#kingxlight

❝Your Majesty?❞ Luna glances behind her; not a sound from the empty hallway. ❝...Yes. Quite alone. I hope I am not intruding.❞

 Even at this odd hour, she is well put-together. Her hair is intricately braided, her nightgown ornate yet comfortable. She is clearly made up for sleep - but sleep does not always come easy to the Oracle. Odd dreams often plague her, and that is to say nothing of the duties that keep her mind busy. Usually a warm cup of tea is enough to put her out for a while, but alas, her stock in her personal chambers had run low. 

This was something he didn't expect, but he was going to use it to his advantage. Grabbing the arms of the chair, the King leans in and glares at the man as he looks him over before nodding. Good, this should work.

"You are going to stay here and away from trouble while the Emperor is here." Though he agreed to a treaty of peace, Ardyn did NOT approve, but Regis had little to no choice, and after all, he finally had a chance of revenge for Ardyn making him take a vacation, that, and no way in hell was he going to let Ardyn grab the Emperor's attention.

Ardyn rolls his eye. He doesn’t see why Regis is so against him helping! Having someone else on hand to distract the Emperor doesn’t seem like a bad idea to him after all. The old man would never be against a group of lovers after all. 

“Fine! I’ll be a good boy for the treaty,” He groused. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna help later. Even if it is as simple as giving you a break from his royal loony-ness’ attentions.” 

He flops his head back onto the chair and chuckles. It’s almost funny, how annoyed the king can get over people trying to help him. Even Somnus was more willing to delegate than Regis.

"You see nothing."

╣Crowe had been a member of the glaives for a few years now, kept off the front lines, and away from the guard for higher ranking officials. She understood why, she was young, naïve and inexperienced in their eyes, as if she hadn’t grown up in the midst of the real war. Unlike all of these people sitting comfortable and safe behind the walls of Insomnia.

Perhaps she was a little bitter.

But she never let it interfere with her work, she was good at her job and had proven her worth from day one. She knew when to turn it off and on, when to push her own feelings aside for the task at hand.

Usually, that is.

She’d been placed on the King’s personal guard for once, something the glaives were only ever tasked with when visiting officials arrived from the Empire, or if the King was leaving the safety of he palace. She knew it was an honor to be given this task, but as she listened to him discuss the ceasefire with his shield, she wanted nothing more than to scream.

Had the king forgotten everything he’d promised her people?

Without realizing it she’d heaved a sigh at the mention of withdrawing more troops from the border, noticing only too late that it wasn’t internal at all. Her brown eyes widening slightly she bit the inside of her cheek, waiting for the King to say something.

Lunafreya sighed quietly, looking from the medicine that smelled to much of artificial bubblegum back to the King himself. She knew her manners and knew she should listen to him but she was still a child. Luna scrucnched up her nose, pulling her tiny moogle plush up to cover her face. 

Noctis didn’t care about the other Kings and Queens. They were long dead and owed him nothing. His father though...his father was another matter. His father was supposed to be honest with him. He wasn’t supposed to keep something so huge from him.

“Fifteen years.” He repeated, his breath catching in his throat. His father had known...since he was five...that he was going to die. That he was supposed to sacrifice himself to fix something that had happened thousands of years before he was even born. He had known...all this time...and he hadn’t said anything.

It was like a punch to the gut and he found himself struggling for breath.

He had wanted to believe that his grandfather had been lying. Mors wasn’t exactly known for his benevolence, after all.