A place to lean on

by Tsu_Yume

Summary:

Orphaned twice over, Prompto was snatched from the quiet common life he’d known, and raised to the position of Prince of the Imperial Empire of Niflheim. In over his head and Prince only in name, he was subjected to the cruel whims of the Imperial Chancellor. Until one day, his meeting with the Oracle allowed him the chance to become friends with the mysterious Lucian Prince and hopefully bring peace to the Star.

Notes:

• For GuineaGoon.

Hihi, this is my gift to you GuineaGoon (＠＾◡＾)

For the prompt: I would love to see a Prince Prompto AU!

This is the story of Prompto growing up and shaping his own path in his sudden life as the only Prince of Niflheim.
It turned out way longer than initially planned, but I hope you'll enjoy it!

Chapter 1: I'm crying

It's October 25th of the year 735 M.E. The chief of Magitek research Verstael Besithia has been working on a new way of creating Magitek troopers using clones, as regular people didn’t cut it anymore. To his delight tests have been going well and a new batch of clones has been born. One of them with the unit code N-iP01357/05953234 imprinted on his wrist.

However the research got cut short as he reached his demise. On May 3rd 736 M.E. the First Magitek Production Facility was raided by Lucian troops in a mission to wipe out all MT facilities. Unit N-iP01357/05953234 was taken along after one of the troops saw his weakened near lifeless form on a cold metal table. He became the only child rescued as the facility got destroyed with Verstael and his research still inside.

As the Lucians reached the Vogliupe region, dropships caught up to them and a fierce battle started with the MTs that dropped down. While the MTs were defeated one by one, so were the Lucians. Eventually one of them managed to make it out with the baby in their arms. A small town with a population of only a few hundred was nearby, so the Lucian rushed over before the MTs would inevitably catch up. Knowing it would be hard to keep the baby safe they left it on one of the doorsteps, before turning back to help the last of their troops. None of the troops returned to Lucis, but the news regarding the end of the Magitek research did. A glimmer of hope appeared.

The following morning the baby was found and left with the Argentums, a young couple from Tenebrae. He received the name Prompto and lived a simple but rather lonely life. His adoptive parents loved him dearly, but worked in the palace as council members and thus were often gone. The older he became the less he got to see them. But they made sure to be there for every birthday and holiday, always left him enough food or money to get by and his neighbours were kind enough to help out when he ran low on anything.

Though he got along with his neighbours, he never made real friends. His quiet nature and status as an orphan kept any children his age from talking to him. Despite Prompto having lived in the town all his life, not looking like the Argentums at all made it rather obvious he did not belong. The Argentums also weren’t the most popular as they stood out with their brown hair and still slightly present accent.

Prompto, however, was by no means a sad child, finding joy and brightness in the smallest things. His smile rarely left his face, and when needed he found solace in taking care of the strays he found. He always left food out for them and patched them up when they were wounded. On other days he loved checking out the books in his father’s study, reading about far off places, strange animals, green lands, kings and palaces and asked about what he read when his dad was home. He dreamt of seeing these one day, especially the chocobos and mysteries of Lucis. His parents supported these dreams, telling him all they knew. When he was seven he found an old camera in his father’s study room. The moment his parents returned home he had asked if he could use it and his dad had smiled, telling him to keep it as he would be happy for the boy to explore more hobbies.

From that day on he never stopped taking pictures, dreaming of the day he could capture sights outside of Niflheim.

745 M.E. a few months before Prompto’s tenth birthday. His parents had called to let Prompto know they would be back soon. They had been gone for three months. But, this time, they never returned. While on their way home Shiva awakened in a rage, and one of the last Magitek infantries attacked her. After her defeat, her corpse was left outside the imperial capital in Ghorovas rift. The blizzard that followed wiped out everything in her vicinity, including the Argentums.

—

Prompto had been worried. They should've been back five days ago, but not a word had reached him and no response had come. The morning of the sixth day there was a knock on the door. 

It couldn't be his parents. They had a key and he wasn't expecting anyone else either. A feeling of dread settled in his stomach as he straightened his glasses and moved to open the door. The moment he looked up he knew the feeling was not unfounded. There, in front of him, stood three men, heavily clad in uniform.

The man nearest to him spoke up. "Mr Prompto Argentum, right?" 

"Uh- Yes… sir?" Prompto was shaking now, unable to blink, barely able to stand, let alone respond. He was clutching the door handle like his life depended on it. These men were huge and their gazes stern. They obviously came from the Palace.

"May we come in?" 

A few seconds passed after which Prompto finally blinked, the question having reached his brain. "Oh, eh- yes, come in."

 

He quickly turned around and walked them over to the living room, letting them choose where to sit or stand, before taking a seat himself, furthest away. To his surprise only the biggest man, the one that had addressed him, took a seat, the other two still standing behind him.

"Eh, won't- " 

"Don't worry about it, we're here on business and it won't take long." The man answered before he could even finish his question.

"If you say so." Prompto muttered, not fully convinced. "So, what is it you're here for? My parents aren't back yet." 

"That is why we're here." He paused for a moment looking directly into Prompto's eyes before continuing. "I'm sorry to inform you, kid, but they passed away." 

Silence settled between them, the temperature seemed to drop instantly and time came to a standstill. Dead… his parents were dead, that's why they weren't home yet, why he hadn't been able to reach them. His hands slowly balled into fists, clenching his pants, his shoulders started shaking and his gaze turned down. Eventually a small sob escaped him as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

Even if he hadn't seen them much, he still loved his parents and they loved him. But now he was truly alone.

 

The man gave him a few minutes before continuing. "Now, no one was aware of the Argentums having a son. You aren't documented anywhere and they never talked about their personal life. This means you won't be responsible for the funeral, but there’s also no will or other documentation making you eligible to inherit anything, including this house."

"What? But where will I live then? I have no other family or friends, I have… no one." His voice drifted off, tears now spilling freely as reality started to set in. How could this be? He was their son right? Adopted, yes, but still their son. How could he not be?

The man went on, as if he hadn’t heard Prompto. "Despite you not being documented as such, you are the Argentums' son, as the information we gathered suggests. You are noted as such in their contacts and they had pictures with you in their possession. That’s why we are here. They were an important part of our council and a great loss to the country. As such you will be coming with us to the Palace where it'll be decided what next steps will be taken."

"Me? To the Palace?"

"Yes, so you better gather anything you don't want to let go of as we will be going right away." 

"Wha- "

"Now." The man clearly gave him no room to question more. He was left with no other option.

 

Prompto lifted his glasses to quickly wipe his tears away and almost tripped as he ran up to his room. He grabbed a duffel bag from his closet, throwing in some clothes. He didn't have many personal possessions, but couldn't forget about the chocobo plushie on his bed and the camera he got from his dad. He also made sure to take the box with all his picture rolls.

Before going back he peeked into his parents' room, there was a small chest in their dresser he knew of. Prompto had never dared look as it seemed important and he was not one to pry. He walked over and took out the chest, placing it in his bag carefully between some of his clothes before rushing back down to join the men.

They wordlessly walked him to a dropship sitting in an open area at the edge of the town. 

He had never flown before, never left town before, but despite all of that he fell asleep the moment they took off, exhaustion taking over.

—

Prompto had no idea how much time passed, but he awoke with a start when the dropship abruptly landed. He was immediately led out of the ship by the three men. As they walked he took in all he could. Tall glass and concrete buildings as far as the eye could see, train tracks crossing through them, a massive building floating above it all and in the far distance he could just see the mountains that surrounded everything. They had arrived in the city in the crater, Gralea. It felt cold and uninviting, way different from his small town, and despite it being massive there were no people to be seen.

The men guided him to a car that brought them to the entrance of a building which looked like it was floating. Prompto was now pretty sure it must be the palace. There were big doors at the bottom leading into an elevator that brought them all the way up. The entire way he was trembling from nerves. He had not seen even one pair of welcoming eyes. The only other people he had seen thus far being a bunch of armour clad guards that could just as well be the empty machines he was told about.

After what felt like hours, but must have been only a few minutes they stood in front of a set of giant ornate black doors. The big man knocked and about thirty seconds later came a response. The voice sent cold shivers down Prompto’s back. He didn’t get a chance to turn around or protest as the man held a card in front of some device and the doors opened. 

Slowly they walked into the big circular Throne room. It was dark and cold, the only light coming from some spots in the ceiling, a few lights on the walls and the spots on the floor which led to the Throne at the back of the room. Just like everything else thus far, it was all metal and concrete, with the only exception the banners on the ceiling, the carpet and the throne the emperor was seated in, all of it in the colours red, white and gold.

The moment Prompto noticed the emperor looking at him he averted his gaze, choosing to look at his feet instead. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to go home, and wished his parents had made it back.

 

“Your Excellency, we have brought you the Argentum’s son.” The man said, taking a bow. Prompto quickly followed, bowing clumsily.

“Thank you commander.” The emperor spoke slowly, he seemed old and tired with his sharp features and a surly look. His heavy robes made him seem bigger than he probably was. Prompto, however, did not wish to get closer to confirm. 

As Prompto was fixated on the throne he did not notice the sudden presence of another man stepping out from the shadows.

“Why yes, thank you, commander .” A sickeningly jovial voice came from their left. Prompto recognised it as the voice that welcomed them in earlier as the same shivers ran up his back again. The owner of the voice made his way over to the stand by the side of the emperor. “Prompto, I presume?” It was phrased as a question, but sounded more like a statement; too sarcastic, too knowing.

“Uh- Yes… sir.” Prompto wrung his hands together before firmly grasping the sweatband on his right wrist. Now that he got a good look at the man, he was dressed eccentrically in heavy clothing with seemingly random patterns, a fedora resting on his crimson hair, and amber eyes that seemed to see right through him.

“Tsk tsk, no need to call me sir . Ardyn Izunia, Chancellor of Niflheim, and pleased to make your acquaintance. Do call me Ardyn.”

“A- if I may ask, why am I here... Ardyn?”

“Now now boy, I would almost think you were scared of me.” The crimson-haired man said in mock offence. “We welcomed you here out of the goodness of our hearts. As we understand, you do not happen to have any family or a place to stay, do you?”

“No si- Ardyn.” He responded quietly.

The man kept looking straight at Prompto, as if inspecting him and then turned to the emperor, whispering something in his ear. A few minutes passed, Prompto becoming increasingly more uncomfortable before they turned to face him again. 

“We have a proposal for you.” Ardyn spoke first, with a theatrical flourish. “The emperor happens to be in need of an heir .”

Prompto stood stunned, eyes growing wide and hands stopping their fumbling. “You- do you mean…?”

