A/N: It hath been awhile, my comrades. I, once again, lost my inspiration for this story but clawed my way out of the pit of despair to write a chapter

After much deliberation, I have decided to make a chapter in Royce's Point of View, which has proven to be interesting. Placing myself in the mind of a seventeen-year-old boy.

REMINDER: Royce Clayton/The Torn Prince was seventeen years old when he died in canon. I will NOT change that. With that stated, there will be sexual content between he and Emily, starting in this chapter.

I will, of course, put a warning before those so you can read past them if you wish. However, if you do read them DESPITE the warnings, it is no longer my problem.

I am not sure what this chapter will entail since I'm writing it as I go, therefore, any warning you can think of shall be applied.

One look and I can't catch my breath
Two souls into one flesh
When you're not next to me
I'm incomplete

'Cause I'm on fire like a thousand suns
I couldn't put it out even if I wanted to
These flames tonight
Look into my eyes and say you want me, too
Like I want you

Hunger
Ross Copperman

Royce's Point of View

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I needed to calm down before Emily picked up my accelerated heart rate from her position in the living room of the March home. As I watched her through the window, twirling gracefully as she played the gorgeous white violin I had gotten for her this past Yule, the small velvet box containing my Nana Clayton's engagement ring felt like it was burning a hole through my coat.

"You propose to Emily, Royce Clayton," she had stated as she had pushed it into my hands. "If you keep fretting over it, you are going to stress yourself to death."

She was right, of course. From the moment Emily and I had shared our first kiss three years ago, and maybe even before that, I had wanted to place a ring on her finger. Have her take my last name. Give her children we could raise as Witches. Maybe halt our aging for a short while or perhaps even indefinitely. Eternity was not a horrible prospect if Emily was by my side to share it with.

"Todays the big day."

I looked to my left with a start as the deep voice of Nathaniel drew my attention, his large and imposing figure immediately making me feel like a small child as opposed to the seventeen-year-old I was.

"There is nothing to worry about, boy," he slapped me on the back, his Lycan strength enough to almost take me off my feet even in his human form. "Emily loves you. And if Nicholas had any doubts, he never would have granted his permission."

I nodded and he chuckled, walking away.

My magic stirred as a familiar, mouthwatering scent floated into my nose, causing me to inhale deeply, red energy flecked with black weaving between my fingers, causing me to clench my hand.

"Are you going to stand out here in the cold all night, slugger?"

I spun, my eyes pulsing red as I gripped her, pulling her small frame flush against my larger one, practically swallowing her whole as I pressed a kiss to the hollow at the base of her throat.

"Royce, you need to calm down," Cecelia's voice filled my mind and I saw her weaving her way through the stones of the garden, Pann flitting through the air, landing on Emily's shoulder. "I don't think yours and Emily's first time should be in the snow."

I clenched my teeth, battling the urge, as I frequently did, to bury myself inside her.

"You had something to ask her, remember?"

I nodded and took a deep breath, being more grateful than ever that my Familiar had a maternal nature, consistently steering me away from my base male instincts.

Not that I did not want to make love to Emily. That I did not want to weave our magic together as well as our bodies. I, several times a week, found myself unable to sleep unless I had worked off the sexual energy consistently pulsing through my body, the same way my cock would throb in my hand as I tried to work myself to the brink of exhaustion. After some time, I would fall asleep sticky and tired past the point of what a normal human would be capable of.

Cecelia would always make sure I woke up in time to clean myself up and get dressed before my mother or Nettie came to ensure I was up for school.

"Royce. Focus."

I took a deep breath and smiled at Emily, realizing that her fingers were brushing my face with concern, obviously confused by the sound of my heart.

I knelt on one knee, her eyes widening as she regarded me, her small hand coming up to flutter by her throat. Pann reared up and rested his front legs on her cheek, his large insect eyes focused intently upon me as I reached into my pocket and presented the small box, opening it up, my Nana's ring catching the light of the moon, casting rainbows upon the snow.

"Nana Clayton's Ring."

I know she could feel the magic emanating from the diamonds. My mother had performed the spell herself. A blessing from the goddess traditional for proposals, she had told me.

"She insisted I use it to propose," I chuckled. "You know how fond she is of you, kitten."

She smiled and motioned for me to continue.

"Emily March," I decided I did not need to make a speech. Emily knew me better than anyone else. "I love you with every beat of my heart and nothing would bring me more joy than to have you by my side for however long we decide to roam this Earth."

Tears glistened in her beautiful purple eyes as I spoke.

"Would you make me the happiest guy in the world and be my wife?"

She nodded, unable to form words, and I stood, just in time to catch her in my arms. I couldn't help the utterly stupid 'whoop' that left my lips as I spun her around, careful not to dislodge Pann from his position upon her shoulder.

"If you are done monopolizing my daughter, Royce," Nicholas March's voice rang out behind us. "Cassandra has prepared a feast in honor of your nuptials."

