a king's glaive

(✿◡‿◡) *places a sylleblossom in ur hair* ❤

       ❝ …….. ❞

       ❝ You plucked this from the gardens on your way in, didn’t you? ❞

❝ What matters is that I thought of you when I plucked this beautiful sylleblossom~ ❞ 

Where there is water, still and calm, there is solace. Unlike those above, the plants and animals that have made the lake their home do not have to fear or worry about the pressures that humans face. They are lucky, but surely they’ve their own problems that humans cannot comprehend.

But it is thoughts like these that make her realize how lonely she had been. Quite soon, she is sure she’d start talking to these lake habitants. More often, she found herself retreating to this very spot anyways–one that only few knew she to be at if “lost”. 

       Nyx…when will I get to see you again? 

Their world rebuilding had led to prolonged separation and hindered communication. She understood that and was prepared to not see her loved ones from Lucis for a while. And yet… she continued to miss him so, so much. The last they saw one another, they had been separated by their duties. And it felt as though they were saying goodbye to one another–for good. It wasn’t until she had been told by Noctis towards the end of the fight that the glaive was indeed. . still alive. Ever since, she had waited. And waited. And waited.

She would travel to Lucis herself. She’s done it before. But her current physical state was still weakened and recovering, her wound not yet healed enough. . It was unsafe for her to go. Only a little longer, she would continue to say, day after day.

Two hours had passed by the lakeside now, and the air was getting a bit cooler. She slowly stood and brushed off her dress as she prepared to leave. There was a bit of rustling from down the rubbled path, which she paid no mind to. It could have just been the breeze ruffling the leaves or Maria coming to whisk her back to the Manor.

       ❝ Don’t worry, Maria. I was just about to head back– ❞

But a low, throaty sound was the first hint that it wasn’t who she thought it to be. She turned to see now and was greeted by the most unexpected surprise of all.

                                                   ❝ It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? ❞

She could not believe her eyes nor her ears. That voice. This man. The very one that constantly occupied her mind–that teased of his coming in her dreams –

       ❝ Nyx…? Is that…really you? ❞

Slow, cautious steps were taken towards him, as if rushing would somehow make him leave. She had barely noticed the bouquet despite him holding it up; her gaze was too fixated on him. To be sure that he was no mere figment of her longing imagination, she reached a hand out.. And very gently, she touched his cheek and cradled his stubbled jaw in her palm. The tears began to flow then.

       ❝ It has been – ❞ her voice shook, causing a hitch here and there. ❝ –way too long! ❞

All ounce of propriety was tossed aside in her surge of excitement and relief. She immediately threw her arms around and embraced him tightly, fearing he’d somehow disappear if she didn’t. And of course. . she pulled him down closer so that she could press a sweet kiss upon the lips she had so missed.

       ❝ I’ve been waiting for you, my knight. ❞

Understood, Nyx-I-never-never-listen-to-my-captain-Ulric?

                                         A year like this passes by so strangely,                                         somewhere between sorrow and bliss.

Once upon a night, the princess attended a grand party atop a royal rooftop. It overlooked Insomnia, the crowned city that sung of swords and sorcery. But she was not afraid of magic, nor did she run at the strike of midnight. Instead, she stayed and found him. 

He was no fairytale prince–no, he was no prince at all. But he was oh so charming. She was drawn to him, intrigued beyond politeness. Over time, she quietly came to thank their arrangements–that as princess and guard. It was what allowed their rendezvous to eventually become a bit of a tryst. However brief these moments would be, they would always be near and dear to her heart.

       ❝ N y x.. ❞ 

She whispered his name, sighing softly thereafter. Then she took his hand and nestled her cheek within his palm, seeking warmth despite his callused skin. 

       ❝ Won’t you continue to stand by me? ❞

Defiance laced her nerves like never before. As her eyes met his, the thought of wanting to be closer began clouding all prior resolve for her position. To hell with the cinderella stories, she wanted to say. To hell with the expectations for marriage. They were an arrangement made by her captors after all. She was no child. She was a lady, capable of living and loving beyond their heedful eyes.

This princess just never expected she’d have fallen for a knight. Her knight, now.