“Prompto Argentum, I appoint you the name of Prompto Aldercapt, my son, Crown Prince of Niflheim. You’ll be receiving royal training until deemed ready for a public appearance.” The emperor said without any discernible emotion. Ardyn just kept grinning. It was unnerving, but there was nothing Prompto could do besides accept.

“Thank you, your Excellency.” He took a bow and let himself be led away to his chambers.

Chapter 2: Waiting for

Over two years had passed by slowly. Prompto recently turned twelve and while none of his birthdays since becoming a Prince had been celebrated, each birthday he went through his photos. He recounted the memories of his life, his parents, the local strays and the elderly neighbours. Despite him now having the name Prompto Aldercapt and being addressed as ‘ your Highness’ , he was still Prompto Argentum. The boy who loved chocobos and photography with the dream of seeing the magical place called Lucis.

He had been told that the following week his official announcement of being the Crown Prince of Niflheim would be broadcast across Eos. For the entire two years they had been preparing him, he received special classes in posture, formalities, duties and Niflheim history. And just a few weeks ago he had also started weapons training, for self-defence he was told, but he knew better. As he had read many of the books in his dad’s study he knew things were left out regarding Lucis and Tenebrae, he had however quickly learned not to ask about it.

All this time he had been kept in Zegnautus Keep, stuck to his chambers or the few rooms where his lessons took place. Surrounded by cold lights, metal and concrete, Prompto grew bored. He was allowed books to read, but information regarding places outside of Niflheim was minimal. He hoped that after his announcement he would get the chance to go out, maybe one day join one of the flights to Tenebrae or Altissia. He held little hope for Lucis, however, as the war was not yet over, but it refused to fully fade especially as mentions of peace treaties had fallen on his ears. Since the attack by Shiva no move had been made by Niflheim or Lucis. As far as Prompto could deduce, both sides were focused on protecting its people.

 

“Rise and shine, your Royal Highness.” The conniving voice of Ardyn made its way into Prompto’s chambers. “It is but a beautiful day for a celebration wouldn’t you say?” 

Prompto couldn’t say, as almost none of the rooms had windows, including his chambers. He saw frighteningly little of the sky and the times he could look outside it was usually grey anyway. He could count on his fingers the amount of times he had felt the urge to capture anything here on camera. But still he responded with a small fake smile “It sure is…” 

“Now what’s this your Highness? I would almost dare say you’re… dejected? You better show a proper smile or we are going to have a problem.” Ardyn purred with a grin before he turned around and left with a small wave. 

Prompto carefully got up, making sure Ardyn was fully gone before walking over to the robes hanging in front of his closet. They consisted of several layers, the first layer being grey pants and a high-collared button up vest, then a thick white robe with red accenting and rims fastened with a tacky gold belt, on top of that a long red cape and lastly heavy grey boots and cuffs around his lower arms. He hated the outfit, but it wasn’t like he could tell anyone. He got changed as quickly as he could before making his way to the throne room. 

As he arrived he saw Ardyn already standing by the side of the emperor, once again whispering in his ear. Prompto had not been able to trust the chancellor since day one, no matter how nice the man would act. Luckily he wasn’t faced with him often with the man constantly away on “business” as he called it. In total Prompto had only seen him a dozen times or so and had immediately learned to either stay quiet or agree with what he was told. 

“There you are your royal Highness, you certainly look dashing in those robes.” Ardyn spread his arms joyfully, a grin spreading widely on his face. Prompto slowly makes his way over. When he reaches the throne he turns around and notices the cameras around the room, the chancellor now standing next to the one closest to them. “The broadcast will start shortly. I assume you remember what to say, your Highness.”  

Prompto forces himself to stay calm and respond in his most neutral tone “Of course, Chancellor.” 

 

The formal announcement was fully done from the throne room. Most of the talking was left to the Emperor, all Prompto had to do was step forward at the end and announce his name and title with a few words of gratitude. He was nervous, but everything went over without a hitch and he even remembered to smile. 

Once that was done he was led to a balcony a few levels lower in the keep with two guards and Ardyn guiding him while the emperor was several steps behind with his own entourage. Prompto had never been to these floors. There were no balconies where he stayed. It was brighter and open here and it had his eyes lighting up and a smile spreading on his face. He wished he had his camera with him, but before he knew it he was at the edge of the balcony looking out across the city of Gralea. Below him on the square stood hundreds of people, all looking up with surprise, hope, excitement and even some scepticism . There were more cameras among the crowd. During his two years in Gralea he had barely seen a dozen people. This was overwhelming. Prompto gulped the nerves down, looking around for a few more moments, taking it all in, before bringing back his smile and opening his mouth to speak. 

"People of Gralea, Niflheim and all across Eos! Today I have been formally introduced as the Crown Prince of Niflheim. However I am still Prompto, a former commoner, and thus wish to say this to my fellow people: I plan to bring back peace to Eos and bring the nations together to rule by each other's sides. I hope to stand with you and see this day happen."

He finished with a small bow. The people stayed quiet for a moment, seemingly stunned, before cheers erupted across the crowd.

As the Emperor took over to speak, Prompto got led back inside, Ardyn followed him with his eyes, mouth in a tight line. Despite the day being filled with celebrations for the people of Niflheim, Prompto could only return to his studies and training.

Another uneventful week passed until one morning an assigned caretaker came by. They handed Prompto a note before turning to the cabinet to prepare his robes.

Prompto was curious and carefully opened the seal, a royal blue seal with a sylleblossom sigil. He hadn't seen such a seal before. After he unfolded the letter and glanced over it he immediately read it again. This couldn't be real, right? Invited to Altissia for one week? Meeting Prince Ravus and the Oracle Lunafreya Nox-Fleuret? But, this letter was addressed to him, and it having been handed to him must mean he could go. 

The entire rest of the day he was distracted, thinking of what pictures he could take, what he would get to see, the questions he wanted to ask that were never answered by anyone here. He couldn't help but imagine the possibilities, despite knowing his every move would probably be monitored and freedom to go anywhere or talk to anyone limited.

Throughout the following days he was reprimanded and hurt often, but Prompto couldn't care less. All he needed was packed and the flight to Altissia would take off the next morning. No lessons, gruesome training, or reprimands for a week. Even the knowledge that Ardyn, who hadn't been around since the announcement, would come along couldn't kill his joy.

They arrived in Altissia sometime in the late afternoon the following day. The flight had been uneventful, and as the ship had no windows, Prompto had opted for sleeping. He usually had difficulty sleeping or sitting still, but it was either that, or listening to Ardyn and all his qualms with him. He had probably noticed Prompto was faking it, but stayed quiet.

The moment Prompto stepped out he immediately felt overwhelmed. Never before had he seen that much water. Everything was surrounded, canals, gondolas and bridges everywhere, and the buildings took his breath away. Houses and shops, all in light shades of brick, built in levels on top of each other. Nothing metal, sleek and straight but instead streets were following the path of the water, it felt natural and bright. On top of that people were smiling, playing music, painting, selling flowers and ice cream. Prompto wanted to reach for his camera and capture all the sights, but was swiftly shoved forward by Ardyn's hand on his back. All he could do was hope he would get a moment to go out.

 

They made it to the First secretary’s estate shortly. As they approached, big iron wrought gates opened up leading them into a massive front garden with a classic Altissian mansion at the end of the path. Prompto wasn’t given any time to take any of it in, being led to the ornate wooden front doors immediately. The moment they walked into the hall they were welcomed by first secretary Camelia Claustra. Prompto looked around for a moment, sad to notice Lady Lunafreya and Prince Ravus were nowhere to be seen. He had read a lot about them and had been looking forward to meeting them. 

Claustra gave a polite bow when they reached the centre of the hallway. “Welcome, your Excellency, Highness, and Chancellor, we’ve been awaiting your arrival,” she said, only directly looking at Emperor Ledolas and Prompto. Ardyn didn’t act as if he noticed and took the brief pause to speak up himself, “Why thank you first secretary, however, we were expecting a... How should I put it?” He made a show of stroking his chin while slowly looking past Claustra before continuing, “Grander welcome. Where, may I ask, are the Prince and Oracle?”

Claustra didn’t seem to let his tone phase her, answering in a diplomatic manner, “I am sorry to say they were unable to adjust their schedule on such short notice. Prince Ravus and Lady Lunafreya are currently preoccupied at the Cathedral. But they will be joining us for dinner tonight.”
Ardyn did not look pleased, but Prompto allowed a small smile to graze his lips. 

“Well then, if everything is clear, I will lead you to your rooms and give you some time to get settled. There will be an hour before dinner.”

“Very well. If you will, first secretary.” Ledolas responded and calmly followed as Claustra turned around to go up the stairs.

 

Prompto’s room came up first. It was located at the start of one of the wider hallways. When the door was opened and he stepped in he was welcomed by the nicest room he had ever seen. Despite the colour scheme of the estate being similar to that of Niflheim, a lot of black and white, with red and golden accents, it felt warm. Not cold, dark and lonely like he had gotten used to. There was no metal, instead he was surrounded by marble and wood and a lot of red carpeting and furniture. Almost every wall was adorned with beautiful paintings of landscapes and previous heads of state. Big windows let in the warm yellow rays of the sun, bathing every room, including the bedroom, in golden hues. This room was easily twice as big as the one in the keep, with a big king size bed against the far wall. Soft red sheets and a pile of pillows making it look very inviting. The windows led to a balcony that gave him a perfect view of Altissia and a chance to take a breath of fresh air between the probably packed schedule. To the left was a door leading to a private bathroom. It wasn’t very big, but he couldn’t wait to relax under the rain shower.

As Prompto continued checking out his room Claustra walked off to lead the Emperor and Chancellor to their respective rooms at the end of the hallway. Before following, Ledolas turned to Prompto with a cold expression on his face. “You better not embarrass us. Don’t allow anyone here to forget who we are.” Prompto’s face fell, but he stayed quiet, giving a small nod. He stood rooted to the spot until he could no longer hear any voices drifting through his door. 

 

After a quick shower and change to different robes, he let one of the guards lead him down to the dining room. Claustra was already awaiting them. She looked at Prompto with a soft smile and it felt to him like she could look straight through him. There was no chance for any words to be exchanged and whatever it was Claustra was about to say died on her lips as Emperor Ledolas and Ardyn approached. 

"My, I sure look forward to a good meal. The flight took a good deal out of us. Now, first secretary, have our dearest Prince Ravus and Lady Lunafreya arrived yet?" Ardyn said. 

Claustra's expression turned stoic once again as she clasped her hands in front of her. "They have. They will be with us shortly. In the meantime I welcome you to take a seat." 

 

Mere minutes had passed when the doors opened and the Nox Fleuret siblings walked in. 

