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Have some Prinxiety angst for your soul!

TW: Argument, Roman angst!!!!! Mention of a war, mentions of a fight.

Virgil POV

His eyes were all it took.

But I couldn't fall in love, I wasn't allowed to, he's the Villain, I'm the hero, or was it the other way around? But when his gaze met mine, the world shook. Was it the world crumbling to its demolition or was it us, I'll never know. But it was his eyes that hit me most and possibly the hardest of them all.

We never fought. I always found a way to avoid him one way or another but that didn't mean we never met again. We did, several times. Maybe I'd see him on the battlefield, protecting comrades or even hurting mine, but never killing them. That was the difference between him and me. I killed. He saved.

Now I'm here. Finding each other in a small hall of an abandoned castle, shouting. I had killed a traitor, my ally, but not my comrade. She liked to boast about how her plan to kill the Prince was flawless. Befriend him before the war started, fight alongside him, stay with him for every breath he took, and then ... well you can guess what came next. I couldn't bring myself to let her go ahead with it when I knew it was all happening. I'm not sure what made me, I had an impulse and I thought, maybe he should be the one to live through this war, the one to live and tell the story if everyone else falls. His father should. Only, we're not sure where he is. So here I and the beloved Prince are, in this abandoned, empty hall, echoing all around this for every step we take or for every inch we move. I do not expect to come out of this next fight alive, but I do know I will not go out without one final blow.

"How dare you, you should've kept it between me and you! My friends had no involvement in our war!" He continues to yell, curse and spit at me in a crazed fury. He won't stop. He won't pause even for a single, silent moment. So I snap, and I scream back at him,

"I did it for you, oh beloved Prince Roman!" This makes him shut up, to my relief. He turns silent and I turn away from the eyes that started it all. "I did it for you," I said as calmly as I could've. "She was going to kill you if you must know and I wanted to be the one to end your puny little life."

I'm the villain of the story.

"She was gonna kill me?" Roman scoffs with an amused smirk on his lips. I scowl. Maybe I was wrong about him but who would trust the enemy after all? "You must be as delusional as you look, monster!"

"I'm telling the truth. Jesus, I know this is a war and everything and I'm your enemy, but actually, you'd be surprised at how much I hate killing people. I mean, they had a life to live." I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.

"So, you're the bad guy who hates killing, huh, never thought I'd say that."

"Zip it." He smiles again, readying his sword. My stomach drops ten feet below, and suddenly I can't feel the floor there anymore. It's nowhere to see, nowhere close. Just gone. "I suppose this was inevitable," I speak, raising my daggers, which are already covered with his traitor's blood. I point them at him.

"Indeed, Virgil." He scowls.

"I won't hold back." I swear to myself more than anything. If I win, the war will be over. If he wins, the war will be over. This could go either way.

"Good, I expect nothing less."

This is the end-all, only one way from here, and I'm prepared to make sacrifices, be it him or me.

I was victorious.