warnings : suggestive content
Man, I hate this chapter

Roman paced around his room, filled with nervousness and feeling jittery in what seemed like the worst way possible. He was certain he had walked in the same pattern (said pattern being an infinity sign, Roman didn't want to admit it was an eight, because infinity signs are plenty more romantic than plain old eights) at least 40 times. 

Roman looked in the full length mirror next to his bed and studied himself once again. His hair was tied in a pretty simple up do, a braid styled in a way that it would circle his head and look like a crown. He took out two strands of hair and left them to frame his face, frowning afterwards. His outfit was quite simple : a loose white dress shirt covered by a red vest (gift from Logan) and black pants.

He was took out of his thoughts by Remus knocking rather aggressively on his door and called out to him :

"Hurry up! The assembly's starting in less than half an hour!"

Roman took a sharp intake of breath, only then realizing his hands were shaking.

There were a few seconds of silence on the other side of the door, then the door opened slightly and Remus poked his head inside. 

"What's taking you so long?" he asked, walking properly in the room.

Roman shrugged : "I'm not ready yet."

Remus raised an eyebrow, looking his brother up and down.

"What do you mean you're not ready?" he frowned. "You look better now then when you used to go on dates."

"Yes, well, there's a difference between going on a date with the baker's cousin's kid I was set up with and going to an assembly!" Roman huffed. "A big difference!"

"No, there isn't"

"Yes, there is!"

Remus did not look impressed.

Roman sighed, biting the inside of his cheek. "I just-" he sighed, not finding the words. "I want to look nice" and it definitely wasn't because there was a huge chance Virgil was coming.

Remus sighed placed his hands on Roman's shoulders : "Roman, look at me. You know I'm not the type for shitty motivational speeches, but if your prince-"

Roman was sure his face had heat up and the implications the 'your' made.

"-actually likes you for you, then he won't care what you're wearing, even you come in a garbage bag. So, leave the worries."

Roman smiled at his brother. He opened his mouth to thank him, but Remus let go of him and made his way to the door, hand hovering above the handle. With a nonchalant shrug he said cheerfully :

"He'll want to rip those clothes off you anyways!"

Roman squeaked, grabbing the thing closest to him, which so happened to be a pillow,  and threw it at a grinning Remus closing the door behind him.

"We're leaving in five minutes!" 

*

Thankfully for Roman, Remus didn't make any more inappropriate comments on the way to the town hall. It was a very pleasant change for Roman's very flustered self and if Remus continued he was sure he wouldn't be able to look Virgil in the eye.

That is, if he'll come.

Roman gulped and looked at his feet at the thought. After all, there was a big chance he couldn't come and he would've done this all for nothing.

"What's so interesting about your shoes?"

Roman turned to Remus, taken out of his thoughts. He frowned, his eyes snapping to the ground, then back to his brother.

"The snow. It looks... nice"

"Yesterday you said that you despised it and that it doesn't deserve to exist"

"You threw a massive snowball at me to wake me up."

"Unimportant" Remus shrugged, picking up the pace "Hurry up, we'll be late"

Roman rolled his eyes and pressed the coat closer to himself, but walked slightly faster, catching up with his brother : "Why are you in such a hurry anyway? Are you also meeting someone?"

Roman saw his brother smile under the scarf wrapped around his neck and chin and frowned. "You are?"

"Maybe"

Roman grinned. "Wait really? What are they like? Are they pretty?? You have to tell me!" He bounced on his toes trying to get to Remus' level (his brother was unnecessarily tall and that annoyed Roman to no end. Even though he was only older by a few minutes,he still held the title of older brother with pride)

Remus walked slightly faster, making Roman gasp in an offended manner. Walking slightly faster, he managed to catch up.

"Come on, Re! I've told you about who I like, it's only fair-"

"We're here"

Roman grumbled, as Remus almost ran inside, obviously desperate to escape his interrogation.

Roman squinted his eyes. He'd get the answers he wanted one way or another.

*

Logan frowned as he watched Patton and Virgil outside the library window.  Virgil was dressed rather simply, in an outfit that more resembled the middle class rather than royalty.

Patton seemed to be instructing him on something or giving him instructions and Virgil either shrugged or nodded, pulling the cloak closer to his body.

After a minute or so, they hugged and Virgil pulled his cloak up and left, while Patton watched him leave, with a soft smile on his face.

Logan quickly left the window, pulling the curtains back as they were  and grabbed the book he had stopped reading when he saw that.

As he had predicted, Patton opened the library door carefully, stepping inside. He still seemed really happy so Logan guessed something important had happened with Virgil.

"Hi Logan! Whatcha doing?" He greeted, sitting down beside Logan on the couch, plastered to his shoulder side and looking over his shoulder.

"I'm reading."

Patton seemed to be content with that answer, as he decided to look at the fireplace, the wood making soft cracking sounds.

He placed his head on Logan's shoulder and a jolt ran through his body, thoughts screaming in his head and his shoulder burning in the best way possible.

So, Logan simply ignored it, gulping and trying to get back to the book on his lap.

After a few dozen of seconds, Logan sighed, and closed the book. Patton was his friend and it would be selfish of him if refused to let Patton lean on him.

But, what if he pretended, just pretended, only for a moment? That couldn't hurt, right?

Logan frowned at his own thought.

No, he had made a deal with himself years before to never let this happen again and one thing he isn't, is a liar.

"Are you feeling okay?" Patton asked. "What's on your mind?"

Logan racked his brain for an answer.

"I saw Virgil leave the castle."

"Oh. Well, it's nothing to worry about, he's meeting someone and I trust them both. Well, I trust Virgil, but if he trusts him, then so do I."

Logan frowned : "What do you mean? Where is the going?"

Patton seemed to hesitate for a few seconds : "The town hall. So I know where to find him if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm more worried about the person he's meeting. Has he told you who he is?"

"Kinda. Virge let the name slip out and he works here, so it wasn't hard to figure it out."

"Oh."

Logan looked down at Patton's lap, where his hands were intertwined and he tried brushing of the impulse to replace his hand with Patton's.

The truth was he ached to feel Patton's hand in his own again.

But for now, Logan could be content with leaning his head on top of Patton's and his heart squeezing at the soft sigh that passed his lips.

Logan watched the fire crack and listened to Patton breathing and decided he could pretend for a few seconds.