Prompto had seen pictures of them both before, information on the Nox-Fleurets not being withheld from him. But they were several years older now than the info in his books, Prince Ravus being 20 and Lunafreya 16 years old. They were dressed in soft light-blue outfits; the Prince in long robes with silver accents, his shoulder length silver hair pulled back in a short ponytail and Lady Lunafreya in a flowing dress with a small sylleblossom pattern along the hem, her braided platinum blonde hair pulled up in a bun. Ravus looked on, his grey eyes cold and expression rather stoic, either not happy to be here or just not wanting to feign any emotion. Lunafreya however was smiling brightly and gave a small nod when she looked Prompto's way. He couldn't stop himself from turning red and, after returning a smile quickly, looked down at his food. 

"Excuse us for the delay, we are glad to see you have arrived safely, your Excellency, Highness." Prince Ravus said, looking directly across the room toward Ledolas and Prompto, ignoring the Chancellor pointedly. 

Ledolas stood as he spoke, and Prompto quickly followed the example "Glad you could make it, your Highness. Princess, please join us for this fine meal." 

As everyone took their seats again, Lady Lunafreya next to Prompto and Prince Ravus next to the Chancellor across from her, a small shiver ran over Prompto's back. Despite the smiles and nice food the atmosphere quickly turned cold. 

For several minutes it stayed quiet as all of them focused on their food, waiting for someone to break the silence. Despite his wishes to speak with the Princess, Prompto didn't dare, afraid of being reprimanded, something Ardyn seemed to take joy in. It didn't take much longer before the uncomfortably honeyed voice of the man spread across the table. "Now, it sure has been a while since I have last been here. I must say, Princess, you certainly have grown into a fine woman. I recall you recently took the job of Oracle upon yourself, after the tragic events four years ago. I sure hope it isn't too hard on you." 

The Princess froze and Prompto noticed her clenching her fists under the table. He swallowed slowly as Ravus put down his cutlery with slightly more force than necessary, cold eyes glaring in the man's direction. It took her at least ten seconds before she carefully responded with a slight tremble in her voice. "Thank you, Chancellor. It certainly has not been easy, but I take my duty seriously and pride myself in this position. It is with great joy that I help the people." 

He seemed content with whatever he could see and the conversation carried on. None were able to relax however and Prompto tuned out, focusing on his food and opting to only react if his name were to come up, which it didn't. When he looked to his right he noticed lady Lunafreya had decided to do the same, she gave a small smile in his direction, putting her finger to her lips signalling him to stay quiet. 

The evening carried on much the same and by the time he got to return to his room he went straight to sleep, the day's events having drained him of all energy.

Chapter 3: Strangers

It was evening and the sun was just about to set. The sky was a beautiful mix of purples and blues, but Prompto didn't feel the need to take a photo, having seen this sky from the same window and same balcony for three days in a row. Three days they had been here, and not once had he been allowed out. Not once had anyone visited him either. 

 

*Knock knock*

Neither Ledolas nor Ardyn would knock politely, barging in to demand he show up for meetings whenever, his privacy having just as little value here as it did in Niflheim. As realisation settled in, Prompto jumped up from the chair at his window and rushed to open the door just to stand face to face with-- "Lun- Lady Lunafreya, wha- why are you...?"

"Good evening Prompto, could I come in? I'm not sure how long the guards will be out for." She showed a sheepish grin and gestured to her left, where his guard laid seemingly fast asleep and rather... Cold?

"Oh... Yes- come in." Prompto stepped aside and Lunafreya walked over to the chair where he had sat just seconds ago.

"So- uhm, to what do I owe the pleasure, Lady Lunafr- ?"

"No need to be so formal, Prompto. Just call me Luna." 

"Ah- yea, okay, I can do that." His shoulders lowered and he made himself comfortable on the chair opposite Luna.

 

"So, why are you here and my guard laying out cold?"

Luna let out a small giggle, "Straight to the point, are we?" She sat up a bit straighter. "I am here because I wanted to speak with you and the guard is out like that because Gentiana helped me. She’s keeping watch for me. They would never let us talk in peace."

Prompto just sat and nodded. It's true, it didn't look like he would be given even a chance to talk to her unless they used force. But, who was Gentiana to be able to do that to a guard?

"So, Prompto..." 

He looked up, shaken from his thoughts by her voice, worry settled in his expression. What was she going to say? Why did she want to speak with him? It seemed she noticed his fear as her tone changed. "Don’t worry Prompto, I just wanted to get to know you better as I could already tell from the broadcast that you were different. And these past few days confirmed that.” 

“How- what do you mean different ?”

“Hm, I can’t fully put my finger on it, but you emanate an aura of kindness. Your speech... those lines were prepared for you, weren’t they?”

“Yes, they would never let me speak freely.”
“But still, you did. I don’t believe they would let you say something in the name of commoner Prompto, right after they crowned you. And the words sounded like they came from your heart, not a script. You spoke them with confidence.”

Prompto blushed a bit, scratching the back of his hand. “True, Ardyn was furious, but I meant every word.”

“Good, then I was right to come here. I want to ask you, what is it you want?”

What he wanted? He knew what he dreamt of and that he could trust her, but how could he answer this without sounding selfish? It was such a sudden question. 

 

“Hey- Prompto?” Prompto looked up into her eyes. She was staring straight at him with a warm smile and placed a hand over his. “It is alright. You don’t have to answer if it’s difficult. Instead I’ll go first. Have you heard of the prophecy?”

“You mean that old tale about the King who will bring back the light? My parents told me when I was little.”

“Yes, but it is not just some fairytale or bedtime story. The Astrals let me know that seven years ago the spirits of the old Kings of Lucis descended and King Regis was told that his son, my friend Noctis, 

is destined to bring back the dawn when the day comes.” Luna looked down, her expression turning solemn. 

“This prophecy, why did you ask if I know it, and who- “ He couldn’t finish his question. He felt stupid for not knowing, as clearly Noctis was important, but he had never before heard the name. He looked away, face red and waving his hands in confusion.

Luna luckily seemed to catch on. “You wish to know who Noctis is?”He nodded, leaving his hair to fall in front of his face, hoping it would mask his embarrassment.

“It’s alright, I will tell you everything. I know Niflheim is set on keeping people in the dark.”
Prompto was glad she understood and curiosity took over, his eyes sparkling. “Please tell me everything.”

“Gladly. I get it, you only know of Niflheim’s side of the war and don’t know of magic, the purpose of the Oracle or anything of Lucis?”

Prompto shook his head. “There’s little I know. I read the books in my dad’s study, and there’s a few I can borrow in the Keep, but there’s nothing recent and details are omitted. I know the line of Lucis has magic and the current King is Regis, that the Oracle is the bridge between the Astrals and Eos, and have been told Lucis and their power is the reason for this war.”

Luna looked at him with a sadness in her eyes. “I am a prisoner, but I fear you are too. I hope what I will tell you and offer you can bring not only me, but also you and everyone else freedom.”

 

She took a deep breath and started talking in a soft distant tone of voice. “Aeons ago the Starscourge plagued Eos. People were infected and turned into daemons, hunting other humans and upon being killed, darkened the skies. Bahamut, in a means to rid Eos of the Starscourge granted powers upon the Caelum family line. They would become the Rulers of Lucis, wielding the power of light to destroy the scourge and daemons. The Nox Fleuret line, in turn, got appointed as the line of the Oracle, to commune with the Astrals and hold the Starscourge at bay. The first King was told to protect the Crystal in wait for the chosen King. This King would be the one to wield the power of the Astrals and the previous Kings and rid Eos of the Starscourge and destroy the Adagium to bring back the light.” 

“And this chosen one has appeared and is Noctis?”

Luna nodded, “Yes, he doesn’t know the full extent of it all, but Regis, to protect him, created the Kingsglaive seven years ago, not to fight, but to protect. Niflheim seemed to not take it well and attacked him four years ago. That’s when we met.”

Prompto’s eyes went wide and he started practically jumping on his chair, “You met? What was he like? How old is he? I have never met anyone from Lucis!”

Luna laughed. “Calm down, I will tell you.” 

Prompto sat still, leaning forward, not wanting to miss a word.

“It wasn’t a happy meeting. He was eight at the time and had been gravely wounded, only surviving because he was protected in his dreams during his coma and brought to my mother in time. We got to talk. For a month he was with us... until we were attacked. My mom was killed, Ravus and I were brought here and Noctis returned to Lucis with King Regis. Our only contact these years has been through letters.”

All joy had left Prompto at this point. Niflheim had brought so much pain and ruin. This boy must have gone through a lot and was somehow meant to carry the weight of saving all of Eos. He wanted to talk to him, to help him, though he had no clue how.

“Letters? Wouldn’t they be intercepted? I can’t do anything without someone knowing.”

“True,” Luna showed a cunning grin. “But they can’t stop the Astral's messengers.” Two small dogs appeared from behind her chair, one black with a white stripe across its snout and one blond who was wagging its tail excitedly, immediately bumping its head against Prompto’s leg.

Prompto smiled, picking up the puppy to hug it, “Aaaw- who is this tiny one?”

“That is Pryna, and this one here- “ She gave the black dog who had come to sit quietly at her feet a pat. “is Umbra. They are divine messengers; not real dogs but magical creatures. They exist outside our reality, time, and space.”

“So they deliver letters?”

“Currently? Yes and no. Only Umbra relays my messages. Pryna communicates more often through dreams or visions.”

Prompto didn’t really understand, they seemed like normal puppies; adorable but nothing magical and he couldn’t help but keep petting Pryna and set her onto his lap.

Luna seemed to see through his confusion and his decision to not dwell on it. She untied the rope around Umbra to take out a notebook.

“Prompto, would you be willing to write to him? Become his friend?”

Prompto’s eyes became wide as he looked up at Luna, “Me? Write to- be friends with?”

“I fear lately Noctis has started to close himself off again. He barely tells me anything and it worries me. A friend his age, someone normal and bright, who might understand him better could be what he needs. Would you stand by him for me?”

“I wouldn’t- I would love to, but… “ Prompto shook his head, hand resting on Pryna’s head. “I am just Prompto, a Niff made into a Prince for politics, a fake. The Lucians hate us and they have every right to do so.” 

Luna looked almost offended at those words. “Part of that might be so, but it is precisely because you are a regular boy and know and understand the wrongdoings of your country that I believe you are the right person. You are kind, caring, bright, a normal boy with an open heart.” She reached out, taking Prompto’s hand in hers. “That’s what he needs, not some Prince, not someone else set on duty or politics, but a friend.”

Prompto fell silent, staring at Luna’s hands holding his. After several seconds he slowly nodded, a smile appearing on his face. If the other Prince needed a friend, Prompto would try. And if he were honest, he could use a friend himself, but that was just details. This is about Noctis.

