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“MR MAGIC! WAIT!”

“THOMAS! GET BACK HERE!”

Logan turned and saw Thomas come barrelling down the hallway towards him, with Roman hot on his heels. Both of them were definitely not going to stop in time to avoid crashing into him, even though Roman was very quickly catching up to his brother. Fearing the worst, Logan darted away and pressed himself against the wall. It was just in time too, as he could feel the end of his cloak whip Roman’s legs as he finally managed to scoop Thomas up into his arms. His momentum wouldn’t allow him to stop right there, so he continued a few more steps before coming to a halt. Logan stayed leaning against the wall but turned to look down the hallway, still trying to fully process what just happened before him.

Roman, after catching his breath a little, started to chastise the squirming Thomas in his arms, “Thomas, you shouldn’t run after people like that. You could have hurt Logan!”

“No, I couldn’t! Mr Magic would be okay! Put me dooooown!” The younger prince attempted valiantly to wriggle out of Roman’s arms, his eyes shut tight as he did so.

“What were you even going to do once you caught up to him?!” Roman turned to face his partner, “I apologise for my brother, Logan. Again.” Roman glared at Thomas, who stuck his tongue out at his older brother.

Logan finally peeled himself away from the wall, brushing down his cloak in an attempt to avoid looking sheepish, “It is quite alright. I know that he did not mean to harm me, he was simply excited. Though, about what, I am not quite sure…” The mage inquisitively looked towards the child, who stilled immediately and looked up at him with shining eyes.

“I want to see more magic! Please, please, please! I’ll be real good. I promise!” Thomas begged, clasping his small hands in front of his face and attempting an exaggerated – yet effective – pleading look. The way his bottom lip stuck out and the hope in his eyes broke Logan’s resolve far too quickly and he agreed to let the young prince tag along with him for part of the day.

The unlikely pair made their way towards Logan’s tower; Thomas chatting excitedly about what cool spells Logan could possibly already know and if Logan could teach him, to which Logan merely offered a gentle smile and short answer that boiled down to ‘We’ll see if you have what it takes.’ Roman stood still in the middle of the corridor, pouting with his arms folded tightly across his chest. “Now what am I supposed to do?” He huffed and stalked off in the opposite direction, a little miffed that his boyfriend had essentially chosen his little brother over him… but he’d get over it.

Once in the tower, Thomas settled himself in a chair that Logan had pulled out for him and kicked his legs back and forth as he waited beside Logan’s potion desk. His head was following the mage’s every movement as he grabbed various ingredients and bottles and liquids and all sorts of other things from shelves around the room. He asked questions about everything and Logan was more than happy to indulge Thomas’ inquisitive nature. As Logan began to set all his equipment up, Thomas had many questions about each of the ingredients he’d brought over to the desk and Logan listed each of them off alongside their properties and what they were good for. The young prince was utterly fascinated, if the look on his face was anything to go by when Logan turned to glance at him. He’d been silent the entire time that Logan had rambled on and on about ingredients and the mage had definitely become a little worried that Thomas was bored, but it did not seem to be the case.

Thomas was also the perfect assistant to have around for trickier parts of the process. On a few separate occasions, Logan had enlisted the help of Virgil or Demitri – none of which had gone all that well. He shuddered to even remember the disarray his tower had been left in when Virgil had not been able to hold still, or the pure chaos that had occurred when Strix had interrupted and distracted Demitri. Either way, Logan was happy to have such a good assistant now. Thomas listened and did everything perfectly, just the way Logan asked. He even kept his questions until after they’d completed the hard parts – a lesson they’d both learned the hard way a couple of months prior and still had the light bruises to remember it by.

But, in no time at all, lunchtime came, and Thomas was called away to return to his schedule, which left Logan to work on more ‘boring’ things – at least, by the young prince’s standards. His potion was bubbling away nicely and the rustling of the trees outside his open window soothed Logan as he poured over a few new spells in the book he’d been making his way through. He got lost in his comfortable atmosphere until someone gently pushed open the door to his room, calling out to him as they did so.

“Sir Pendry. You have been requested to join the royal family in the dining hall.” The knight in the doorway addressed him, eyes firmly fixated on the opposite wall rather than the mage’s own face.

Logan sighed internally, placed the string as his bookmark once again and reached for his robe, “Thank you for informing me. Please, go on ahead and let the king know I will be present as soon as possible.” He waited to hear the heavy footsteps of the knight descending the spiral stairs before he even considered throwing the robe over himself. As he began his slightly slower journey towards the dining hall, Logan reflected on the changes going on around him.

He had become far closer to the royals than he’d ever even imagined, and it was all seeming like it was working just fine. But then, everyone else in the castle was suddenly far more distant. Yes, they’d always been somewhat formal, most likely due to his reputation and his closeness with the captain. But not once had they treated him quite like they had been ever since Roman’s birthday. It was a little uncomfortable, as it made it more obvious how much had changed while Logan was trying his hardest to make sure not much did. As Logan turned the final corner and saw the ajar door just ahead of him, he pushed the thoughts from his mind. None of the royals needed to know about his silly little worries. Logan was sure it would all be fine in the end anyway.

