Namor led Milo by the hand out to the dance floor. The pair looked unreal under the lights of the chandelier. They were beautiful, elegant, and so strikingly strange. Patton couldn't help but grin as he watched them dance. The two were talking, leaned into each others' space as they murmured words for only them to hear. Whatever was said made the prince chuckle and even from across the room, they could see Milo's smile. They looked unbelievably happy.

"I can't believe they're real," Patton said, shaking his head with a smile. "That's so cool."

"I agree, they look very happy together. It is refreshing to see that people like us existed during all of time. People attracted to the same sex. Clothing not having an association with gender. It's been around longer than anyone in modern day is willing to admit," Logan replied.

The other boy giggled at his profoundness. "I mean, yeah, but I was just saying they're literally too cute to be real," he explained, hugging his boyfriend's arm.

"Well, if I may say so, I feel the same way when you smile," Logan said.

Patton gasped, looking up at him in shock as his cheeks grew pink. "Oh my gosh, you think I'm cute?! I didn't think you ever paid attention to like... what I look like in that sense!"

"I pay attention to everything about you," he replied matter-of-factly.

The grinning boy hugging him opened his mouth to reply when suddenly screams rang out from across the ballroom. A circle of people were gathered and backing away from the dance floor. They both peered closer, realizing someone was on the floor.

Patton gasped and pulled his boyfriend by the hand toward the commotion. As they neared the scene, he could make out the person on the floor. It was Prince Namor, and a small pool of blood was growing beneath him.

Milo was holding his hand and crying out his name, looking desperate and panicked. There was a knife sticking out of his shoulder.

"Oh my gosh, we have to help them," Patton exclaimed.

They pushed through the crowd to join Milo's side. The prince was still conscious and groaning in pain, his hand reaching up to touch the knife.

"Your Highness, you need to remain calm," Logan instructed him. "And don't-"

Namor pulled the knife from his shoulder, causing blood to spill from his wound. The intellectual young man sighed as his mind raced. "Don't pull out the blade," he muttered, shaking his head. "Okay, okay... we need to put pressure on the wound, and stop him from bleeding out."

"Excuse me, stand aside, we shall take him to the medical wing," a royal guard said.

Patton stood up quickly. His heart could sense something wrong. "No," he said firmly. "No, if you try to move him now, he'll have lost too much blood by the time you get him there."

Logan looked at him in surprise but didn't comment on his partner's sudden knowledge. "He's right, quickly, I need something to press on the wound."

"What, are you a doctor?" the guard questioned.

He shook his head. "No, but I know more about this than you'd think. I can make him stable enough to be moved so he can be treated."

"What can I do to help?" Milo asked, his voice shaking.

"Keep him awake," Logan instructed. The guard ripped off the sash that was part of his uniform. "Patton, press this into the wound while I fasten it around him."

His boyfriend nodded and knelt beside him, doing as he was told. He removed his gloves first, not wanting to stain them with blood. He held the sash to the wound and pressed hard. This elicited a pained groan from the prince, but he didn't stop. Logan was working to fasten it around his shoulder.

"It's okay, Namor, you're going to be okay, just stay awake," Milo was saying, stroking his forehead. "Keep breathing. You're going to be okay."

Namor appeared to be having difficulty remaining conscious but he was clearly trying to focus on his companion. He was trying to stay awake as well as he could.

"Okay, done," Logan said, pulling away. "Get him to the medical wing and have a doctor stitch up that wound."

The guard and Milo both hoisted the prince up, carrying him together as more guards came to escort them. Logan and Patton watched them go, but then one of the guards came back to bring them along.

"You're requested to come by Prince Namor," she explained, nodding toward the guards escorting the half-conscious prince.

The boys nodded and followed the guard to join the group. The made their ways through the halls with haste, bringing the prince to the medical wing. Royal doctors were already waiting for him. Once there, the prince was closed into an operation room, leaving Patton, Logan, and Milo outside.

"Oh god.. oh god... is he going to be okay?" Milo asked, looking terrified.

"Yes, he'll be okay," Patton said confidently. "I can feel it. He'll be fine, but what on earth happened back there? Who stabbed him?"

The other dress wearing boy shop his head. "I'm not sure! It happened so fast!" he replied. "One moment we were dancing together, and the next, some masked person had shoved a dagger into him!"

"They were wearing a mask?" Logan repeated, intrigued.

"Yes, a mask. It had some weird green symbols on it and it was mostly black. They looked like they belonged to a cult or something," he recalled.

Silence fell over them as thy contemplated the meaning of the attack. None of them could come up with an explanation.

"I should say thank you though," Milo said, looking at them both adoringly. "You two saved his life. Thank you. Thank you so much."

He pulled Patton into a tight hug, making the boy gasp. Logan looked uncertain how to respond. "I used whatever knowledge at my disposal to help the situation," he replied awkwardly.

"He means you're welcome," Patton translated, smiling.