Roman's (pov)

I flashed a fake smile to the guests as they made their way inside the palace. Women looking me up and down and men scoffing at me. Everyone at this ball was Grandmother approved. Everyone white, straight and approving of the queen. Why I mention straight? Well I believe I may be gay. Shocker I know. But I can't see myself marrying Angeline and truly loving her. I can't do that. But I must. For the good of the kingdom!

As the music played in the giant ballroom. The chandelier glistening with its gorgeous glow falling upon the men and women dancing. Dresses flying up as women were lifted through the air. I watched from my place next to the throne, Grandmother sitting proudly in it watching over everyone. "Roman dear?" I hummed in response looking down to her. "Who's that? A friend of yours?" I look to where she was pointing my eyes widening as I saw "Logan?" I questioned allowed. He was walking around the large hall at the sides of the dance floor. People eyeing him off strangely though he barely even seemed to notice.

Surprisingly though he was walking. Actually walking. Two legs wrapped in a dark blue suit of sorts. However, he held a walking stick limping as he walked around. "Yes. Yes he is." I replied a small smile forming. "Well get rid of him. He has a limp." I nodded not truly listening as I weave my way through the crowd practically running up to him. "Logan!" He turned to me a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Your highness." He bowed jokingly. I laughed as he stood back up leaning on his cane. "How are you here?! What on earth happened?" I asked curiously. He looked around to the copious amounts of people. "I'll tell you just not here." I nodded looking back to my Grandmother who held a scowl on her face. "Agreed. Shall we?" I held out my arm which he looped with his. "We shall."

We made our way outside like a cliché fan fiction. The stars shining brightly above us as we walked down the large garden. "So how are you here? How am I taller?" I asked saying the last one jokingly. He chuckled deeply looking to me. "Well it is weird being so short. But as for how I got here. Well..."

~Flashback~
Logan's (pov)
Deceit rose from his chair collecting his cards as he went. He placed them on a table filled with various potions by the looks of things. He picked up two bottles. One with black liquid in, one with blue liquid in. He placed them down in front of us. "Spit." I looked at him confused but Virgil just spat in the bottle causing the liquid to turn purple. I spit in my bottle and it becomes a much darker shade of blue. "Now you drink." We both picked up the bottles slowly edging them to our lips as we drank the potion. Only for the world to fade to nothingness.
~Flashback~
Back to Roman's (pov)

"When I woke up I was human. Though my issue with being a centaur carried over." He raised his cane to prove his point. "But I don't think I mind being human. It certainly takes a weight off my back." I gasp loudly "Did you just make a pun?!" He immediately groans as I merely laugh. "Unintentional." He mumbled. Eventually I calm down, looking up to the stars. Still as gorgeous as always. "Not as gorgeous as you." I blushed madly looking to Logan who was smirking up at me. "I said that out loud didn't I?" He chuckled nodding. Then I realised. "Do you mean that?" This time he blushed.

We stopped in the middle of the garden, holding hands and looking to one another dreamily. For I swear I saw stars in his eyes. "I do. Your gorgeous Roman." I smiled taking a step forward, him following suit seconds later. "Well I think you look handsome in that suit. Your lips however, are my favourite." I smiled coyly as we edged our way forward. "Oh really? Perhaps yours would wish to meet mine." I placed my hand under his chin lifting him to look him in the eyes. "May I?" He nodded weakly as we finally met in the middle. A short sweet kiss of love.

Ruined by fire.