72 with prinxiety?
72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
This turned into some kinda medieval au? also theres no telling how long this has been in my drafts
The battle had taken longer than anticipated, their losses heavier, too, but they had done it. They had won. Every warrior was tired, and bodies were strewn about the battlefield. Roman helped pick out the wounded among the lost, heaving them onto stretchers to go to medical tents.
Eventually, they had found all those they could, and so Roman went to the tent himself, intent on getting his own wounds tended to.
Virgil was, of course, the one to come and tend to him, herbs at the ready to make a poultice. He knew he could depend on Virgil, through thick and thin, but Roman was glad that he wasn’t there on the battlefield. Too much horror, too much danger, especially when Virgil’s talents lay in mending, rather than destroying.
“Something wrong, your highness?” Virgil asked softly, carefully easing Roman’s armour off, then the clothes underneath. His touch was feather-light, taking the utmost care to not disturb the various wounds.
Roman stayed quiet, watching Virgil’s face, studying him intently the way he had many, many times before. “Just… smile?” He said softly, fingers lightly touching his cheek, feeling the smooth skin. “I really need to see you smile right now.”
Virgil’s expression softened, and a fond smile crossed his face. Roman drank it in like a dying man, both hands cupping Virgil’s face despite the pain. “I was worried too, you know.” He said quietly. “You better make it up to me.”
“Whatever you wish for, Virgil. It is yours.” Roman’s voice was equally soft. “I wish I could promise never again, but…”
“I know, Ro.” Quick as a flash, Virgil leaned up, and Roman felt a light pressure against his lips.
Their secret safe, Virgil set about patching his Prince up.