[cui]When An Oracle Tells You To Do Something, Listen
[ci]WC; 741
[ci]TW; Nothing I can think of. Let me know if I need to add any
[ci]Summary; Roman has a lot on his mind with the planning of his wedding, so when his friend tells he needs to go on an errand for him, the prince is far more confused than excited. Especially with all the strange instructions the oracle is giving him.
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Roman woke up with a start as he felt a sudden weight on his body. He groaned, trying to wiggle out from under what was on top of him.
“Wakey wakey, prince lazy.” A voice said, laying on the sleepy prince. “Time to get up. Got a mission for you.”
“Remy? Get off of me!” The confused prince scowled, trying to push his friend off of him. “What are you doing in my room!?”
“Your dad gave me permission to send you on a mission. So you need to get up and start getting ready.”
“Okay, firstly, can’t get up if you’re on me-” Roman said, pushing the oracle harder. “Secondly, what the heck are you talking about? What mission?”
Remy rolled his eyes, letting the prince push him onto the floor. He turned and rested his chin on the royal’s bed. “I need you to go to a nearby kingdom and get me something.”
Roman sat up, frowning at the other. “What? Go send a servant. Don’t we have people to do that?”
“Maybe.” The brown haired prophet shrugged. “Not important, babes. I need you to do it.”
“No. I have a wedding to plan.” Roman told him, laying back down and rolling over so he wasn’t facing Remy any more.
“Right. Looks like you’re so busy planning right now.” The oracle stood up, pulling on the prince’s blanket. “Your father is sending you. Get up!”
“Hey!!” Roman sat up again glaring. “I’m a prince! Not an errand boy!”
“I don’t care. I need you to do it.” Remy told him in a rhythmic voice which made Roman’s glare harsher. “Got an issue with it? Go argue with your father.”
“You know what! I will!” Roman stood up.
Bad idea.
Long story short, arguing with his father did not go well.
Roman had gone to talk about Remy’s demands only to get chewed out about the dangers of not listening to an oracle. Though the prince couldn’t see how having the only heir to the kingdom stop his wedding preparations to go to what must be one of the most shady sea towns ever just to pick up something was a good idea.
It just sounded like a really bad idea honestly.
“Sooo…” Remy said, as Roman walked out of the meeting with his father. “...what did he say?”
“I swear he listens to you more than his own son.” The prince muttered.
“Wow, it's almost like I have the gift of prophecy or something.”
“Ugh, fine. You win.” The prince said with an eye roll. “But will you at least tell me why I have to go do it?”
“Nope.” Remy smiled. “But I’ll tell ya what you need for your trip.”
Roman groaned, and started walking. The oracle followed him.
“You’ll need to bring some of your nicest jewelry, your jeweled crown, some peasant clothing to blend in with the crowd-”
“Why do I need my jewelry and crown if I have to blend in? Isn’t that counter productive?”
“One, you’re not wearing them. Two, don’t ask.” Remy told him. “Anyway, Patton and Logan will be going with you.”
“Whoa, what?” The prince paused to turn and look at the other. “Why is Logan coming?”
“Because I said so.” The brunette said. “...He also asked to come.”
“You told him before you told me?” Roman frowned. “Why?”
Remy shrugged. “Cause I felt like it. Not important.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Logan and Patton are already packed. You just need to get your jewelry and meet them outside.”
The heir looked at him for a moment. “Why was I the last to know?”
“Because, babes.”
“Not an answer.” Roman told him.
“It's what I got. Hurry up. You need to meet up with some people.”
“Who?”
“Patton and Logan obviously. And others...Tell ya later.” Remy shrugged again. “Here’s a letter you need to give my friend when I find them.”
Roman took the paper with a scowl. “Remy, you’re a dear friend of mine. But you are so freaking confusing and I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” Remy had a smirk. “Go get ready. You’re keeping your friends waiting.”
“I’m on it. I’m on it.” The prince mumbled, turning away from his friend and moving down the hall.
“Oh, and Roman.”
The heir paused looking back at Remy. “Hmm?”
“When you get to the city…” The oracle told him. “...Don’t go into the alley behind the tavern.”
