The night began as the day had, with Roman groaning as he rolled out of bed he had grown to treasure, then putting back on his beautiful clothes for such a special occasion as the birthday of his fiancé. He put himself together and dressed well, making certain to not disappoint his father more than he already had. Well, at least not intentionally.
Roman moved his sash and crown into place, then stepped out of the room to see his fiancé standing before him in a gown that did not fit the other at all. Lo was in a large wig he must have been forced into, a full face of makeup with signs of a struggle, and an even more defined frown on his lips. He didn't even look recognizable, more like the witch Roman imagined him to be, but he couldn't help his heart aching in distress when he saw the other. Logan glared at the void and the world as he took Roman's hand in his, having good reason to do so.
"You mustn't eat near me." Logan spoke softly, like a lady was demanded to speak so.
Roman raised a brow, "and why is that?"
"From the sight of your king, I have determined that it is highly probable that you shall eat like a lion and never stop if left to your own devices." Logan glared forward, speaking as if it was a plain and true fact.
Roman rolled his eyes in ever present annoyance, "better to be a prince of the lions than a prince of the squirrels, Lo."
Logan looked at Roman carefully, examining him, "Logan is the full name I go by."
Roman nodded, "understood, Logan."
Logan's lips twitched up into a smile, then fell back to their natural resting position upon realizing he was supposed to be offended. He cleared his throat, "you will not eat near me and I shall do the same for you, my prince."
Roman laughed a bit and nudged Logan, making the smaller stiffen and glare. Roman shrank pitifully as he entered the ball room. He glanced around the room with wide eyes.
Candles and trays of food danced across the room like they were the ballerinas themselves.
Roman loosened his grip in Logan's hand as he watched, completely mesmerized by the beautiful sight. The room was enveloped in a dark and light blue glow that matched Logan's dress. He looked at the other as the dress's gems shimmered from the lights.
Logan pulled Roman down the stairs and into the ballroom. He dragged Roman to his own parents, his mother with a small gash on the side of her head that was covered with a bandage that Roman had no idea of existing earlier in the day. Perhaps she fell.
Logan glared at the gash, not his mother, as he bowed and greeted them in a formal way.
Roman bowed as well, making the king laugh, "Roman, you're a part of this family, there's no need for you to bow." He smiled so warmly.
Roman nodded and stood as straight as a man of his kind could, then tried to get Logan to stand with him. Logan did not for a moment, then moved to the side with Roman.
Logan began dancing in such a stiff way and with such a hard grip on Roman's hands, Roman worried he might lose them to the witch.
Logan was in the position to let Roman lead, but he was doing most of the work and demonstrating how to dance in his kingdom silently. Roman quickly grew familiar with the movements and moved to lead himself, smiling in a kind way that was not returned by Logan.
Roman laughed, "I suppose I'll have to show you how to dance my way when you come for my birthday."
"Hopefully," Logan glared up at Roman, speaking in such a defiant tone, Roman could have sworn the prince he saw when he entered the castle was back and just as stunning as before, then he blinked his eyes to stop thinking of his impossible fantasy of choosing to marry someone, "our parents will break off our engagement before that happens."
Roman shook his head, "all too wishful, my dear."
"I am not dear to you, my prince." Logan held a bit tighter, creating a frown on Roman's lips and a roll of his eyes.
"Yes, well, my father has quite a liking to you for you 'setting me straight'. I don't believe he will enjoy it as much when he finds out you are a man."
Logan's eyes widened a bit, "well," Logan broke eye contact, immediately looking back to Roman when he realized it, "he already knows, your father is aware that I cross-dress."
"It's not cross-dressing, though, is it?" Roman relaxed as Logan loosened his grip.
"No." Logan closed his eyes for a bit, then smiled softly, "I suppose not."
Roman hummed upon viewing such a pretty sight as the prince he met, then frowned when Logan was called over by his mother, remembering the prince that he wrote to ever since he could and was punished by doing so.
Logan scoffed and retreated from the dance, then moved swiftly to the queen.
Roman began to follow, then was stopped by a man in a black suit, half of his face covered in horrible scarring and a gleeful smirk on his lips as he took Roman's hands in his, restarting the dance that Logan had began, "I wouldn't interrupt them if I were you. That alwayss endsss terribly for him."