Luna let go and clapped her hands together cheerfully. “Great, we could write and send the first letter now so you can see how it works!”

“Now? But- “

“I know, it’s sudden, and you don’t know what to write? Don’t worry, we can keep it simple. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm Noctis either.” She kept talking while grabbing the notebook she had placed on the table beside her.

“Ah- uhm, okay, is that--”

“This is the notebook Noctis and I use to talk, although...” She slowly opened the notebook and glanced at the last page that was written on and her face fell. “He really doesn’t disclose much with me anymore.”

Prompto couldn’t help but genuinely feel bad for her. It was obvious she cared greatly for the other Prince, and he really hoped he could help even if he had no clue where to even start. Now that he thought about it, he knew close to nothing, not even what he looked like.

Luna didn’t keep looking down for long, her smile quickly returning as she picked up a second notebook from behind her. She looked back at Prompto, now holding up two notebooks. “This is the notebook Noctis and I use.” She showed a small red notebook with a sylleblossom pattern engraved in gold on the cover. “And this-'' She held up the other, a dark blue notebook with a sunflower engraving. “Is the notebook I took the courtesy of preparing for you.” 

 

He sat frozen, staring down at the blank pages in front of him, pen in hand, brows knitted in concentration, but worry evident in his eyes. What should he say, what if this Prince wanted nothing to do with him? He couldn’t blame him if so. Prompto is, after all, nothing but a Niff, a fake prince. How should he even introduce himself? Noctis must have seen the broadcast, so he would know who he is, but would it be wrong to assume he did? It felt like hours passed by, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes when Luna tapped him on the shoulder.

“It’s okay, I mentioned you in my letter. He will know who you are and give you a chance. Don’t worry, just be yourself and it will be fine.” She gave a small nod in the direction of the empty notebook. “Take the time you need, Umbra will stay with you, once you’re done writing just tie it to his back with mine. He’ll know what to do next.”

Prompto fidgeted for a bit, looking from Luna to the notebook and then Umbra. “Luna uhm- I- thank you.” He looked back up at her and a small fond smile formed on his lips. 

“Of course. May I?” She held her arms open and Prompto stood up, returning the offered hug. It was a bit awkward, the chair in the way and the hug being a bit sideways, but it was the warmest Prompto had felt in years. A single tear escaped his eyes as he returned to sit down.

“I must go now, I am not sure how much longer the guard will be out for. Don’t worry about the letter or Umbra, I know when it is sent, it is normal for it to take several days… Or weeks.” She glanced to the side in slight disapproval before a small snicker escaped her. “Noctis can be a bit slow or forgetful. Well then, it was nice to meet you Prompto, I hope we will get more chances to talk.”

“Likewise Luna, thank you for coming by and all this.” 

They shared one last hug and Luna left with a small wave, Pryna following her. Umbra laid back down at Prompto’s feet as he returned to the still empty pages, now filled with determination to get the letter written by the end of the night. 

—

Two days later in Insomnia, Umbra arrived at the Citadel and sat waiting in one of the bedrooms, two notebooks tied to the rope around his back. Voices were approaching from the hallway, one calm and collected and one sounding younger and somewhat agitated. 

The door opened, the owner of one of the voices stepping into the room while the other stayed at the door. “Well then, your Highness, I will be back in two hours to go over the reports with you. Before that you better get your homework finished.” The bespectacled boy at the door said. 

“Yea, got it Specs.” The younger sighed while he placed his bag on the desk in the corner.

Specs closed the door and the boy turned to the bed. He looked ready to jump in and fall asleep within seconds. His eyes, a deep blue, looked tired and messy black hair framed his pale face. His expression barely changed when he noticed Umbra sitting at the foot of the bed. “Oh, Umbra, any news?” The boy reached over, releasing the rope and taking out the notebooks with one hand while petting the dog with the other. “What’s this?” He held up the dark blue notebook. They had only ever used one notebook, the red one, and it was still far from full. Why would there be another? Umbra let out a small bark, nudging the hand holding the red notebook, telling him to read that one first. “Okay, okay, but I better get answers you hear?” He sat down at his desk, Umbra laying down next to him, job done for now. 

The dark-haired boy opened the notebook. As always Luna’s neat handwriting filled the white paper, fine drawings of flowers filling the corners around it. The boy silently read over the content of the letter, barely taking it in. It was mainly more mentions of duties, the pushiness of her brother and small talk. He was glad she seemed to be doing well, but he didn’t want to hear more about how his short responses worried her. He honestly couldn’t help it. Not much happened and he did not feel like talking about his duties; he did that enough with Ignis and Gladio. He was fine, he could deal.

As he reached the end of the letter he noticed it was different from usual. He went back to re-read the last few lines. 

This week I got to meet a most intriguing young boy. As you might have noticed there is a second notebook. I do not know what he wrote to you, as whatever is written in that notebook will stay between you two. But, Noctis, I hope you give this boy a chance. His name is Prompto Argentum. He was recently announced as the Prince of Niflheim, however I wish you will not hold that against him. I believe that you could both use someone. 

Your friend, Luna

 

The Prince of Niflheim? Noctis immediately picked up the other notebook, opening it to the first page.

Nice to meet you, Prince Noctis. I am Prompto.

He couldn’t help but let a grin cross his face. This Prompto sure seemed direct and informal, a stark difference to anyone else around him. Noctis did remember the broadcast, though he hadn’t cared enough to pay attention, he could recall a freckled blond boy his age. He wondered if that had been Prompto. 

Luna couldn’t meet many people, only certain dignitaries and people of high standing screened by the Niflheim empire. It was rare for her to mention any of the people she got introduced to, let alone bring them in contact. If she hoped for them to get along, even adding another notebook, the kid better not be like other royals or Niffs.

He continued reading with the hope the letter would tell him more, if even one thing felt wrong he simply wouldn’t respond. Easy. 

I’m sorry, it’s a bit sudden and I don’t really know what to write. I don’t even know you, until just now I had never heard of you.

That had Noctis pause. Hadn’t heard of him? How? What did they teach him in the Empire? Wasn’t he their Prince?

Luna told me who you are and that you and I are around the same age. I hope we can get along. Though I do not have anyone to tell me how to be friends, so I will be in your care.
Your new PenPal? Friend? Buddy? Prompto

Ps. What is Lucis like?
Pps. Is magic really real? Can you use it?
Ppps. Have you ever seen chocobos? Tell me anything you know about them, I love chocobos! 

Noctis couldn’t hold back his laughter as he reached the end of the letter. He somehow could imagine the blond boy he had seen in the broadcast jumping up and down in excitement. Before he knew it he had picked up his pen. Guess the kid will be given a chance after all. For the first time in months he immediately responded.

Chapter 4: Snow flower

The trip to Altissia had come to an end a couple of days ago. Prompto was back in his room, tossing and turning under his blanket, wondering whether the other Prince would write back. He hadn’t been too direct, had he? What if he seemed too desperate? He had mentioned that he didn’t have anyone who could tell him how to be friends, how depressing was that? Luna had said it would be fine, but what if she was wrong? The last few days in Altissia they had been able to find a few more moments to meet and talk, during which she had told him more about the different regions, history, and the Astrals. They had gotten the chance to see the gardens and area surrounding the mansion, including the canal. Luna had used these moments to calm him down and tell him not to worry. But now that he was back in the Keep, cold and alone, he couldn’t not worry. 

He picked up his camera and started flipping through the pictures he had taken. Seeing the different flowers calmed him down a bit and as he reached a shot of the sunset over the canal he felt the foot of his bed dip. He looked up to see Umbra lying down looking tired. Prompto immediately scrambled up to loosen the rope holding the notebook. Only the blue one was here, the other must have been dropped off with Luna. He scooted back and opened the notebook to Noctis’s page. Prompto was surprised the other had written back. Though he had hoped, he had not expected a response. He immediately started reading, wanting to know whether the other Prince would accept his friendship.

Nice to meet you Prompto. This notebook was a surprise and I wasn’t sure about writing back, but for some reason I did. I am not certain how or if being friends will be possible, but we can try. 

Prompto sighed a breath of relief. It seemed the other Prince was somewhat wary, but Prompto couldn’t blame him for that. It surprised him that he wrote back at all and stuck to the same sort of tone Prompto had written with. Whatever Luna had said in her letter must’ve helped. He clasped his hands together in a small sign of thanks to her before continuing.

Your questions are funny and not what I expected. Also how is it you never heard of me, or I of you? 

His questions funny? Magic and chocobos were a serious matter! He let out a huff and looked at the answers Noctis had given him.

Lucis is big, with many different landscapes. I haven’t gotten out of Insomnia in years though.
Yes I can use magic.
I have seen chocobos, they’re big and smelly, but alright.

That was all? He really did keep his answers short. Also how can chocobos just be… Alright? How could he get him to talk more? He didn’t seem entirely opposed to or angry about a Niff trying to become friends with him, but there must be a way to get closer.

He grabbed a pen and opened the notebook to the next page, ready to write back. As soon as the tip of the pen hit the paper he hesitated. How friendly could he be and how much could he ask about Noctis or say about himself? He didn’t want to pry or make the other boy question his reasons, but he did hope to learn more.

He shook his head, forcing the intrusive thoughts away and let the pen move, choosing to start simple.

Hello Noctis. I’m glad you responded though I know being friends might be much to ask. My questions were serious, especially when it comes to chocobos. They’re serious business! Is it true that people can ride them? And magic really is real?! Is Insomnia big and are there a lot of people? Gralea is big, but I can count the people I met outside on one hand. I wish to know more, see more, but information from outside Niflheim is limited. What I know comes from my dad’s books, but they’re gone. They don’t tell me much here and never even mentioned you. You never heard of me because I didn’t grow up here but in a small town. I don’t know why I am the Crown Prince, only the Chancellor and Emperor do.

Could you tell me more? I will tell you whatever I can as well! You don’t have to. I get it if you don’t want to.

Prompto read over what he wrote a dozen times. He probably seemed too eager, but he really did want to know more. Just why did the Chancellor keep so much knowledge away from him? Hopefully Noctis would indulge him eventually, if only he could just go and see for himself. The blond read his words one more time before closing the notebook, he could keep re-reading but he couldn’t rewrite it even if he wanted to.

“Go, Umbra, and say hi to Luna for me okay?” He secured the rope around the messenger and let him go.

—

Time passed and the two boys grew closer through their writing. The day Noctis referred to Prompto as his best friend was etched in the blond's memories forever. He had been twirling around during his training session with the goofiest smile for a week. Any time Umbra would be waiting in Prompto's room with the notebook strapped to his back, the freckled Prince would brighten up and bounce to his bed, pen in hand, ready to write his next response.

