Heyo, I guess you guys really like the idea of rewriting an old story. If you’ve never heard/read this story, it’s basically an old one-shot that ended being a mini-series nestled in casually from my first Roman One-shots book.

TW: Bulimia, throwing up, purging(?), kidnapping, (is crying a trigger?), horrible self image(?? Body hatred???), breaking into homes, anorexia mention, anorexia

Roman stared at himself in the mirror. He was not the mage of what a prince, let alone a king, would look like.
He was fat and ugly. His weird grey-brown-green eyes stuck out against his sickly pale skin. His white hair did not make him look wise but old and useless.
He couldn't look at himself anymore. He couldn’t deal with the fat.
Roman stumbled to the toilet of his en-suite and forced himself to purge whatever little food he’d eaten from that dinner. He doubted anyone would come check on him, so he left a few tears slid down his face. What was a river, turned into a waterfall, as tears flowed freely as he cried, curling up next to the toilet, eyesight blurred from his tears.
He distinctly saw a figure approach him, clad in black.
“...Remus?” Roman whimpered, confused, until the figure came closer and he realised it wasn’t someone he knew. The person seemed to worsen his panic at seeing a stranger that somehow made its way into his room.
He started to scream with his hoarse voice, before it was quickly muffled with a cloth, and slowly he began slipping into unconsciousness. 
The world faded to black and the last thing he felt was the rush of wind in his face and the arms that hooked around him.
Virgil hadn’t really thought of what to expect when he was going to kidnap and ransom the crown prince of the Aetheral kingdom.
Maybe a strong and tense prince ready for battle at any second.
Maybe a spoiled and bratty prince who yelled at his servants.
Perhaps someone who was following in the poisonous roots of his father.
He didn’t expect a sobbing one, hunched next to the toilet and a bathroom smelling of vomit.
He didn’t expect an alarmingly thin one either.
He had panicked internally when the prince had noticed him but tried to maintain a calm stance, approaching slowly.
The prince had started to scream as Virgil’s anxious aura grew stronger, so he quickly smothered his nose and mouth with the cloth.
The prince seemed too weak and vulnerable to fight back and he went limp with sleep and unconsciousness.
Virgil picked up the crown prince fairly easily, which was a red flag, but nevertheless he spread his inky-black wings and flew into the enchanted woods to meet the others.
Remy and Emile stood outside the outskirts of the village. Virgil flew down and carefully placed down the prince. Emile’s sharp and pointy elf ears twitched slightly in concern as he nervously adjusted his glasses.
“He’s a bit scrawny.” Commented Remy, looking the prince over.
“Unhealthily scrawny.” Emile added, pushing the fluffy hair away from the pale-faced prince’s eyes. He winced slightly, and Virgil remembered that Emile could tell what medical conditions the person was going through by touching someone.
“What is it, gurl?” Remy asked, noticing the wince.
“Uh, he’s a lot more traumatised than I would think he would be as a prince.”
“Spit it out, what does he have.” Virgil said, crossing his arms, before quickly uncrossing them to stop the soon-to-be king from toppling over.
“Bulimia, possibly depression but I can’t tell at this time, I’m not focused enough and a side of probable anorexia.”
Remy snorted, still full of humour. “Sounds like something you’d order at a restaurant. Hello? Can I have paranoia and a side of insomnia please? Yes thank you.”
Virgil couldn’t help but laugh a little, a bit out of nervousness and a bit out of genuine humour. Footsteps crunched on the ground behind them and they froze.
A guard.
Remy whipped off his sunglasses, and both Emile and Virgil diverted their eyes.
“You can look now.” Remy said, his sunglasses back on the enemy in front of them frozen in a stone prison.
Virgil shifted away a little bit from Remy subconsciously, who noticed and gave a bark of laughter.
“Gurl, I won’t do it to you, calm down. I don’t turn people to stone who are my friends.”
Emile nodded in agreement. Virgil sighed and took a deep breath. He was fine. He was safe.
He picked up the scrawny prince once more, throwing him over his shoulder this time. 
Time to put the plan into action