Prompto swallowed and took a deep breath, rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet. He repeated the actions again, and again... and one more time for good measure. It was just a door. He could open a door. No problem. Of course that was no problem.Â
    The problem was who awaited him on the other side of said door. And she was a little scary. Aranea Highwind, Queen, leader of the military-there were a fair amount of titles attached to her name. She was in charge of Prompto’s division, and though he technically was part of the King’s personal guard, Noctis’ wife, Aranea, was in charge of training the majority of the military members.Â
    Noctis had assured Prompto there would be no problem. Aranea was fond of him, or so Noctis had said, and she merely wanted him to improve his skills using other weapons. He was an extremely skilled gunman, but his proficiency with other weapons was a bit lackluster. And so he’d agreed to the private training, for Noctis’ sake. He wanted to protect his King to the best of his ability, and even after all these years, he still felt lucky to be a part of his personal guard. To think, someone like him would be in the palace all the time, protecting someone so important...
    And it wasn’t as though he didn’t like Aranea. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She was extremely talented, strong and powerful. He knew he’d be learning from the best. To top it all off, she was also jaw-droppingly gorgeous, beautiful enough to stop any man in his tracks, and Prompto certainly wasn’t immune. But she was married to his best friend...
    He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. None of that mattered right now. She was going to be training him to be better, and he was going to give it his all. He couldn’t hesitate any longer.Â
    Swinging the door handle open, he stepped into the training room. “Your Highness,” he said, bowing, “I’m here for the extra training!” A determined smiled was plastered on his face, ready to begin.