Their conversations were rather mundane. Politics or duties were never mentioned, their focus being on their hobbies. They were the best part of his days. Prompto loved to hear about any new games and dreamed of playing them with the other Prince, only having access to an old handheld console with a mere three games himself. Lucis itself sounded grand and so alive to him, the culture vastly different. Both wanted to get away from their title and see more of Eos, living life in peace. Prompto hadn't been able to stop himself from laughing out loud when the other had mentioned his dream of fishing all around Eos. Meeting up had come up a few times, and despite the blond not wanting for anything more, they knew that the chances of that happening were slim. The war was far from over, and Niflheim, despite its depleting forces, refused to give up.
Luna had written a few times as well, and Prompto was glad to know she was doing well. It was nothing as excessive as the long letters between him and Noctis, but she did seem to enjoy teasing them about their ‘ relationship’ as she called it.

 

Over the course of two years tension had risen within the Keep. Everyone knew something big had to happen or Niflheim wouldn't be standing a year from now. Research had stalled, armies were falling, and the Emperor's health had been declining fast from the added stress. Prompto had overheard talk about some weapon that none of the researchers could figure out. It kept the boy on edge, as Ardyn showed up more regularly now, the eccentric man more often annoyed and tense. He kept a close eye on his training, be it royal or military.

 

One day Ardyn had come by and handed Prompto some machinery with an uncharacteristically kind smile.

"Your training has been going well, your Highness, and you seem skilled with your hands. I assume you don't mind some… New challenges? How about you try dismantling and reconstructing these weapons? Figure out how to improve on them."

The request had seemed odd to Prompto, but he didn't shy away from challenges and the machinery did intrigue him. He was able to do great with it in training even though he didn't like the idea of actually using them to kill. He knew that with some changes he could do even better and Ardyn wasn’t actually asking, so he accepted.

 

Months went by and Ardyn seemed thrilled with the improvements Prompto was making. Many different pieces of equipment made it through his hands, some of which he recognised, many he didn’t.
“Uhm, Sir, what is this?” Prompto asked, holding up the strange object he was just handed by the Chancellor.
“That’s for you to find out, dear Prince. Better get it to work so you’ll know,” Ardyn responded. “Chop-chop, get to it.”

Prompto knew the man wasn’t telling him everything. His tasks quickly grew in quantity and difficulty, and the blond knew he was making him work toward something big.

 

Sure enough, a few weeks later Prompto was taken to a massive facility just outside Gralea. As they made it inside researchers were running around, their grim faces showing that whatever they were working on wasn’t going well. When they spotted the young Prince and Chancellor, they ran forward and one of them, an older man with greying hair, spoke up. “Your Highness, Chancellor, to what do we owe the pleasure?” He didn’t seem pleased, moreso very tired.

“I would like to introduce to you a new researcher of the Diamond project.” Ardyn shoved Prompto forward, the boy nearly stumbling and small sounds of surprise filled the room.

“Me- what?’” 

“You heard it, you better help these people activate the Diamond project, as this will let us end this war.” Prompto couldn’t do anything other than agree to it, rarely before having heard such a venomous tone from him. “Yes Sir.”

“Good, now take us to the project and explain to your Prince here what you’ve been doing.” He continued, immediately having returned to his usual jovial expression.

“Gladly, Sir, follow me.” 

The researcher led them down to a highly secured part of the facility. When they arrived Prompto did not like what he saw one bit.

Whatever this thing was, it looked like it could lay waste to all of Gralea and its surrounding mountains in seconds. He paled and cold sweat started running down his back, “Just… what is this?”

“This, your Highness, is the Diamond weapon. Make it work and you’ll finally get to go to Lucis.” Ardyn nearly whispered in his ear before turning around and walking off with a small wave.

 

Prompto fell to his knees. What should he do? This was just too much. He couldn’t not follow the orders; he knew what the Chancellor could do to anyone who went against him. But this weapon would mean the end of Lucis. He had to warn Noctis and sabotage this plan somehow.

“Your Highness, your instructions?” The older researcher held out his hand, pulling the freckled blond out of his thoughts with a nervous smile.

“Thank you. Show me what you got. We’ll go from there.” The Prince was determined to keep Lucis safe, he just had to make it look like this thing was working.

 

Over the weeks the researchers warmed up to Prompto and he learned all he could. The weapon held many similarities to some of the tools he had been handed previously. While working on it he spent many moments of his free time trying to figure out ways to weaken its power. Eventually the others noticed, but they said nothing of it, instead opting to help out.

 

“You Highness, what is your opinion on this peace treaty we will offer Lucis,” one of the councilwomen asked. He had been made to sit in on more meetings, as the Emperor was recently stuck to his chambers.

“Lucis- ?” Prompto took a look at the papers on the table in front of him, glancing over the treaty offer before abruptly pausing at one particular paragraph. 

Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum is to promise his hand and wed Lady Lunafreya Nox-Fleuret by his 20th Birthday August 30th 755M.E. 

His stomach sank, “W- Marry…?”

Despite knowing this treaty was most likely a farce, it still made him feel uncomfortable. Forcing the Prince and Oracle to marry was cruel. He knew they only saw each other as friends and/or siblings, but he felt that somehow wasn’t all, his own heart constricting heavily.

“I- Why offer peace over a wedding that won’t be for five years and will in no way benefit Niflheim?”

The woman looked at Prompto as if he were stupid. “As Lady Lunafreya is in our hands, going there to offer her hand would give us access to Lucis. If the wedding were too soon, they would claim the Oracle for themselves.”

“If the idea were to get inside Lucis, wouldn’t it be better for a small party to travel there and offer… maybe a trade offer? Our technology has grown more advanced while they have resources we’ve been lacking since the fall of Shiva. It would benefit us both.”

Ardyn cut in with a mocking shrug. “Well well, that all sounds like a great plan, Your Highness, but who would you think could even garner enough trust to be allowed entry to their precious Citadel just to discuss nothing but a trade in a time of war?” 

“Will it not be his Highness Prince Noctis’ birthday next month?” The council members nodded, listening to the Prince attentively. “How about I visit in person? I will show my trust by bringing as few guards as possible to congratulate his Highness and offer the agreement personally.” Prompto smiled, this would be perfect.

“Now, now, don’t be so hasty. We couldn’t very well send our precious Crown Prince to enemy territory with little to no guards. And what about your special project? ”
Of course the Chancellor would try to interfere. If it were up to him Prompto would never get to see Lucis, forced to stay here and do his bidding.

“The project should be completed in about four weeks, at most. If it were to come down to safety, I am certain Commodore Highwind could keep me company.”

The council members nodded in agreement, making it difficult for Ardyn to get a word of contest in. After a few moments he put his hands up.

“Very well. If this is what His Highness wants, I will agree. However, I assume you won’t mind me accompanying you on this endeavour of yours?”

The blond had expected this. The Chancellor would want to see his plan come to fruition personally.

“Alright, I assume this concludes today’s meeting? We will plan the specifics over the course of the month and notify the Citadel of our visit.” Prompto gathered his papers and rushed to his chamber.

 

The weeks passed quickly. Prompto had focused his time on making sure the weapon functioned the way he wanted it to and kept a close eye on the movements of the council members and Ardyn, making note of any info he could. He also warned Noctis about his suspicions, despite them usually keeping politics out, and just hoped that he could keep him safe.

The Chancellor had definitely been able to tell Prompto wasn’t one to fight or support an attack, and thus, despite his skills, kept him out of the bigger plans, only using him when beneficial.

 

“Pay attention! If anything were to happen, you distract the Prince.” Ardyn spoke sternly. “Inside troops will come to our aid and lead you out.”

They were now mere hours away from Lucis, flying at a steady pace over Altissia.

“Sir, I do not see why anything would happen, and what inside troops?” Prompto responded, feigning ignorance.

“You will see, the Lucians can’t be trusted.” The Chancellor didn’t seem willing to open up more and walked off at a brisk pace with a knowing grin.

That’s when a woman, fully clad in armour, with green eyes and silver hair in a ponytail, put a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t worry shortcake, all will be fine. Just be yourself.” 

“Thanks, Aranea.” He leaned her way, letting sleep overtake him for the last stretch of the flight.

They had never talked much, but whenever they did it was clear she ran her own agenda and cared for Prompto like he supposed an older sister would. If anything were to happen, he knew she would have his back.

 

Ornate wooden doors opened to a massive throne room as a guard announced their entrance.

“His Royal Highness Prince Prompto Aldercapt and Chancellor Ardyn Izunia of Niflheim making their entry!” Prompto stepped forward with a courteous bow before standing up straight and taking a glance around.

The room was grand, imposing, bright and open, decorated in black and white marble. The massive windows to the sides basked the throne in light and red carpets led to two big staircases that marked the way up to the throne. Statues and designs were all over the room, telling the history of Lucis. It all took Prompto’s breath away.

But what really had him pause was when he looked over at the throne. The King was sitting there, ever as regal as Prompto imagined, and beside him stood a boy, his age, and impossible to mistake. With black hair framing big stormy blue eyes and wearing all royal black clothing stood Noctis. He looked somewhat bored, but his eyes were wide, looking straight back at Prompto. He was even more beautiful than Prompto had imagined from the one picture he had received in their notebook. He quickly looked away, feeling himself turn red in the face.

Behind the Prince stood two other men, one big and imposing, not failing to make Prompto flinch with the expression in his amber eyes. And the other tall and proper, glasses framing stern green eyes and impossible to read. The Prince assumed they must be Gladio and Specs. He hoped Noctis had told them about him, as it looked like they would not trust him easily if he hadn’t.

Chapter 5: My choice

Prompto’s worries had been for naught. Despite the people obviously being wary and standoffish, none of that seemed to be directed at him, who was welcomed openly. After introductions and a short tour through the main parts of the Citadel, he had been led to his room. Sadly he hadn’t gotten to speak to Noctis, who had been quiet throughout it all. Knowing how he had opened up in his letters it was odd to see the boy so silent and withdrawn. There was, however, something in his eyes that pulled Prompto in whenever he dared glance over, a small grin on the other’s lips when their eyes met.

Specs and Gladio had stayed close. Prompto had even noticed a smile from them sent his way once or twice, and when he had maybe looked at Noctis one too many times Aranea had given him a small pat on the shoulder telling him to “calm down, Loverboy.” That had him go red and look straight ahead the rest of the evening.

 

He stood behind the glass doors that led to a balcony overlooking the Citadel gardens. It was beautiful. The doors were floor to ceiling and if he looked further he could oversee Insomnia. The city was like a sea of light and he could faintly make out the glow of what must be the magic wall. He was glad he had been able to take a few pictures during sundown. As he walked to the nightstand to put his camera down, a flash of blue light and loud thump caught his attention.

