Roman couldn't move. Yes, he knew about the existence of the Dragon Witches, of course he did, he was the prince for cryin out loud! But he also knew they were extinct! Or at least that's what everyone told him!

He stared at the guy, completely petrified by fear remembering the gruesome legends he was told about his kind, as the glowing died down and his eyes went back to normal.

Virgil could see out of the corner of his eyes Nyx smirking and chuckling to herself, but when he noticed how scared the princely guy actually was, his eyes turned worried.

"Nyx stop laughing, I think we broke him." He said through the link, making the creature roll her eyes.

"Oh come on, it was hilarious! He's just a little scared!" The dragon laughed again, stopping only when she noticed Virgil's glare.

They looked at each other for a second, before Nyx huffed in annoyance, once again rolling her snakelike eyes.

"Fine. I'll turn around and lay down, you do your thing and calm him down before he has a panic attack."

After she did as she said, Virgil adverted his eyes back to the guy, who was once again trying to slowly scoot away towards the sword he dropped after seeing him glow.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his mind focused on Roman as he mumbled a small spell under his breath. Immediately a soft blue hue started to shine dully around him, leaving his body in small concentric circles.

Roman froze, feeling his whole body relax as soon as the light circles hit him; his eyes were wide and his skin still pale, but somehow he looked... calmer. He felt calmer.

"W-what have you done?" He whispered when the light died down.

Virgil smirked, opening his eyes to look at him.

"It was a calming spell." His smile vanished when he saw the prince was still terrified and ready to run. He sighed, ignoring the small spark of sadness in his chest.

"Okay, listen: I know you're terrified, andò considering the fact that you're the first human i came in contact with in decades, my social skills aren't the best, but here's the thing: you either let us help you, or you'll die."

He knew he was being harsh but he couldn't think of any other way to make him understand.

"You'll- you'll kill me?!" Roman freaked out making Virgil facepalm and sigh heavily.

"Woah, he's dumb as shit."

"Shut up Nyx, he's just panicked and you know it."

"I do, but he insulted me, so I'll give back the same treatment."

The Dragon-Witch shook his head at the pettiness his dragon was showing, cutting off the mind link and going back to the royal guy in front of him, who was still looking at him terrified.

"No, we won't kill you. On the other hand if you don't let us help you the wound on your side probably will."

Only then the prince seemed to remember the pain in his torso, his hand going to touch it gently, wincing in pain at the slightest pressure.

His face paled again when he saw all the blood on his hand, his lips quivering and his body shaking. He didn't want to die.

Slowly, Virgil kneeled infront of the royal, looking into his eyes.

"Hurry up moron" grumbled Nyx, making the darkly dressed guy shoot a glare her way.

"Shut up, I know what I'm doing." He lied, turning back towards the prince.

Making sure his movement were slow and well visible, Virgil took out a small obsidian knife, making Roman gasped and jump backwards slightly, wincing in pain afterwards, his eyes filling with tears.

With all the ways he thought he would die, that was certainly not one. Who would have thought the mighty, seemingly fearless prince would die killed by something that should have been extinct?

He squeezed his eyes shut, tensing up and waiting for the guy to strike.

But, to his surprise, he never did.

Hesitantly he opened his eyes, shooting a questioning look to Virgil who was handing him the knife.

The Dragon-Witch offered him a small, nervous smile.

"This knife is made out of obsidian, the only thing that can wound me without me instantly healing." He said, his voice low and gentle, calming almost, stopping to see if the prince understood where he was going with it.

"And why are you giving it to me?" He asked, browns forrowed in confusion.

Nyx, who had been listening in to their conversation, jumped up hearing those words, turning her long neck to hiss at Virgil, making Roman quiver back in fear, wide eyed.

"What the hell are you thinking?!"

"I know what I'm doing." Virgil hissed back angrily, his eyes still fixed on the prince reassuringly, but the creature didn't listen to him.

"Are you stupid? He could kill you and, just so you remember, I would die too! What-"

"He's fucking scared!" He growled angrily, sharply turning around to glare ay his companion. "He needs something to reassure him that he will be safe! Plus my gut is telling me he won't do anything."

"Well tell your gut to shut up and re-evaluate its life choices because I sure as hell have no intention of dying for its bad ones!" Nyx hissed back vehemently.

Virgil's eyes flowed faintly.

"I'm still your master and you will do as I say, whether you like it or not." He barked through the mind link, making the dragon bow her head slightly as she laid back down, grumbling.

The Dragon-Witch slowly turned back around towards the prince, his small smile returning.

"I'm giving this to you so that if you ever feel like you're in danger, you can..." he started finally answering his question, stopping a second on this word and sighing heavily, his lips in a thin line. "You can stab me and run."

Roman started at Virgil, wide eyed, as the guy handed him the knife encouraging him to take it. Was this guy he just met really offering him the only thing that could kill him just so that he could help him?

"So? What are you waiting for? Take it."

With shaky hands, the prince took the blade, his eyes not leaving Virgil's as the guy gently helped him to take off his expensive clothing, exposing the wound and making him wince slightly.

The Dragon-Witch took a sharp intake of breath seeing the large and deep cut on the prince toned torso; it went all the way from his left hip to his chest, blood was still coming out of the irregular edges, staining his skin in red.

Virgil swallowed the nausea at the sight and gently pushed Roman so he was laying down.

"I'm gonna have to call here Nyx, the wound is too large to heal with just my energy, is that okay?" He asked in a soft, almost whispered voice, as he watched Roman tense up and hold the knife a little tighter.

As soon as he nodded, Virgil called Nyx's name out loud, telling her to be gentle and to not mess with the wounded guy through the mind link, making the dragon roll her eyes.

She slowly turned around, laying back down so that her head was placed right next to Virgil.

He gently placed a hand on her head, the other one slightly over the prince's wound, not quite touching the broken skin.

The Dragon-Witch took a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to ignore Roman's penetrating stare, concentrating only on the image of the wound healing.

The Prince's lips parted slightly, his eyes widening as he watched a soft hue of purple light wrap around Virgil and slowly making its way from his chest to his shoulder, then to his arm and, finally, his hand.

Roman could see and feel the light seeping into his skin. He watched as the edges of the wound slowly went back together, healing.

After a few minutes he moved his eyes from the now healing wound to Virgil, observing his features. His brows were forrowed in concentration, his lips pressed together in a thin line, the veins in his neck clearly strained from the effort as small drops of sweat started to cover his forehead.

Feeling eyes on him the prince lowered his gaze meeting the dragon's snake-like eyes and holding back a flinch. They stared in each other's eyes for a few seconds, before the creature did something Roman would have never expected: "Did...did this dragon just winked at me? And why the hell is it-she smirking?"

I really hope you like it guys! This is going to be a short story so it won't take that many chapters, or at least that's what I'm hoping!

Let me know what you think!

Bye,

Ali c: