"A king is nothing without those whom he serves, and I serve you, my prince." A young Roman sat watching the TV, trying to scoot closer, completely enthralled with the cartoon.

"Ro, you shouldn't sit so close." His older brother had brought in a bowl of snacks, pulling Roman back towards the couch.

"No! I have to see what's next!"

"You've seen this movie about 26 times, you know what happens next."

"But Looogannnn!" He whined, earning a pillow being thrown at him by Remus.

"It needs more blood!" Remus jumped off the couch, almost landing on Roman but Logan caught him in his arms, falling backward onto the couch.

"No bloody movie!"

"You aren't my dad!"

"No! I am your king!" Logan pulled up Remus' shirt, blowing a raspberry on his stomach while tickling him, causing the young boy to squirm and giggle.

"Then I'm the prince!" Roman said, crawling over to jump on top of Logan. "And... and a..." He was struggling to remember the exact words. "A King is... is nothing without those he serves, like me!"

Logan laughed, grabbing his other brother and snuggling both of them, pinning them to the couch so they couldn't escape. "You can be the prince and Remus can be the duke."

"Awe, I don't want to be the duke, he doesn't have power."

"But a duke controls the armies, which means you get to organize the wars."

Remus' eyes lit up. "Yes! FEAR ME!" He squirmed out of Logan's arms and Roman watched as his brother went to get their toy swords, excitement shining in both of their eyes. The two fought over what movie to watch, but it devolved into nonsense as Logan got between them and was stabbed by Remus.

"Oh no, I have died." He fell backward dramatically, Roman and Remus jumping on him. He sat there pretending to be lifeless, but Roman could feel his smile. They knew their brother liked to be serious but he always made time for them. He always smiled for them.

Logan wasn't smiling now.

"Oh no, oh no, what did I do?" Roman let his sword disappear as the realization came crashing down on him. His eyes traced over Logan's limp body, a hand covering his mouth. He needed help. He needed to fix this.

"Re-" Roman cut himself off. Remus was with Patton, pulling him away from their currently comatose comrade would be a struggle and a half. Patton and Virgil were out of commission and Roman didn't know anything about Sleep or Emile.

"Deceit, can you help me with something?" He fought to make sure his voice didn't waver, putting on the best act that he could. "You really screwed up this time, Roman." His eyes never left Logan's still form. At least he was still breathing.

Deceit came walking towards the living room, pausing as he saw Logan. "My expertise may be in deception, but hiding a body from your friends is going to be rather difficult."

"He is alive you dramatic snake."

"What do you need me for then?"

"I don't know, help me get him to the couch?" Roman had dealt with a few injuries in the past but nothing this severe, Patton was normally the one who looked them over and patched them up.

"Alright, you take his legs and I will get his head. His leg is injured so hold him by the knees." They both got into position moving Logan gently onto the couch."

"I never expected you to be the brash and impulsive one of the group," Deceit said sarcastically.

"Thank you, I pride myself in being level headed, but something about him just... it just gets to me. I want to push his buttons. I guess that comes with being brothers."

"Oh, you finally figured it out?"

"What?" Roman's mouth dropped as he looked up at Deceit in confusion. "Did everyone know but me? Oh my Disney, does Remus know?"

"Oh honey, I'm just observant. There are some striking facial similarities if you pay really close attention, though it would be more noticeable if Logic here didn't pride himself on a slim figure. He keeps his muscle mass low while you, on the other hand, are built like a Greek god."

"Thank you, I try." Roman adored the compliments, but the good feelings only lasted until his eyes once again fell on Logan.

"Want to talk about it?"

"We don't even know each other that well, how can I trust you?"

"You can't, but you don't have many other options, and I'm assuming everyone you could talk to about this is either unconscious or tending to the unconscious."

Pursing his lips, Roman flopped into a chair, dropping all pretense. He had just gotten access to all of the childhood memories he previously couldn't remember, of course, he needed to talk to someone about this.

"Plus, most people think I'm a pathological liar. They probably wouldn't believe me even if I did blab your secret."

Roman took a bit of solace in that and nodded. "I don't even know where to begin. Suddenly, I find myself with a long lost brother, the one who intentionally gave me away, parents who I think might love me, but a nagging overwhelming sense of betrayal knowing that I have come from a family of villains."

"Truly that means that you are destined to become a villain, doesn't it? I mean it's in your blood."

Roman brought his hand to his chest and gasped, "How dare! I am not defined by the ties of my bloodline!"

"Then, why does it matter?"

"What?"

"Well, if you aren't defined by the ties of your bloodline then what does it matter if your blood parents are villains."

Roman blinked at him but then a small smile appeared on his face. "I guess you are right," his smile faltered, "That doesn't change the fact that my so-called brother," He gestured to Logan, "abandoned Remus and I. That is simply unacceptable."

"Oh assuredly, there is no valid reason why you might leave someone you care about behind, that must have just him being a monster."

Roman opened up his mouth and then closed it, letting out a sigh. "I don't like you." His voice was a little joking and playful, but resigned. Roman didn't understand sarcasm a lot of the time, but he could understand this. Deceit was leading him through all of this, helping him process everything on his mind. "I should have tried to listen calmly."

"You do what is in your best interest. It might have been better for you to get your anger out so that you are able to listen to the conversation calmly later, but no one can tell you what you need."

Roman looked Deceit over, "You are interesting, and I like it." Deceit just stood, shrugging at Roman's comment.

"There are more layers underneath if you are willing to dig Princey."

Roman nodded, watching as Deceit walked away. He felt better, maybe even a little calm and Deceit's presence. "Wait, what's your name? I don't want to keep calling you Deceit."

"Not yet Princey, you have to prove yourself trustworthy first."

A smile crawled onto Roman's lips, maybe even a little blush, but as he looked back at Logan, the guilt came back full force. Roman was trying to rectify the strong older brother he could now remember, with this weak broken man in front of him. Logan had been pushing for the past few days and a small head injury probably wasn't the only reason he was unconscious. Roman bit his lip in frustration. His fingers ghosted over the phone in his pocket and Roman bit his lip in frustration. He had made a mistake. 

AN: There has been a lot of drama unfolding in the past few chapters. I think I'm going to slow things down a little bit for the next few, maybe give a bit more insight into the relationships I have been building. We haven't spent hardly any time with Remy and Emile. What do you all think? Do you want more character moments or should we continue on with the action? 

Also! This book is at 1.1K! You all are amazing, you don't know how happy that makes me!