 

“Prompto?” A soft voice asked from the balcony.

Prompto walked over to see Noctis behind the window rubbing his head and slightly wincing in pain.

He pulled the door open. “Pri- Noctis! What- are you okay?! How are you on my balcony?”

“Nice to meet you too, I’m alright, I warped,” he stated as he stumbled inside, like it was the most normal thing in Eos.

“Nice to meet y- Warp? Like, you used magic?”

He gave a small nod. “Yes.”

“That’s so cool!” Prompto bounced in excitement. “But, aaaw, I wish I had seen.” His arms quickly fell to the side.

“Sorry, I waited for you to turn around so I could surprise you.” Noctis scratched the back of his neck as he pouted slightly. Prompto couldn’t help but think it was adorable.

“Oh no no, it’s alright. Maybe someday I will see.”

The black haired Prince smiled. “Maybe.”

“So... why are you here?”

“As I said, wanted to surprise you.”

“Ah, yes, you said that.” Prompto felt slightly stupid, but the presence of the other really made him nervous somehow. “But, surprising me couldn’t have been the only reason, right? This is the twenty third floor and I remember a certain person writing about how he loved to sleep, so why aren’t you asleep? And won’t someone come looking for you? What about Glasses Guy or Big Guy?” The blond cocked his head in confusion. He really never failed to mention wanting to sleep and those guys did not look like they would let their Prince run off to who-knows-where.

Noctis grinned. “You got me. Locked my door and warped over from my balcony.”

“Got you? And locked… Are you crazy?” Prompto asked in disbelief.

“Hoped to meet you in person… alone .”

“Alo- why? Not to say I also didn’t want that, we have been mentioning meeting up recently, but you are you and I am just… well, me.” He knew he was starting to think too much, rambling and waving his arms around as he looked away, blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Well, the people you are with freak me out, and Gladio and Specs would get annoying pretty fast. But you are my best friend.” Noctis said, standing straight, hands on his hips.

That had Prompto burst into laughter. Of course, that’s all it was. Noctis really was no different from how he was in his letters. It put the freckled boy at ease.

“Fair point. The Chancellor still freaks me out as well. Though Aranea, despite her rough demeanour, is very kind.”

“I will believe it when I see it.”

“You might, one day, if she deems you worthy.” Prompto said with a grin, bumping against Noctis playfully with his elbow.

“She better. But, is it okay if I sit down? I brought some games.”

“Oooooh! Which ones?” 

They jumped onto the bed, Noctis waving his hand making two handheld consoles appear with blue sparks.

“Whoa! How did you do that?” Prompto stared in awe at Noctis’ hands and the consoles.

“Pulled them from the armiger, a place where those connected to the Crystal can store weapons. But it’s too convenient to not use it like this,” Noctis answered with a proud grin.

“Does that mean you also have weapons in there?”

“Yes, but for now, games! What do you want to play?”

“Hm, I have always wanted to try Chocobo racing!” The blond quickly selected the game. Noctis only smiled, following along and starting a multiplayer session.

 

They played for hours, going through various games, laughing and joking around. Prompto could barely believe how at ease he felt with the other, as if they had been best friends for years; which yes, they had been, but not in person. At some point they had ended up shoulder to shoulder with a blanket around them playing some co-op game Prompto didn’t know. Noctis was giving him pointers throughout, teaching the freckled blond how to hold his own in fights. It was nice... very nice. And as they got sleepy, leaning in more closely, he quietly wished they could always be like this. 

That’s when he suddenly remembered what Ardyn had told him on the flight over. The treaty discussions would start tomorrow, with the signing planned to happen as soon as an agreement was made. If there really were insiders it could end up a worst case scenario. An attack could happen at any moment.

 

Prompto paused the game and looked over at Noctis. “Noct-”

“Hm, what?” 

“I’m sorry, but- I don’t know, it’s serious. Remember what I wrote to you? About the possible attack?”

Noctis now faced Prompto fully, taking a hold of his right hand.

“Yes, I informed my father. There’ll be Glaives guarding the wall, every entry to the Citadel, and the hall we’ll be in. I also have a gun for you if we need it and the escape routes are prepared. You’ll be protected like one of our own.”

“I’m glad. The weapon shouldn’t work, either. But on the way here Ardyn told me something that got me worried. He mentioned inside troops and that Lucians can’t be trusted. What if there’s traitors?”

The other Prince’s face fell. “Tha- no… Are you sure?” The look in his eyes made Prompto want to say no, but the Chancellor’s expression had told him plenty.

“I wish I could say no, but…“ He shook his head.

Noctis squeezed Prompto’s hand softly. “Thanks for warning us, I will tell father before the meeting tomorrow.”

“Of course, I do hope nothing happens and we can set up trade and connect our countries for real. But if it does, I will be by your side.”

“Now how about another round before we get to bed?”

“Oh, you’re on!”

 

*Knock knock knock* 

“Your Highness, it’s time to get up. I brought breakfast.” A calm voice with a Tenebrean accent called.

Prompto was the first to wake, stretching out with a yawn.

“Morning, come in.”

“Thank you.” The door opened while Prompto reached for his glasses.

“Good morning Highness, it seems you two had fun last night, I hope his Highness didn’t bring you too much trouble.”

“Oh, no, it was great, thank y-” The moment the words sunk in he went quiet and took a good look around. First he saw Ignis at the table beside the door, putting down breakfast for two, then he looked to his right, seeing the consoles on the floor and lastly to his left, Noctis laying there, still asleep.

“Ah, it isn’t, oh no, what- Noct, wake up!”

“Nnnh, five more minutes.”

“Don’t worry Highness, go freshen up while I prepare the table, he’ll be easier to wake up in a bit.”

“Uhm, okay.”

 

This was the strangest morning in a long while. Just how could Ignis be so calm while their Prince had been out of his room all night, with the enemy no less? He knew they were aware he wasn’t an enemy, but their Prince had been gone. And they even let them sleep in, it being nine in the morning. He hadn’t gotten to sleep until that late in… well, since he still had his parents. He had known things were different in Lucis from the letters they sent each other, but this different? Prompto got sent to his room by nine, not allowed out until he had to wake up at six, breakfast he usually had alone in a big cold dining room but nothing as grand as Ignis was now putting on the table. Was that fresh fish with rice and tea? And even… side dishes? He finished quickly and immediately ran to Noctis.

 

“Noctis, wake up!” Prompto pulled the blanket away.

The Prince frowned, but showed a tiny smile upon noticing the blond, “Okay okay, I’m up.”

“Good! Come over, we should eat. Ignis prepared so much for us.” He nodded toward Ignis who stood at the table, smiling at the scene.

“Good morning, your Highness. Glad you could join us.”

“Mornin’ Specs. Why are you here?” Noctis dragged himself over, plopping down on one of the chairs.

“As I knew you were over here, there are no meetings scheduled until ten thirty. His Highness is finally here as our guest. I deemed it a good moment for a nice breakfast.”

“Knew? Meet? Ignis, you knew Noct was here?”

“He always knows. Dunno how he does it.” Noctis said blankly with a small wave.

“Indeed I do, so maybe next time just ask instead of sneaking out.” Ignis said with a stern look before turning back to Prompto. “Your Highness, I hope you are enjoying your stay here. Do tell me if there is anything you need or would like to see.”

“Ah, I- “ He fell silent. There was lots he dreamed of, but when he recalled his visit to Altissia he knew it would be no use. This moment alone was unreal. Aranea wouldn’t stop him, but Ardyn... He shivered just thinking of the punishment that would await him if he were to enjoy himself.

The others seemed to notice the sudden change in mood, looking over with concern.

“Prom- “ Noctis grabbed his hand, the blond hadn’t noticed that he was clenching his fist so hard, his nails were digging into his skin.

“Your Highness, if something is wrong, please do tell.”

“I- I can’t, the Chancellor...”

Noctis’ eyes darkened. “What did he do?”

“Nothing, not really, but… I can’t go out, all this, you...” He looked at the food, the consoles, then back to Noctis. “It’s already too much, I’m not, can’t…” Tears started spilling from his eyes as he began to shiver uncontrollably and pulled his knees to his chest.

“Prom- what’s wrong!” Noctis’ eyes were wide in panic as he reached to hold him. 

Ignis grabbed a glass of water and started rubbing small circles on Prompto’s back, urging him to take small sips. “You’re safe here. The Chancellor is still in his room. Take your time.”

Prompto took a big breath and started. “He- I, I’m not a Prince. I’m a pawn, a weapon, all I can do is what he asks or I…” Another sob escaped him. “He breaks my camera, takes my books, locks me up or makes me work until my hands bleed. I risked my life coming here. Not like it’s worth much.”

“Don’t say that, you’re worth everything! You’re my best friend!” Noctis carefully rubbed the tears away from Prompto’s cheeks.

“Right, your life is worth as much as ours and you’re under our protection.”

A careful smile made it to Prompto’s face. “Thanks, you guys. Just, I’m not really a Prince. I’m Prompto, a Niff Orphan who happened to be given a title that means nothing. I want to help the people, stop this pointless war, bring us all together… But I’m useless.”

“Say what you will, but you’re Prompto, and you’re good enough for me.” Noctis said with a big grin. “Now why don’t we pay a visit to my father, let him know what you told me last night!”

“His Majesty should be available at the moment, but tell him what, Your Highness?”
“Something that will hopefully put an end to that Chancellor, and help Prompto stop this war.”

 

King Regis was indeed available, as they found him sitting in his study with Cor Leonis.

Prompto, with the help of Noctis, informed them about everything he knew including the last conversation regarding the possible traitors. They listened intently and the moment he was done talking, King Regis thanked him and instructed Cor to round up the most trusted and longest serving people he could to help find any possible traitor. To their surprise he made Cor start with the Kingsglaive. The order obviously pained the King. When Prompto asked why, he was told that despite their position, the Kingsglaive was established only ten years ago to protect Noctis. And the Galahdians who joined had begun to openly question the King’s actions after he had been forced to give up Galahd to keep the rest of Lucis safe.

 

Days passed and the discussions regarding the treaty progressed as peacefully as they possibly could with the Chancellor in attendance. Despite everyone’s best efforts it became increasingly difficult to stay calm and reach an agreement. Prompto however refused to give up and brought an improved version of the treaty each day, hoping that eventually Niflheim and Lucis could work together.

During the breaks and after every meeting Ardyn would come up to Prompto and drag him to secluded corners to force him to cease what he called ‘this foolishness’. The blond was happy he had brought Aranea along, as she saved him from the man more than once. And to his joy he got to spend his mornings and evenings with Noctis, Ignis, and eventually Gladio in secret. 

