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Roman was having a hard enough day as it was, trying his hardest to push away all wedding planning and such. Prince Patton was a darling fellow, of course, but there was not a single drop of romantic chemistry between the two.
They were marrying for peace between kingdoms, as it goes. He knew Prince Patton felt the same way, as both of them had been trying to push away wedding planning, talking of the wedding, and even blocking out the fact it was only a month away.
Roman's parents had desperately tried to get him interested in Patton, but had given up and instead turned angry at him, saying he just needed to get it over with for the peace. Stupid wars between kingdoms, Roman thought, why couldn't they just get along?
So, as you can see, he was having quite the day and did not want to deal with anymore royal business, alas, he was not pleasantly welcomed by the shouting and struggling of two young men entering his castle.
"Let us GO!" One of the men yelled, struggling against the guards that held him. Roman sighed heavily, his parents were out on another one of there peace meetings, and would be gone a few more weeks, so he knew he had to deal with this. He finally took a closer look at said men, before suddenly realizing who they were.
One, the perhaps slighy taller of the two, (although they were practically the same height) was a dark haired man with a mysterious snake slit eye, and a patch of yellow-y snake scales. He was wearing a sort of black cape, a belt than ran across his chest holding some weapons, another belt around his waist and big black boots.
He was quieter than the other, a slightly younger, shorter man with black messy hair, dark brown eyes and vampire pale skin. He was dressed in a black cloak with a hood, wearing fingerless gloves and carrying various weapons, mostly knives, on him, plus, he was covered in scars. He noticed the other had scars also.
"The deadly duo?" Roman said, gasping. He stood up from his throne and took a slight step closer.
"You managed to capture them? how? they've escaped our guards for years!" He said in disbelief, looking at the two brothers who had now quietened and were only staring at him.
"We managed to weaken them your majesty, enough so we could capture them before they used there magicks." One guard said, nodding to the prince.
"I see... take them to the dungeon." Roman said, sighing. He didn't want to have to deal with them right now, but he couldn't deny he was curious.
Only 10% of the population had magicks, and they intrigued him almost as much as they did his royal advisor and closest friend, Logan.
Neither of them possessed such power, which greatly disappointed them both, however they both were very keen to find out more about magicks and how they worked. Roman went to find him immediately to tell him they had found the deadly duo. He knew exactly where to go, the library.
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It was a beautiful library, and Roman, despite not being that much into books, still enjoyed visiting it. He could never be sure as to where Logan would be, however.
He walked around for a while, calling for him in the grand library. He called once more, and then finally heard footsteps before his friend was in front of him.
"Logan! you really have to stop going into the deepest corners of this library, its like finding a needle in a haystack, but instead its finding a nerd in a library!" Roman said, amused by his own words. Logan was a tall individual with a very neat appearance. Not a single strand of his brown hair was ever out of place, his half glasses never falling off his face, since he adjusted them every five seconds. He wore a waistcoat and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a practical thing, he wasn't particularly fond of it.
"Apologies your highness, is there something you need from me?" Logan said, nodding his head to him.
"The guards managed to capture the deadly duo! it took a lot of them, mind, but we finally have them!" He said excitedly. He honestly forgot he was still a prince and he was supposed to be punishing them for their crimes, not fawning over there magicks.
"Really? you finally caught them? excellent! can we go to them now?" Logan asked, grabbing his messenger bag that was beside him and pulling out some books rapidly.
"I suppose, but they will not be happy after being locked up." Roman said, shrugging. I mean, it's not like they were going to get more happy, they were in jail. Logan's face lit up, gathering up his books and waiting for Roman to lead the way. Roman laughed, the only thing that got Logan this excited was the little shop in town's new jam, crofters.
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He took them to the dungeons, putting on his most serious prince face before walking past the guards confidently, Logan following closely behind him. They didn't say anything to him, luckily, and they successfully made in into the dungeon, somewhere neither of them had been before.
It was cold and dirty down there, as expected. Cobwebs filled the walls, moss and mold all around. Roman made a disgusted face, but Logan was too busy looking around the cells for the two men with magicks to notice his unpleasant surroundings.
They walked down the long hall of cell after cell of criminals, thieves, murderers, Roman grimaced at the pure amount of crime in his kingdom. The Avia kingdom was a large one, ruled by the beloved king and queen, however people did not the two were not as kind as they seemed.
The reached the end of the hall, exchanging a look as to what was before them. Two Magick-proofed cells, inside them each was a very angry criminal.
"Hello there men, i am Logan Sinclair, the prince's royal advisor, and also a scholar, who is interested in your magicks." Logan said, nodding to each of them.
He wanted to appear less like an enemy in hopes to get them to talk, however, it failed.The younger man huffed and blew a raspberry at him, which took Logan completely by surprise. The other sighed heavily and stood up, getting as close as he could with the chain attached to his leg.
"Listen, pal. We aren't going to talk to you about anything, so just get the fuck out." He hissed, glaring at them.
"Can you atleast enlighten me as too why half of your skin is scales?" Logan asked, wishing he could inspect them himself.
"No. Go away." Janus said, turning away from them.
"How dare you speak to a prince like that!" Roman scoffed, offended.
Logan shook his head at Roman, implying they should let it go. They walked out of the dungeon feeling defeated, unsure of how to get more information out of the criminals. As they exited though, they were stopped by a guard.
"Prince Roman, what do you want to do with the criminals? your parents would of most likely executed the two." The guard said. Roman gulped, he'd never sentenced anyone to death before.
"Isn't that... a little extreme? how many crimes have these two committed?" Roman asked, the thought of having someone's death on his hands was terrifying.
"Countless robberies, arson, and injury to civilians." The guard said, frowning at him.
"Thats... uh.." Roman racked his brain for a reason not to kill them, but they hadn't exactly made themselves look good. They didn't deserve death, that was too much.
"Just.. don't execute them. Keep them here for now." He sighed heavily. The guard seemed unhappy with the answer, but didn't question him, instead simply nodding to the order.
Roman begrudgingly returned to this throne, he was still on prince duty after all. However, nothing happened for the rest of the day and he only sat there tiredly looking outwards, longing to do something, anything else.
Finally, he could return to his room for the night. He sighed as he sat down on his bed, a far, far too big and fancy bed for anyone, but he liked that it made him feel special. Well, i mean, he was special, a prince! prince's a very special and important, he thought.
He let himself fall backwards onto the pile of pillows, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't stop himself thinking about those two criminals, why would people with magicks need to be criminals? Surely they could make a living selling potions or such, although perhaps that wasn't there type of magicks.
He wasn't exactly sure what there type of magicks was, no one was. All they knew is they used to escape, every single time without fail, well, apart from this time.
He grinned to himself, his parents were going to be happy they finally caught the mischief makers. He turned over, yawning and pulling a pillow close to him. A good prince deserves a good nights sleep.