Virgil woke up and immediately realised something was wrong. Well, not wrong, more... off. There was something off about where he was. And his head hurt like Hell.

Clutching his aching head, he sat up. Now he knew what was up. This wasn't his room. This wasn't even the room he had been given in Roman's castle. The floor was a dark purple and the walls were plain white. The bed he was sitting on was red and black and there was a small window cut into one wall and a mirror hanging on the other. Virgil thought wildly of the 'Lady Of Shalott' for a second before wincing at the pain in his head.

Had someone hit him over the head with something? Had Roman's brother hit him over the head? As he got up, he noticed a little piece of paper flutter to the floor. He picked it up and read the writing scrawled across it.

Heya Kiddo,
Hope I didn't hit you too hard. Sorry. Anyway, you're gonna stay here for the time being.
I would ask if that's alright but you don't really have a choice.
Bye,
Patton (and Logan)

So this was their doing. Virgil put the note down on a bedside table, confused. Why would Patton and Logan lock him up in a... what? Where was he? Carefully making his way over to the window and looking down, Virgil's vertigo kicked in.

He was in a tower. He was at the top of a huge, huge tower. He had to be at least 10 storeys up. The tower looked old and grey. There was no way he could climb down and there was no way someone could climb up. He was well and truly trapped.

Backing away from the window, Virgil's legs bumped into a black trunk with a silver clasp. Undoing the clasp, he opened the trunk to find books. Loads of books. Most of them were fairy-tales but Virgil also noticed some poetry books. Fairy-tales. Seriously? He was locked at the top of a tower and all he had to read were fairy-tales where consent was none existent.

If Virgil's case was bad before, it was ten times worse now.

***

Want to see your precious prince again? Come find him.

Roman had been mulling the note over for almost an hour now. There was no riddle, no clue, no idea of where Virgil was. Virgil was gone and the note left behind was useless. Roman crumpled the note in his hand and looked at the book it had been placed on.

Fairy-tales. Virgil had always hated fairy-tales. So why was there a book of them in his room? The more Roman thought about this, the more it didn't make sense. So, he tried opening the book. The first story was Rapunzel. Now this really didn't make sense.

If Virgil had to choose one fairy-tale to hate above all the rest, it was Rapunzel. Just the fact that the princess with hair that can reach the ground can't save herself frustrated Virgil way more than Roman ever could. So why was there a fairy-tale book with Rapunzel as the first story in Virgil's room. Then it hit him. God, Roman was so stupid.

In the story of Rapunzel, the girl is locked at the top of a tall tower, unable to climb down herself for some reason. Then, a prince comes along and, hearing her singing, falls in love with her. Another thing Virgil hated in fairy-tales. Love at first sight. But anyway, to put it simply, Rapunzel and the prince meet, fall in love and escape. But to go back to the important thing, the girl is locked at the top of a tower. Roman stood up and started pacing, trying to think if there was a tower near his castle or not. There was.

It was an old, old thing. Built maybe in the 9th or 10th century. It was made of grey stone and was completely bare of any greenery or things to climb up. There were, however, huge gaps between the rocks. How this villain who had taken Virgil hostage had gotten Virgil into the tower was beyond Roman but he knew one thing. No matter what it took, he was going to get Virgil back.