#noxoracle

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      ❝ Of course I will help you, Your Highness. ❞

      She has come all the way to tell him the time for now the only heir of the Lucii take the throne has finally come. As the Oracle, Lunafreya must talk with the gods so that they can reconize him as the KING—- meaning having their blessing as well. She will help Noctis whenever she can, of course.

      ❝ It is MY DUTY after all. ❞

Noct couldn’t believe he was actually doing this.  When he woke up this morning he was a simple mechanic that did hunting jobs on the side and now he was the bloody heir to the throne.  With a longing look back at the garage Noctis sighed before looking back at Lady Lunafreya.  He may not want this but Cid raised him not to run away from his responsibilities-which now apparently was an entire kingdom.

   ✘ – ; Once the blonde haired female apprached her, Illya recognized          her face almost instantly. The Oracle. Who in the entirety of Eos         did not knew that woman after all? Lady Lunafreya was someone         comparable to a celebrity in the whole kingdom.                With a small nod, the raven haired woman looked at the Oracle,          offering a faint grin. “Hello. What is someone like you doing around here?”

To say Aranea was displeased to be sent to Tenebrae would be an understatement; she was not made for political and bureaucratic tasks – she was made for the field, damnit. But she was paid for the Empire to do their bidding, at least for now, and therefore she dragged a handful of her own men and departed to the city.

The place was pretty, she’d give them that; nature seemed to be particularly fond of Tenebrae and she enjoyed the climate too, thinking it almost the best place to wait for her final days… If she ever reached such an old age, of course. But Aranea pushed these thoughts aside as she walked towards the Fleuret mansion, her armor producing soft clinking sounds and attracting all sorts of reproachful looks from the long-time servants of the former ruler family.

The dragoon had left her helmet behind; there was no use for it in civil grounds, after all. She paused only once to ask for the directions needed to the Oracle’s chambers, and then followed swiftly to her destination – knocking twice and allowing herself inside. Her last assignment told her only that Ravus was not available to accompany his sister on her trips for medicinal purposes; and that Lunafreya, as the Oracle, was to be guarded by an outstanding imperial officer whenever she intended to set foot outside the mansion.

Such a pretty bird in a pretty cage, Aranea thought.

                skin warms, and he can’t help the slight flutter of his heart at the sight of her. it had been a long time since he had seen her in person. head ducks to hide his embarrassment, as his lip catches between his teeth. he rubs anxiously at the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. he pulls on the strands gently, a feeble attempt to center his thoughts.           ❛  i’m glad that you’re......it’s good to see you.  ❜

  “...Its...”

Squints at the shadow above them.