I know this isn't original- but I'm boring so, oh well.

Background
Roman is a prince who is never let out of the palace grounds and when he turns eighteen his family through a ball to find him a partner. Meanwhile Virgil is a peasant- barely getting by but when they meet, sparks fly. (it rhymes)

Genre: whatever you want it to be boo I don't know

Warnings; Remus, possible swearing? I don't know, I haven't written it yet

Inspiration: Disney, and a little bit of Hamilton also The Grimm's
Cinderella, cause you best believe I'm cutting a bitches toe off by the end of part two

Look at that, swearing is a warning!
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Roman's P.O.V.

I am beyond angry, my mother never lets me outside -but now they want me to marry some girl?! Not that their permission has ever stopped me, but it's ridiculous! They have no right to do this: they know I'm not interested in women! I am the future king too, I have the right to go outside whenever I want and marry whoever I love!

That's the last straw! I'm leaving this place, I cannot stand to be with my family at the moment.

I burst through the front doors and into the garden, which is the only place I'm able to go outside for some unknown reason.

I've always been impressed by the many rows of colourful flowers and vegetation that grow here but at the moment I cannot focus on anything other then the salty tears running down my face and the way my hands are shaking violently.

Suddenly, there are footsteps that I know do not belong to me approaching from behind getting faster. Faster. Faster.

Until finally I can sense someone is behind me.

I know it's a guard

The thought of facing my mother terrifies me- I know I should be angry, I know I deserve to be angry at that witch and that I should hate her for forcing me into marriage and the way she treats my brother is unacceptable but I... can't?

She's my mother and I love her. No matter how many times she hurts me or makes me cry myself to sleep she's still the woman who raised me and I can't hate her no matter how much I want to because ..I'm not that strong.
I will never be that strong.

My knees buckle beneath me and now I'm crawling on the floor trying to find the power to stand.

I pull myself together enough to stand. I look around desperately but I don't find anyone around me,
Am I crazy? Did I finally lose my mind like my brother

I glance down again and see footprints leading away from me. The guard must have pitied me, am I really that pathetic?

No time to wallow in more self pity, if another guard finds me here I know they won't be as sympathetic.

I search desperately for an escape.

The courtyard's high walls taunt me, it's like they know that they're are the only thing blocking me from freedom.
 
There is a large tree in the corner of my eye: if I climb it I may just be tall enough to drop down over the other side of the wall.
It's dangerous and probably very stupid but that's a risk I'm willing to take.

The oak tree has many low branches so I climb it with ease ( well maybe I scraped my arm a little). At the top I can see over the wall. It's beautiful- no it's more than beautiful - it's breathtaking. There are acres of verdant trees and a beautiful lake that looks like it's sculptured of glass and could shatter at any moment and there's a village not to far away. Suddenly it's becoming very hard just to look. I have to experience these things for myself. I have to jump.

So I do.

A few memories come to mind whilst I fall;my brother crying whilst my mother scolds me for my mistakes and make me feel small, helpless; my father visiting, wide smile plastered on his face when he sees me and Remus; finally I see that ghastly witch warning me never to go outside.

Then everything went black.
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My eyes flutter open slowly: however, the rest of my body burns as if lit with a match.

I'm in a purple room, surrounded by medical instruments and on top of me is quite possibly the cutest boy I've ever seen.

"H-hi?"  My throat is sore and the mystery boy looks shocked, his eyes met mine for moment (mainly because his messy hair fell in his eyes) and the burning sensation was back but this time it wasn't pain.  The boy started to speak.

"Oh uhhh hey?I'm not telling you my name because you could be a murderer butttt...you're in my house since you decided to fall off a wall and injure yourself- yay."

I do not appreciate a sarcastic yay but something about this mystery in front of me was endearing and-

"Wait how long was I unconscious?"

"About half a day, my dad was the one who found you though so I can't be sure,"

"Well then, I'm Prince Roman and you are?"
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CLIFFHANGER

I know I haven't updated in a while but I have a good reason- I didn't want too.

Anyway,
Stay beautiful,
Hydrated,
Healthy
And optimistic!

Cya~💕