Me : oh dear
My intellect: imagination what did you do?
Imagination: NOTHING
Empathy: lets all take a deep breath. Whats the problem?
Me: logicality and demus are tied, and I said only 2 side ships!
My insecurities: its chill
Me:... unusually calm of you
My insecurities: just change it. The authors a flaky b!tch, she wont care.
Me:...I AM THE AUTHOR
My insecurities: yea, no duh.

TRIGGER WARNING:
MENTIONED FUTURE DECAPITATION AND IMPENDING DEATH OF A CHARACTER

Princess Valerie was kind, graceful, giving, brave, and beautiful beyond words.
Prince Roman hated her guts. He knew, logically that she was as trapped in their courtship as he was, and that his resentment was unfair; Valerie and he were victims of an arrangement made when the queens of their respective nations were still pregnant. They'd had a tentative friendship as children, but when the implications of being betrothed sunk in, their relationship had soured.

He'd hope they'd fine reconciliation eventually... but they were to be married tomorrow so it didn't seem likely.

So, roman hoped Valerie would understand why he was doing this.
The bells chimed distantly: 6pm.
Someone knocked on the door. Roman knew exactly who it was, but just to be safe, he called out
"Who goes there?"
It was imperative that no one saw the makeshift rope he'd fashioned from bedding and cloth.
"Princess Valerie of the kingdom of Shea"
So he hadn't known who it was. Something was wrong. He shoud be here by now.
Valerie called out again
"May I come in? It's important"
"No"
He responded hurriedly.
"Roman, they have your manservant."
Roman opened his door so fast the hinges screamed in protest.
"What. Did. You. Say?"
He demanded, as dread curled up from his stomach and placed itself in his heart.
"He must have been on his way here, he had a bag of food, some guards questioned him—"
The fury in Romans eyes cut her off momentarily, but she continued.
"He didn't betray you but the figured out he was helping you escape and..."
Roman griped her arm, wether it was to steady himself or to drive the urgency behind his question was unclear, but the fire in his question was unmissable
"Where."
"He's in the dungeon... they've accused him of treason... my father threatens war and... and..."
The last words were bearly a wisper
"He's been sentenced to die tomorrow morning."
Roman started running.
Running down the stairs.
Down to the dungeons.
Down to his servant.
Down to his best, nay, only friend.
Logan Edwards wasn't their.
Instead, the king himself stood in the darkness; a sneer on his face.
Roman fell to a kneeling position.
"Please, father, spare him! He acted on my orders and mine alone...please... Edwards is innocent."
The king laughed. A harsh, grating sounding that filled that catacombs.
"Who? The serving boy? Roman, you're far to attached. I don't care that he's innocent, his death will appease the king of Grainville, and so it shall be done. He's in the north tower, and there he shall remain until his beheading."
The king cocked his head and grinned.
"Perhaps I'll give you his head as a wedding gift?"
And with that the sadistic ruler swept out of the room.
Roman wanted to cry.
He wanted to scream, and punch and kick and yell.
Instead he swallowed his feelings and began to climb the stairs once more.
He hardly processed where he was going till he arrived at the north tower.
Logan knelt, his back to the prince and deep in prayer. Roman recognised the chant; a prayer to the goddess of death.
" 'o goddess of dark,
   'o goddess of sick,
   'o goddess we all enter your kingdom
    'o goddess I ask my way into your arms be painless."
He continued on, praying for a painless death, praying for forgiveness and praying that those he cared about moved on and lived good lives.
He didn't look up, didn't seem to know roman was there.
Roman had never taken logan for a religious person, but fear was a powerful thing. If the words gave logan comfort, roman had no right to take that comfort from him.
Roman left his friend to his prayers, the truth he'd known as soon as this debacle started firmer then ever: He had to save Logan.
But he couldn't do it alone; he'd need help.
CHOOSE

- Roman goes to Valerie

- roman goes to remus

- roman goes to the servants quarters to see if anyone their will help him.

Hey.
Hoped you enjoyed it. Rember to chose a choice: Logan's life depends on it!