TRIGGER WARNING: fire, death, harshness, hints at possible abuse. Lemme know <3

Based on BBC's Merlin, which is an amazing show, btw!

Logince

Roman was only a young prince when he met Logan. He didn't know the boy was of magical decent, else he would've stayed away. Magic was banned in his father's kingdom, not that he minded normally. Magic scared him, especially after he watched it kill his mother the year before.

Logan was born into a clan of druids, or magic using people. The only problem was that the kingdom they were in, Astyia, was anti-magic. He had to learn to hide at a young age, to make sure he didn't accidentally slip up and use his magic. The only problem was that his best friend, Prince Roman, was, well....the prince of the kingdom. He hated having to hide from him, it was horrible.

Even at the age of five, Logan tried pulling away. At the age of ten, he was still friends with the prince. It was horrible, having to hide. He was seen as helpless, unable to use his magic, and too small and frail to fight.

"Logan!" Roman yelled, walking into his friend's house. It had been sixteen years since they met, both being adults now. Roman had a blue rose, he'd been trying to get his friend to be his for a while now. Everything he could do, he did it. He had loved Logan for years. He knew he always would. "My love!"

Logan sighed as he stepped into the front room of his small house. "Prince Roman," he stated. "One, I'm not your love. Two, aren't you supposed to be with the guards today? Hunting?" He had a glass in his hand, having been doing up the previous night's dishes.

Roman scoffed, holding out the rose and kneeling. "Will you go to the ball with me in a month?" he asked, looking up at Logan. "Please? Father is attempting to make me go with the princess from Flyra, but you know me, Logan..." He had a small blush.

This was a daily thing. Roman would show up, offer a gift, and Logan would reject him. Like he did now. "No, Roman," Logan sighed, trying to act annoyed. He ran a hand down his face, but it was mostly to hide the blush on his face.

Logan had loved Roman as long as the other had loved him. They had been friends for sixteen years, it was hard not to fall for the fun loving, handsome, sweet, romantic prince. But it was way too dangerous. Magic was still outlawed, and Logan knew he'd be killed if anyone ever found out. He couldn't risk this with Roman. He knew the prince hated magic, it had killed his mother many years ago.

"Why not?" Roman asked, standing up. He had a slight look of hurt in his eyes, but it was nothing Logan hadn't seen before. That didn't stop the pang of hurt in his chest though. "I've been trying for...what? Three years now?" he continued. "Don't act like you don't blush when I ask, like you don't love me like I do you. Logan, you know you can't lie to me..."

I have been for years, Logan thought, biting his lip. "Roman, no. You do not know what you're getting into here, ok? Just...go on your hunt, I'll think about it ok? Please..."

Roman was visibly relieved, smiling. "Ok, Logan, my love," he chuckled. He walked over, hugging his friend, who instantly hugged back. "I'll be back in two days ok? I promise."

Logan smiled as he pulled away. "Stay safe, you dollophead," he chuckled. "Don't be too immature with the guards either." He gently pushed the prince from his house, sighing softly. He smiled at the rose Roman had given him on his way out.

"Serva," he whispered, eyes glowing a dark blue color. Now, the rose wouldn't die. He had a big collection in his bedroom, one rose from each day Roman had tried getting with him. He sighed as he walked back out, finishing up the dishes.

The night Roman was supposed to be back, the alarm bells sounded. Logan ran out from his house, hair a mess and clothes hastily thrown on. It was early morning, and many people were in the streets. He looked around, seeing the guards walking towards his own house and forcing themselves inside. "Wait, hang on!"

The lead guard, Eoin, pushed him out. "Logan, we've been ordered to search your house," he said gently. Eoin knew the boy due to Prince Roman, and didn't want to believe what he had been told. "Someone gave an anonymous tip that you were using magic. It's standard procedure."

Logan's eyes went wide. He held himself, staying back. A guard brought out his spell book, the one he'd fallen asleep on a few hours ago. He felt numb, not even fighting as they grabbed him, taking him to the cells. He was thrown into one, praying Roman would vouch for him. That was his only hope now.

At around noon that day, Prince Roman was on the balcony overlooking the fire pit. There had been a hasty execution scheduled that day, a warlock. Magic...he knew why his father hated it but he couldn't help but think how what he was doing was wrong. Most of the people his father executed for magic had never hurt anyone. He doubted this one did either. He wanted this to be over with, he didn't want to see this.

Roman finally looked up as the prisoner was brought out, getting tied to the fire pit. Unlike others, this one wasn't fighting. He watched as the sack was taken off of their head, showing the person's face. "LOGAN!"

The young man looked up at the prince, eyes pleading. Logan was tied up to the pit, not even trying to get free.

"Any last words?" the King asked, looking down in disgust at the boy in the pit.

Logan swallowed, mouth dry. "M-Magic isn't inherently bad," he started. "I was born with it. I've done nothing wrong!" he yelled. "I never hurt anyone! I have had to hide my whole life because one sorceress hurt you! We're not all bad!"

The King looked unconvinced. "Alright, that's all," he said darkly. "Roman, go down and light it up." The King knew this was his son's friend. He didn't care. A sorcerer is a sorcerer.

Roman looked speechless. "F-Father, please, I beg you to reconsider!" he argued, stunning everyone, even Logan. "Please-"

"I said what I said!" his father screamed, getting in Roman's face. "Do it, Roman. Now."

The prince bit his lip. He walked down, silent. He could never disobey his father. Roman wasn't even angry that Logan never told him. He understood. He grabbed the torch, tears in his eyes. "Logan..." he whispered, getting close.

Logan shook his head. "N-No, Roman....I know. You have to do th-this or else he'll hurt you," he said softly, eyes wet with tears that he tried, and failed, to force back. "Just...please know...I-I love you, Roman. This is why I never told you..."

Roman felt his heart shatter. He wanted to pull back and yell at his father, tell him no. "I love you so much, Logan," he whispered, his own eyes spilling tears. He turned around, looking up at his father. "I refuse to do this," he stated firmly.

The King's eyes hardened. "Guards," he said. Eoin and another guard grabbed Roman, and they tied him to the other side of the fire pit. "I will not have my son be a traitor."

Logan looked back as much as he could at Roman. "Roman, apologise!" he begged, not wanting his love to suffer the same fate he was inevitably going to. "Please, Roman!"

The prince shook his head. "No, Logan. He can deal with this. I refuse to kill the one I love," he said softly. As the guards put the torch on the brambles of the pit, Roman met his father's gaze. "I love you, Logan," he whispered as his father watched the two burn.

"I love you too, Roman..."