#noctlunaweek2017

           …And so, I’ve taken to tending the garden outside my room to help the flowers grow all over the palace grounds. Do you think that is too lofty a goal? Luna’s last words were etched in a fine print on the left page, with a few blue petals from a sylleblossom pressed onto the paper. His next entry was supposed to go on the right page, but he wasn’t sure on what to write now. Of course he thought it was awesome that Luna was getting into growing the flowers more; He’d always had a soft spot for the blooms and loved how excited she got about them. He was just stumped with what else to add after encouraging her. Plus, he had to hurry up and get to his school work and etiquette lessons. Man, being a Prince was hard…

           That’s when the idea struck him and he hurriedly started to scribble down his answer. He consciously had to concentrate on not smudging his words or going too wild with his letters in his excitement. After a good couple of minutes, he put down his pencil and read over his entry to make sure there weren’t any errors. His young advisor Ignis was constantly drilling that into the poor boy’s head.

           I think that’s awesome, Luna! I’m sure your manor will look all the more beautiful for it! But I do have a question for you: What do you think it’d be like if we switched roles with each other? As in, you being the Princess of Lucis and heir to the Power of Kings, and me being the Prince of Tenebrae and Oracle-In-Training?

           Whistling quietly to Umbra who immediately sat up from his curled-up position on the floor next to the prince’s bad, Noctis secured the journal to the dog’s back within the satchel he carried. Giving him a good few rubs on the head, Noct sent Umbra on his way and got ready for the day. He was eager for once to head off to do his duties and even greeted Ignis with a cheerful hello, leaving the young advisor baffled as to what had happened to the boy…

           A few days passed and Noctis was stretching out his shoulder after a particularly brutal training session with Gladiolous, his combat instructor and would be Shield, in his room. Just for once he wished the older teenager would go easier on him. He was such a jerk and Noct didn’t like him one bit. How did his dad and Clarus get along so well when he and the son couldn’t? His grumblings were interrupted by a loud bark and he excitedly jumped off his bed to throw open the door to his balcony. “Umbra!” The large black dog greeted him with a whine, a few licks, and nuzzles as he was ushered into the prince’s room. Noctis had soon stopped questioning how a dog could always appear on his doorstep miles above the city and now waited in anticipation for whenever the canine would return. The young boy immediately grabbed out the journal from Umbra’s bag after he gave the messenger some water to drink and flipped to where he knew Luna’s answer would be.

           Truthfully, I’ve often wondered the same thing, Noctis. I know you wouldn’t be able to inherit the powers of the Oracle, as only the women in my family can, but hypothetically, let’s say you can. It would be a lot of prayers and devotion to the gods, and it involves nothing but the upmost respect for the traditions of the position. Plus, there’s the regular lessons on etiquette and school as I’m sure is the same for you. But, it is nice to have people rely on you and be there to help you with your duties. My mother isn’t around much to help me with the preparation, but when she is, it’s some of the most treasured time I have with her. Although enough of me; what would it be like to be a Princess of Lucis?

           Noctis sat rereading her words for almost five minutes, tracing his hand over the elegant letters, before he remembered he was supposed to write a response back. Quickly grabbing his pen from his desk, he sat back down on his bed to contemplate what words to say to Luna. Truth be told, her position was not all that different from his. That would be a boring thing to say back, so he decided to do the same as she did, and just describe his life. He started putting the words down, his pencil scratching out across the paper at regular intervals.

           It’s almost the same as you, Luna, except both men and women in my family can inherit the Power of Kings. We’ve got a few more Kings then Queens, but they’re all still pretty important to upholding the Wall and looking over the people. There’s a lot of combat training with the Crownsguard, learning about the past of our kingdom and other countries, and being taught what it means to be a royal. And yeah, the education stuff is the same here along with people being there to help me, even if they don’t rely on me that much. My dad’s really busy too, but he does read me bedtime stories whenever we can and we always have fun in our car rides together. So I guess, we’d be pretty similar even with our roles reversed, huh?

           Sighing, Noct was stumped again. He said all that he could, but should he add something else? He was back to tapping his pen against his temple, lost in thought.

           “Your Majesty! It’s time for our tutor session!” It was Ignis at the door and Noct was shocked that he had lost track of the time.