for a few moments. Roman mostly talking to Remus and only joining in on the discussion when spoken to. He was beginning to grow bored. Where was the boy he was to meet anyway? The queen eventually noticed the absence of her son and let out a small sigh. "Virgil! Come downstairs please!" There was a moment of silence and the queen turned to a near by member of staff. "Molly could you please fetch Virgil? I'm sure he's listening to that music of his again." The staff member nodded and walked up the stairs. "I apologize for that, he isn't a very social person." The queen gave a small laugh. Thomas smiled at her. "Oh that's alright, not everyone is." The Queen again laughed, this time a bit more heartily, and shook her head. "No, I'm afraid not." Roman looked between the two of them, and then to his Valerie, who was currently talking to the king about the palace stables. Who was this boy anyway? And how come he could be so unenthusiastic about the prospect of making new friends? He was already rubbing Roman the wrong way. But then, there was a noise at the top of the stairs. "Your son, Mrs." The member of staff stepped aside, and behind her was the most beautiful thing roman had ever seen.

His curly raven locks were not unkept, but rather purposefully brushed in front of his eyes. His small frame was dressed in a black suit, Embellished with silver details, and purple accents. His skin looked paler than the moon. Around the boy's neck was a pair of large black headphones. Even from a distance, Roman found him attractive. Remus let out a quiet wolf-whistle from his place beside Roman. Roman kicked him in the shin. "Ah Virgil there you are, come down here!" The queen called out. The boy descended the stairs and took his place in between his mother and father, looking rather nervous. It was then that Roman noticed he had put on  a black hoodie with purple patches over his suit. "Virgil Addams, what have I told you about wearing that thing in the presence of polite company? It doesn't even go with your formal outfit!" The boy, apparently Virgil, let out a sigh. "It's the same colors as my formal outfit." He muttered, looking at the floor. His mother frowned at him. "You're lucky your father and I let you choose that color pallet as it is. If I'd had it my way, you would have been in white and orange." Roman was pretty sure Virgil visibility shuddered at this. "But your father can be so soft." She paused for a moment, before giving him another glance over. "Put those headphones away. And your hair, brush it out of your eyes! For heaven's sake.." they continued to mutter in hushed tones. The queen fused over the boy's hair for a bit, but Virgil simply brushed it back the moment she turned away, earning a snicker from Remus. The king eventually took notice of his son now being in the room and stood. "Ah, Virgil, there you are!" The king gave his son a warm smile which Virgil returned. "Now that you're here, we can discuss the days events. As I'm sure you know, there is to be a ball tomorrow evening, which we will all be attending yes?" There was a murmur of agreement though the group, though it could be noted that Virgil looked disgruntled and mildly sick at the thought. The king nodded his approval. "Yes good, good. Well then, there will also be some time set aside for these two to get adjusted," he gestured between Roman and Virgil, "a parlor room will be set up for you two to talk over tea." The two boys looked at each other. Roman was certainly interested in finding out more about this strange and intriguing boy.

"So," Roman gestured his hand to the boy sitting across from him, "tell me about yourself." The pair of them were now situated in a siting room of the castle. Tea and an assortment of small treats lay on a table in front of them. Roman noted that Virgil hadn't touched a thing. Virgil, who had been staring at his feet since they had been sat in the room, glanced up at the prince. "O-oh you know," he sucked in a breath and sat up a bit straighter, "I enjoy walks in the palace garden and attending my lessons." Roman blinked at him. His voice sounded so robotic. It was now that he took notice of the two staff members Virgil appeared to be carefully watching. Roman let out a small sigh and nodded. It was clear that Virgil's responses had been rehearsed. "Well do you ever get anytime outside the castle?" Roman asked, arching an eyebrow. Virgil went stiff, more than before. He glanced at one of the staff members and then back to the floor. "N-no of course not. I am not allowed outside the gate." Roman was quiet for a minute. He studied the boy, smirking to himself. It was clear there was something going on with Virgil Addams, and he was determined to find out what.