They couldn’t go out, but they would help Prompto figure out the treaty and think of ways to get around the Chancellor. They also taught him more about Lucis and mentioned things they could do once he got to visit on his own To Prompto, it all sounded like beautiful dreams. 

On day five all parties reached an agreement. The trade deal and treaty would be signed two days later. Prompto was ecstatic but also anxious. Ardyn had stayed uncharacteristically quiet and did not look angry about the deal, which couldn’t mean anything good.

 

The Grand Hall was prepared and the announcement had been released. Prompto was nervous, wearing his heavy royal white robes, as he walked past the guards and Glaives and over to the table on which stood two pens. King Regis already stood, cane in hand, dressed in his all black raiment. He showed a warm smile as Prompto took his position at his side. Only now, next to him, did Prompto notice how tall the man was and how safe it made him feel. And with Aranea at the back to his right and Cor, Clarus and Noctis to Regis’s left, he knew he could take whatever happened.

“Thank you all for being here on this joyous day.” King Regis started as the grand doors opened and a man holding a folder stepped through. 

“Today, on the twenty-seventh of August of the year 750 M.E., his Highness Prompto Argentum Aldercapt of Niflheim, and I Regis Lucis Caelum the 113th King of Lucis, will sign a treaty promising a future of peace between Niflheim and Lucis.”

Prompto could faintly hear the cheering through the windows, as the man stepped forward, placing the folder containing the treaty on the table in front of them.

The blond Prince picked up his pen, holding it above the paper with a slightly shaky hand. 

“I, Prompto Argentum Aldercapt, in the name of his Excellency Emperor Ledolas Aldercapt, sign this treaty, promising that Niflheim will stand with Lucis in peace and will help rebuild the lands my predecessors brought to ruin!”

As the pen touched the paper an explosion shook the building, glass shattering behind him and screams making their way inside. Everyone summoned their weapons as the man who brought the treaty revealed himself to be the Chancellor pointed a sword at King Regis who, with a flash of blue, pointed a sword back at him.

“Hello your Highness. Be a dear and distract the Prince for me while our men and I deal with his Majesty.” Ardyn spoke with a smug grin on his face, not once breaking eye contact with Regis.

“No!” Prompto yelled, balling his fists and glaring at the man.

“Well well well, seems our dearest Prince grew a backbone. Did you forget it was I who got you here?”

“I- no…” The freckled boy faltered for a moment until he felt cold metal in his hand. “Get away from them!” Noctis stood at his side, blade in his hands.

“Another foolish young Prince making his entrance. I’ll show you what happens to those who make stupid decisions.”

“Noctis! Prompto! Get out!” Regis yelled as Ardyn slashed through the air at Prompto, just barely being stopped in time by the King’s blade.

The Princes turned around, making their way along the wall toward the grand doors. Fights started all around them as they ran. Prompto could tell there weren’t many on Ardyn’s side, and the traitors were far outnumbered. Aranea and Cor stood back to back fighting off two Glaives as Regis faced off against the Chancellor.

The moment they made it through the doors, the blond rounded the corner and ran along further, pulling Noctis with him, eventually falling to his knees.

“Noct- I… I’m sorry.” 

“Prompto, you have nothing to be sorry about. Thanks to you we were prepared.”

“But, what about your dad? Because of me…”

“My dad has his magic and Cor is with him.”

“Your Highnesses, are you alright!” Ignis rushed over together with one of the Glaives, worry etched on his face. Both looked like they had seen some action as they were covered in dust and scratches.

“We’re alright, how is everyone else?” Noctis said as he pulled Prompto back to his feet.

“Your Highness, everyone is fine. We rounded up most traitors over the course of the week. Unfortunately a handful made it through, but my men are on it. I am not certain about his Majesty.”

“Thank you…” 

“Nyx Ulric, at your service your Highness. I am to take you both to safety.” The Glaive said as he looked around and gestured at a hallway to their right.

Screams tore through the halls as loud rumbling caused the ground to shake under their feet.

“Father! I have to go. Keep Prompto safe!” Noctis yelled, jumping up and rushing off. Neither Ignis nor Nyx could stop them as Prompto followed him right away.

As they got closer the sound of clashing blades grew louder, the voices of Regis and Ardyn barely audible.

The moment they looked inside, Noctis stood petrified, eyes wide as red and blue light danced along his front. Prompto held his hand, not knowing what he could do.

Chapter 6: Light

Ardyn and Regis were in the air, weapons swirling around them, red and blue clashing, echoing through the now otherwise deserted hall. Walls and pillars were destroyed and bodies littered the floor. It was a terrifying sight. They moved so fast, neither Prince could tell who had the upper hand.
“Did you know?” Noctis asked in a shaky voice. Prompto could barely hear it over the clashing of metal. “That he had the same magic?”

“Yes.”

“No.” He squeezed Noctis’ hand. If he was already worried, how much worse must Noctis be feeling? They stayed out of view but kept watching. 

Regis was starting to slow down, the magic required to uphold the wall starting to take its toll, while Ardyn looked more and more demonic after each hit, eyes glowing yellow and black oozing down his face.

Prompto could feel Noctis tense up and he had to keep a firm grip as he could feel the black haired Prince wanted to rush in.

The King held on, his shield surrounding him as his weapons still attacked the Chancellor. Ardyn was clearly frustrated now, demanding the King to back down and “Hand over the Crystal and Ring of the Lucii!”

Regis didn’t respond, instead clenching his teeth, fending off more attacks. 

Only a few seconds must have passed when Ignis and Nyx ran up behind them and one of Ardyn’s blades made it through Regis’ shield, piercing his side. The King’s weapons burst into blue shards, vanishing as he fell to the ground with a shout and a loud thump. Ardyn laughed, floating down with his weapons pointed at Regis.

Noctis screamed and shook off Prompto’s grip, pulled out his blade and ran.

“Noctis, NO!” The blond looked at his back and then down, catching Regis’ eyes which were wide in fear darting between the two Princes.

In a flash Prompto readied his gun, pointed it at Ardyn’s back and shot, hoping to distract the man from attacking the King or Noctis.

He hit, twice, in the back of his head. “How dare- !” The Chancellor started, turning to face Prompto, the moment he did Noctis threw his blade and warped, in a flash of blue, right through his chest, then warped again; this time through the back of his head.

Prompto got up, closing in as he kept shooting, hitting the demonic man over and over between Noctis’ attacks. Despite all the damage they did Ardyn kept regenerating, looking more ominous by the second.

“Hnngg, that- it won’t work.” Regis groaned out clutching his side. 

“I don’t care! He’ll pay for hurting Prompto, for hurting you!” Noctis yelled.

“Get back! You’re out of bullets and Noctis’s magic is running out. He can barely control it as is.” It was Ignis with his hand on Prompto’s shoulder, fear painted his face. 

“But Noctis! I have to protect him!” The freckled Prince tried, making a move to get up, any weapon would do.

“Noctis, Prompto! Step back!” Regis roared, lifting his right hand, the ring on it glowing bright.

“But-” Both Princes turned to the King..
“NOW!” Right away shapes started forming, the weapons appearing in shards of blue, and with them other shapes formed. There, around King Regis, with each weapon, stood one of the former rulers of Lucis. One by one they attacked Ardyn as Regis stumbled to his feet, his own blade in hand, handing him his last hit leaving his sword in Ardyn’s chest as he fell back down. The chancellor crumpled to his knees, still barely alive. 

“We have to help!” Prompto grabbed Noctis’ hand. Noctis stood still. “Why- Ignis, potion-” 

Nyx stepped forward. “I have one your Highness, go help him.”

“Thanks!” Noctis grabbed the potion.

 

Both boys sat with Regis as they looked at the potion working its magic, the King’s breathing slowly steadied. “Will he be fine?” Prompto worried. Noctis said nothing, clutching the blond’s hand tighter.

“This will be the end.” Ardyn weakly muttered with a grin, breaking the silence.

“Shut up!” Noctis turned to face the man, clutching his blade. “Noct, he isn’t worth it. He can’t do anything now.” Prompto tried to reason, Ardyn was breathing his last breaths, black oozing from every pore. It looked like it hurt, bad.

“He hurt you both, I can’t let that go!” 

“He’s already dying, your dad is fine, and I am with you. Isn’t that enough?”

Noctis now stared right into Prompto’s eyes, he looked so hurt, tears were forming. “I- it is, but...”

“No buts.” The blond said, and pulled him into a hug. Silence settled over everything. Tears quietly streamed down their faces in relief as Ardyn finally died, black miasma covering his form before disappearing.

 

The following two days passed by in a blur. King Regis was recovering in the hospital wing together with the other wounded. Any of the civilians caught in the crossfire were also helped to hospitals. Efforts to fix any damage were started. An announcement was made regarding the death of the Chancellor but that Lucis and Niflheim would still work together to make peace happen. Prompto had Aranea and Nyx take him to the wall to call off the Niflheim troops there which were brought in by the Chancellor. 

Before Prompto knew it, it was time for Noctis’ birthday, which saddened him. He knew that after that he would have to return to Niflheim to fix the mess there.

 

“You ready shortcake?” When Aranea waltzed in, Prompto was sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in a long, white, high collared coat with gold accents, black pants and white knee high boots. It was lighter than his usual Niflheim robes.

“I guess- I don’t know.”

“Looks to me like you are. Just go, nothing will come from moping around.” 

“I know, just-” Prompto threw his hands up.

“You don’t know what to do after this, is that it?” She stepped closer, grabbing his hands and pulled him to his feet. 

The blond nodded. “I- so much happened. The emperor is still sick and now with the Chancellor gone- I’m just me; a fourteen year old who was never even meant to be a Prince.”

“Now listen to me. You might just be a kid, but your heart is in the right place. You got me, Lucis, and loverboy on your side. And from what I remember your speech three years ago moved the people. They stand with you. So square up, go out there and enjoy this night. Before I am forced to kick your ass down there.”

It took a moment, but her smile told him she meant it. “Thank you, Aranea.” He gave her a quick hug before running off to the grand hall. Tomorrow it was back to his duty, but tonight he could still have some fun.

 

The doors opened and his entrance was announced. He could see the King sitting on his throne in the back. He still looked tired, but at least he was awake and smiling. Noctis wasn’t next to him, however, but running in Prompto’s direction with a grin on his face.

“You made it.”

“Of course, it would be hard to miss this, been here for weeks now.”

“Well, you took so long, I feared you had gone back without a word.” Noctis hung his head.

Prompto didn’t know how to react. Did he really think he would pack up and leave just like that?

