Panic in the Ballroom- Chapter 1
AN- This is it. The long awaited (Not really) fic I’ve been working on.
This is Prinxiety and Logicality, and if you want to know more about the story, search through my prinxiety tag for spoilers.
Shout out to @thelastrottenwooleater for editing everything for me.
It was the night of the Royal Ball, and as usual, Roman was looking around to see what was going on in the various sections of the room. This time however, things were different. As could be told from the masks on all the party-goers, this was a masquerade, which only meant one thing: it was the Crown Prince’s 25th birthday. Meaning he had to find someone to court that night, or his father would put him in an arranged marriage. Normally, a prince or princess would talk with his/her/their lover and plan to meet somewhere, or describe about what they were wearing so they could identify each other. Sadly though, Roman was… single. The tragedy, right?
Now Roman had until the clock struck 2 to find someone that he could put up with for the rest of his life. As nice as Princess Valerie was, Roman didn’t really want to be married to someone he would never be able to fall in love with. As a gay man, he might grow to care for her as a friend, but never any deeper. He glanced at his brother, Logan. Was this why Logan had given him his position? As he was no longer the crown Prince, Logan was able to avoid the arranged marriages and masquerade balls. Roman knew his brother was gay, and now that he didn’t have to get married to settle a conflict, he was free to continue looking for love.
Roman could remember the day that Logan had given him the crown.
Roman was sitting in a chair in the upstairs library reading a book when the doors to the right of him flew open, and Logan marched through, looking determined. As soon as his brother’s eyes found him, Logan marched over to where Roman sat, and tugged him out of his seat saying “Roman, you’ve always wished that you could become king, yes?”
Roman sputtered, trying to think of an excuse, or even just something to say. Before he could think of anything to reply however, Logan spoke, “Now don’t try to lie, I know you have, but today your wish is coming true.”
Roman was cut off as Logan started dragging him toward the doors to the courtroom. A crash sounded from the hall Logan had come from, and Roman could hear their father yelling. All this seemed to just spur Logan onward as he started walking faster, with Roman staring at him bewildered.
As soon as they burst through the doors of the court, and stepped out onto the balcony, all of the people below looked up to them. Logan cleared his throat and proclaimed in a voice louder than Roman had ever heard him speak, “Ladies, Lords, and Nonbinary people of the court, I, Prince Logan, renounce my position as Crown Prince and pass the title down to Prince Roman. He will be your future king, and I will step down to become an advisor to him when he needs it. I have complete faith that my brother will become a better king than I would. Treat him as you have treated me.”
The moment he was finished speaking, the doors behind them flew open with a loud SLAM!! Both of the brothers turned to look. Their father was the angriest Roman had ever seen. Lifting his chin, Logan said with an emotion Roman couldn’t quite determine, “It is done.”
After that, Logan had distanced himself from their father, doing anything he could to make sure that they were never alone in the same room together. Roman had asked what had happened between them, but their father always changed the subject, and Logan… Logan had shut down. His face had gone blank, and in a tone that made it clear there wouldn’t be any discussion on the matter, he’d told Roman to drop it.
Roman shook his head. Thinking on the past would not help him in the hours to come. His servant, Thomas, had told him that if he wanted to avoid marrying Princess Valerie, he needed to find someone he could connect with soon. It didn’t matter that he had 8 hours, if he didn’t find someone that would be a good compliment to him towards the beginning, he wouldn’t be able to make a strong enough connection with them. They wouldn’t be able to stick with him through the courting process, and keep up with the classes on how to be a Prince Consort at the same time. The problem was, there was no one in sight interesting enough to start a conversation with.
Well, Roman thought, spotting a man in purple and black with a sword strapped to his side, and his back to the wall. Almost no one.
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