Zenos rolled eyes, he didn’t care for the moment what the boy’s name was just that he got over here. 

"Wanna taste?" he'll be generous and share––

Noctis leans into the kiss and lets out a pleased hum, soon pulling back so he can maneuver into the other's lap: "Insufferable? Hmmm, wrong. Try again~"

Everything felt constricting, the silence choking down on the young prince as he was driven to the heart of the city. The king had declared that there was no need for air ships-- in fact had stated that in order to keep the public from panicking, they were outright forbidden. So here he sat in far too many layers than was needed in Lucis’ warmer climates, staring between his escorts.

Kingsglaive...he recalled them being mentioned when his father had discussed the plans. Who he needed to avoid and which ones were safe enough to be around. Lest the Empire’s little scheme be ruined before it even begun.

...Not that Prompto minded. Already pale and queasy from all the stress to begin with when it came to this arranged marriage. Here he was, a mere twenty years old and his intended had a whole ten years ahead of him.

How was he suppose to dupe someone like that?

Despite the heat, he pulled his fur lined hood over his face. Too nervous to be looked at so intensely by the glaive as they reached the Citadel. The car coming to a stop sent a lurch through his stomach. Quick, hesitant glances were made from the amount of stairs there were, to the guard opening his door.

Taking a deep breath; and trying not to make it look like he was shaking like a leaf about being caught, he stepped out and started for the stairs. Nearly stumbling when he peered up from under his hood to spot the King and his right hand had come to the front doors instead.

Prompto made no assumptions that he was going to meet him half way, so he continued as gracefully as he could muster. Taking what felt like forever with all the stairs--honestly wishing for an escalator or an elevator at least...

Stopping steps short of one Noctis Lucis Caelum, he bowed and held his position. His voice soft as he spoke.

Nyx was now on guard duty (man, he's been on it a lot lately hasn't he?) in the palace walls this time, specifically at the waiting room people with appointments to King Regis resided in to get their turn with the monarch already.

His opinion with guard duty, regardless of the place, was the same --- boring and uneventful; however, his professionalism shined despite his thoughts, especially in more important cases like this. He simply stared straight head, hands clasped behind his back, appearing as if he was ignoring every gossiping words escaping the lips of the others, yet these guys weren't really trying hard to hide their whispers,

'king regis has yet to marry a new queen! don't you think that's scandalous?'

'perhaps he simply loved his wife too much to move on to another?'

'love?? you're joking, right? why on earth would love fall in the equation for a kingdom?'

'have you seen that kingsglaive guard? they really pick the rats of the nation, don't they?'

'shhh! and don't look at him! what if he hears us?!?'

'he's not paying attention, dearie. you know the type.'

‘isn’t that his son over there?’ 

‘who -- oh, he does look like him, doesn’t he? that attire is quite dreadful!’

Man were these guys annoying, but he's been through worst situations; however, he's been feeling a set of eyes lingering on him longer than these stuck-up bastards for a few minutes now, and he broke decorum enough to glance at the suspected direction.

The Crown Prince?

Perhaps he was waiting for his father to finish his duties? Nyx didn't know why he was looking at him of all people, though. The uniform? The fact that he was next to the entrance of the throne room? He didn't voice out these questions, instead meeting eye contact with Noctis as he rose an eyebrow, a silent question.

     Really? Did he think that Zenos was that stupid? He grabbed Noctis by the throat, tugging him close so that they were face to face and a wicked smile spread across it.

A folded note was left on Noctis’ pillow and Prompto could be found nowhere inside the Leville.