After seating himself down in his designated chair, Logan was greeted with a soft kiss on the cheek from his boyfriend. It was still new, and a little startling, but Logan had to admit to himself that some of the changes happening around him weren’t all that bad when given a second thought.

Spending dinner with the royals was definitely one of those. His old meals were solitary and isolated, sometimes they didn’t occur at all due to him losing track of time in his studies. But now, his meal times were filled with chatter from the family he’d been welcomed into. Logan was still trying to adjust to it all and, thankfully, all three of the Sanders were allowing him the space to do so.

“Oh, Logan. I had almost forgotten.” Patton addressed him as their plates were being taken away. “Demitri has requested you go and see him whenever you can. Apparently he requires your unique talents.” The king grinned widely and seemed far too excited about something that he wasn’t even involved in.

“Do you have any idea as to what it could be, your maj- uh, Patton?” Logan quickly corrected himself before Patton could give him The Look. Sure, it was clearly teasing, but it managed to get Logan to feel some form of guilt at still continuing to call him by such a formal title.

Patton shook his head with a shrug, “No idea. He didn’t tell me a thing. But I’m sure you’re more than capable! You are the most accomplished magician in the kingdom, after all!”

“Besides all that, you must pass on this message to him.” Roman cut in, stopping Logan from graciously thanking the king for passing on the message. The dramatic prince turned sharply in his chair and quickly grabbed a hold of both of Logan’s hands, clasping them between his own whilst staring deeply into Logan’s eyes – a gaze that was both alluring and frightening to the mage. “You tell him that if he allows any harm to befall you, that if even a single hair on your head be damaged, he shall have me to answer to.”

“Why, Roman, it seems as though you have an idea as to what Demitri is asking me for. Would you mind elaborating?” Logan responded, sarcasm dripping through his deadpan response as his face turned neutral.

Roman gaped for a few seconds, clearly searching his brain for something before theatrically throwing out idea after idea, each one becoming more spectacular and unrealistic as time progressed. Once Roman threw out the idea of Demitri asking him to come along to tame a pack of dragons by ensnaring it’s leader in magical rocks and vines, Logan pushed his chair away and stood.

“All of those theories are quite creative. But please refrain from wasting my time on such stories.” Logan said, the slight twitch to his lips giving away that he was clearly teasing the prince. He headed towards the door, making sure to thank the king for yet another invitation to dinner. Just as he was about to cross the threshold of the room, a hand grasped Logan’s wrist and spun him around, bringing him face to face with the crown prince.

Roman’s voice was soft and low, quiet enough for only Logan to entirely make out the words that were being said, “Is there a way you would prefer me to waste your time? With my active imagination, there are many ways I can come up with to do so… if you so desire.”

Logan’s face immediately flushed as Roman’s words sank in and he was left speechless. Even after all the time before and after the incident with the potion, Logan was still not used to such flirtatious words. It was especially mortifying that they were so close to Roman’s own family members while he was propositioning him in such a manner. Logan let out a slow breath and placed a quick but lingering kiss to Roman’s lips as they hovered so tantalisingly just above his own. “I would be… interested in hearing some of these ideas of yours sometime. However, I have matters to attend to, as you are well aware.” Logan responded, keeping his own voice low in volume too.

“I’ll keep your request in mind.” Roman’s eyes lit up before pressing a feather light kiss on Logan’s hand, which he slowly raised between them. “I shall let you go now. I am so very sorry for keeping you here for longer than you intended, Logan.” Roman’s volume was back to normal, though he was still poking fun at his boyfriend.

“Yes, well… you should consider other people’s responsibilities before you impede on their schedule like that.” Logan cleared his throat as he stepped away, “Now, if you will all excuse me, I shall go and find out what Demitri would like from me. Good evening.” With that, Logan bowed and headed off towards the grounds.

It had taken a while as Logan had to check every building the littered the animal habitat the royals owned as Demitri had clearly not been in his room. Eventually, the mage found the man in the furthest away barn.

“Good evening, Demitri. I was informed that you requested me to assist you in some way?” Logan called out as he entered, causing Demitri to turn in his direction.

The animal handler smiled a crooked smile, getting back up to his feet, “Yes, I did. This is a problem that can only be solved by the combination of our… expertise.” Demitri put extra emphasis on the final word, his smile dropping as he stared into Logan’s eyes, now serious. It seemed to be habit, but Demitri’s hand also came to brush against the scarred half of his face, almost as if he were trying to pick at something.

Logan stepped forward and pushed Demitri’s hand down, bringing attention to the gesture. Demitri flinched away after a moment of realisation and he looked sheepishly down to the ground beneath his feet. Logan thought to ask about it, but he realised that was only likely to push the man away even more, so he refrained. Instead, he asked, “So, how can I help?”

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