I twirled Emily before tucking her underneath my arm and leading her up to the March residence, the warmth of the house swallowing us.

Pauly's Diner
January 1957

"Hey Emily," I watched from my seat as Becky swept by mine and Andrew's table, looking anxious as she made it to Emily's side at the counter. "What kind of mood is your dearly beloved in today?"

I tuned in more intently now. Becky did not usually pay any attention to my temperament unless it would impact her workday in some significant way. For instance, if I got into another fight that led to blood on the floor or table.

"Pretty good," Emily shrugged. "On the Royce scale, he's above slightly irritated but below punching someone out."

Becky arched an eyebrow at her, tightening her ponytail. "I don't know what that means, Emmy."

Emily smiled in my direction, her engagement ring catching the light.

"Roll the dice, Bex," however, she stared more intently at Becky now. "Why so much concern for Royce's temper?"

She nodded her head at something, and my posture immediately changed, shifted. Great. Just fucking fantastic. The pureblood Witch that wanted Emily for himself had waltzed into the diner. Adam Conrad. The kid was the bane of my existence. Constantly trying to convince Emily that she belonged to him. Not with him. To him. Like she was a fucking inanimate object meant to be owned and not the magnificent creature she was.

My fingers clenched around the edges of the table, the taste of iron filling my mouth as he approached her. My senses went on high alert as I saw the rage fill his eyes when they landed on the ring on her finger.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Emily?!" Adam drew the attention of EVERY patron in the diner as he charged toward her. "You are actually going to marry that half-breed?!"

I was surprised when Johnny – of all people – intercepted him, placing himself firmly between Emily and the angry He-Demon.

"Listen, half-witch or not," Johnny crossed his arms. "Without magic, Clayton will mop the floor with you." He leaned closer. "You are an angry child. Royce is pure rage in a human shell. And if anything can provoke him into a murder charge, it is any threat to the girl behind me."

I smirked at his words, something dark seizing me. It was time to end this little brat once and for all. As the stare down continued, I shrugged off my letterman, Andrew looking at me wearily.

When Adam merely glared petulantly, Johnny sighed.

"I am trying to help you here, buddy," he shook his head. "Everyone in town knows that the Diner is magic proof."

He held up his hands.

"But hey, if you really think you are a capable enough fighter to take down the President of the Anger problem club," he stepped aside. "Be my guest."

My eyes pulsed red, a rage I had never felt before filling me as he gripped her hand, hard enough to make her gasp. I was on my feet and crossing the distance in a matter of seconds, gripping his throat, and tossing him to the floor.

Adam had no time to catch his breath as I followed him down, my fist making a satisfying thud as it hit his cheek. I felt the skin break under my fingers, blood spilling.

I don't know how many times I hit him when I felt fingers tugging at the white material of my shirt, Emily hauling me to my feet and gripping my chin, forcing me to look at her.

To my shock, there was no anger in her eyes, merely concern as her purple gaze went to my split knuckles. She tugged me behind her without a word, leading me into the bathroom and locking the door, heading for the first aid kit against the wall.

I am almost positive I am one of the main reasons Pauley had these installed all over the diner.

She went to reach for my hands, but I lifted her onto the sink instead. I pressed her thighs apart to stand between them, pressing my rapidly hardening cock against the thin cotton of her underwear. I looked into her eyes to ensure I wasn't making her uncomfortable. Within them I saw the same stirrings of heat that I am positive was reflected at her.

My fingers walked up her thigh and maintaining eye contact, I brushed my index finger along the seam of her underwear, feeling how the wet fabric stuck to her skin. A sound akin to a growl slid from between my lips as I brushed my knuckle gently against the little nub I could feel through the cotton.

She gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down into a kiss, my tongue immediately seeking hers. I could taste the cinnamon of her toothpaste as my free hand closed over her breast through the fabric of her work dress. My thumb brushed over her nipple, and she tugged on my bottom lip with her teeth, causing my tongue to lash against hers once again.

As much as I could tell that it killed her, she pushed against my chest.

"Pann is right, Royce," of course her trusty familiar was talking to her. I had not even realized he was perched on one of the stall doors, his purple wings folded behind him. "We can't have sex at my job."

I looked down, ashamed. What was I? An animal?

She lifted my chin.

"I want to, slugger, believe me, I do," she rubbed her thumb over my cheekbone. "But I would prefer our first time to be in a bed and not on a cold sink."

She let out an impish grin then.

"Though I wouldn't mind that after, of course."

I shook my head at her and tickled her sides, causing her to let out adorable peals of laughter, my hands moving to massage her hips.

I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose against hers before pulling up her left hand and pressing my lips to the ring on her finger.

"I love you, Emily."

She reached up and pulled my head down, resting our foreheads together.

"I know that slugger," she smiled sweetly. "And I love you. With every beat of my heart."

A/N: And that is that. I am fond of this chapter, despite how long it took me. Hopefully, I get some reviews.