“Wha- Noct, never!”
The smile Noctis gave him made Prompto’s heart squeeze a little. He didn’t know why, but the feeling was nice. “You look good.” The black haired prince said, before grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the dance floor. The blond’s face turned bright red, but Noctis said nothing of it.

Hours went by with the Princes enjoying the party, laughing, and dancing around. Eventually they got ushered to bed by Ignis and Gladio. Even though Prompto had his own room he followed Noctis, opting to fall asleep together.

 

The following day he had to return to Niflheim. They were gathered on the steps in front of the Citadel, a car waiting at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Thank you for your visit, Prompto. Your support means a lot.” The King stepped forward, holding out his hand.

“No, thank you, your Majesty, for hearing me out and trusting me. Things wouldn’t have turned out as well as they did without your help.” Prompto said, accepting the hand. At that Regis pulled the freckled blond into a hug.

“You’ll always be welcome here, and I truly thank you also for being a friend to my son.” From the tone of voice Prompto could tell the King had worried a lot, and as he let go and looked up he saw tears in the corner of Regis’ eyes.

Then Noctis stepped forward, Ignis and Gladio close behind him. Before saying anything the Prince shoved a small package in Prompto’s hands. “For you.”

“Me? What-?”

“Just open it.”

The blond couldn’t argue and opened the box to reveal a sleek red phone with a chocobo charm attached to it. When he looked back up he saw Noctis slightly looking away, scratching his neck.
“I hope you like it, I thought-”

“Noct, I love it. Thank you!” Prompto’s smile was bright and his eyes twinkled.

“I’m glad, this way we can stay in contact without having to wait for our letters to arrive. Though, if you want, we can still-”

“We can do both, but this is nice. Now if there’s anything I want to share, I can do so right away.”

Noctis nodded and gave a smile. “I look forward to more of your pictures.”

“I will send you all the pictures.” Prompto said as he started tearing up. He didn’t want to go, especially not knowing when he would get to come back.

“Hey blondie, we didn’t get to talk a lot, but it was nice having ya. Haven’t seen the Princess this happy in years.” Gladio stepped in, a broad grin on his face. “Better come back soon before he becomes hard to deal with again.”

“Thanks, Big Guy. Think you can teach me how to wield one of those big swords then?”

Gladio slapped him on the back and Prompto felt like his spine would break. “You bet I can. Be prepared for some proper training.”
“It has indeed been good having you here Prompto. Having a Prince around who actually eats his vegetables was a nice change of pace.”

“Thanks Iggy, I loved the food and I look forward to more recipes.”

“You done shortcake? We have to leave.” Aranea stepped up with an apologetic smile.
“One more minute.” 

“Of course. I will be at the car.”

Prompto gave a nod, and stepped closer to the guys. Noctis moved first, giving the freckled boy a hug, followed by Ignis and Gladio. All four stood there in silence, until Prompto had to pull away. 

“I’ll see you soon.” And with that he left Insomnia.

 

After his return to the Keep, Prompto learns that Ledolas is not recovering and he’s the only one with the rank to take action. There’s a lot that needs doing: the research on military projects has to be stopped and focused instead on rebuilding and sharing practical technology with the other regions. The treaty needs revising. And he needs to get in contact with Altissia and Tenebrae to offer them their freedom and peace. He knows it won’t be easy to build trust, but he’ll certainly try. 

One thing he’s certain of is that this isn’t something he has to do alone because the moment he checks the contacts in his phone he sees there’s already three in there. Ignis, Gladio and Noctis .

He immediately changes them to Iggy, Big Guy and FisherPrince.

 

The months passed by quickly. With rebuilding efforts started across Eos, the imperial bases destroyed, all armies pulled back, and Lunafreya and Ravus having been released from Niflheim captivity, the people started showing faith in the prospect of peace. With some help from Ignis, Prompto completed the drafts for the treaties, and the new council accepted them. It pained the Prince that he had been too busy to return to Lucis for nearly an entire year, despite Noctis’ pleading during their chats, but finally he could start his trip for lasting peace. 

 

Prompto left to visit for a few weeks, to sign the treaty and also attend Noctis’ sixteenth birthday. Aranea went along. One reason being that the council refused to let him go alone and the other being that Aranea mentioned not wanting to “miss the show”. What show Prompto didn’t know, but sure enough there they were, walking through the grand doors into the throne room.

 

He was welcomed by King Regis, waiting there with open arms and a smile. “Prompto, I am glad to see you’re doing well.”

“Thank you, your Majesty, you look like you’re doing great as well.” It wasn’t a lie. With the tiredness gone from his face, the King looked a lot healthier and younger than their first meeting. It was clear now how much the magic had really been draining him.

“I certainly am. Now how about I come down so we can discuss what needs doing and I can more quickly let you go to see Noctis. He’s been very impatient, I must say.”
“Of course your Majesty. May I ask, where is Noctis?”

“No need for the formalities. Just call me Regis. Noctis will be free soon. Now follow me.” Regis gave a small wave and led Prompto to his study.
They quietly sat down inside, leaving Aranea and Clarus outside by the door.

Prompto tensed up. It was more intimidating than expected to be alone with the King, and he already expected it to be very much intimidating. Did the King really want to just be called Regis? No way. He couldn’t help but shiver at the memories of being hurt when forgetting to address someone by their title.

“R- your Majesty, where- uhm, what do we discuss?” 

“Regis. As you know the treaty signing will be tomorrow. It’ll be much the same as last time. We don’t expect any problems this time around, especially as your efforts have been paying off.” The King gave a warm smile, easing the tension a little.

“Thank you, yo- Regis.” It felt weird, but Regis showed an even bigger smile, obviously pleased.

“Now the one other thing I wanted to address. How are you faring? You don’t have an advisor or anyone to guide you, right?” The King looked sad. The blond couldn’t read it well and it didn’t seem bad but the expression hurt him to see.
“Well, no, not really. I do get help from Ignis over text and I have Aranea’s support. But the council is new and the Emperor can’t do anything anymore, so it all falls down on me in the end. I can handle it though.” Prompto gave a weak smile.
“You are still young and the title of Emperor is a heavy weight to carry. The signing is for official aid. But if difficulties arise with any nations or you’re uncertain of steps to take, you can always reach out to me.” Regis slipped over a piece of paper. On it were his and Clarus’ phone numbers and the promise he just gave. “Of course, don’t hesitate to let me know if Noctis gives you trouble either.” He finished with a wink.
“You- thank you, truly, I-” The weight on his shoulders was heavy and the years had been difficult, but things were finally falling into place.

“I think someone is waiting for you. Go, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” Prompto left with a quick bow, rushing outside and up to Noctis’ room.

 

*Knock knock* 

“Noctis, you there?”

The door swung open, and before Prompto could even blink he’s faced with Noctis, stormy blue eyes staring straight into his violet-blue. “Prompto?!”

“Uh- hi?”

A wide grin appeared on Noctis’ face. “It is you! Come in.”

It had been late, but before he knew it he was sitting close to Noctis, playing games and chatting the night away, as if not a day had passed. Their chats by phone had been fun, sometimes going on for hours, and Prompto had kept sending pictures. But the smiles, casual touches and warm feeling between them when they were like this, together, Prompto couldn’t get enough of.

It must’ve been two in the morning when they finally fell asleep in a pile of tangled limbs, but neither cared.

 

The following day went much the same as the one of the year before, minus the sudden attack by the Chancellor. When his pen touched the paper he was able to fully sign his name and hand it over to King Regis, who followed suit. Once the folder was closed and put down in front of them loud cheers erupted. They shook hands and peace was finally settled between Lucis and Niflheim.

 

Once the cheers calmed down and all words were said, Prompto left through the back door followed by Noctis. “Any plans?”

“None really, just here to let people know my face and attend your birthday.” Prompto shrugged.

“Sweet, then I’ll see you after training.” Noctis said as his hand slides along Prompto’s, quickly leaving a peck on his cheek before rushing off with a sly grin on his face.

The blond stood stunned, turning red faster than ever before. What was that? He made his way to his room, ignoring the questioning and teasing by Aranea, and flopped down on his bed. Why did he kiss his cheek? They were just friends. Did friends do that? What was Noct thinking? Did it mean anything? Questions kept racing through his mind, but he couldn’t make sense of any of it. The only conclusion he could reach, as his fingers rested on the place Noct’s lips had touched, was that it was nice to have friends.

Chapter 7: Two kids

The questions were still roaring through Promptp’s head. After an hour of rolling around he decided to change out of his heavy ceremonial robes into his regular ones and go to the gardens to take pictures, hoping it would distract him until Noctis would be done with his training session. He shifted around, trying to get a good shot of one of the flowers, when he stepped on the hem of his robe.

“Whoaa!” Prompto fell, but the landing wasn’t a hard one on the ground. Instead two arms were holding him up around his waist.

“You okay?” He heard Noctis’ voice ask.

“Ah- uh, I think” The blond looked down at the camera in his hands, undamaged. “Yes, all good.”

Noctis quickly helped him to his feet, and Prompto took a step back, averting his eyes. Just why did he have to embarrass himself like this? Here the other Prince just got back from his awesome weapons training and all he could do was trip over his own stupid robes. Why were all these Niflheim clothes so long and heavy to begin with? Even the most casual ones were unbearable. 

“Don’t you have anything more casual?” Noctis questioned while looking him up and down. “Those robes don’t look easy to move in, no wonder you tripped.” 

“I don’t, these are my simplest ones.” Prompto looked at Noctis who was wearing a simple black T-shirt and jeans and recalled the year before, where he was often dressed just as casually. “You- Noct, are you allowed to-”

“Oh, yes, they only force me to wear stuffy outfits during important meetings and the like.” Noctis shuddered. “Thought you would have more normal clothes also.”

“I did, before, but I grew out of what I had and was always expected to look my best .” Prompto kicked the ground. It hurt him to recall how over time the few things he had disappeared. All that was left was his parent’s tiny box under his bed and the few pictures he could save.

A few seconds passed by as Noctis seemed to be thinking. “Why don’t you borrow some of mine. We got a similar build, should be fine.”

Prompto stepped back, shaking his head fervently. “I- nonono, I couldn’t, they’re yours! Wouldn’t that be wrong? I’m a Niff, I can’t go wearing black, what would people-” 

The black-haired boy grabbed him by the shoulders. “Prom, it’s fine. It doesn’t matter what others think.”

“But…” 

“No buts, I want to take you to the arcade and those robes would stand out.”

That got him to stop shaking his head and stare at Noctis with wide eyes in surprise. “The arcade? Can we?”

“Of course. Didn’t I tell you I would show you more of Lucis?”

“Well, yeah…” It’s true that in their letters Noctis always mentioned how he would introduce him to everything he wanted, but Prompto hadn’t expected him to keep his word. Let alone start with the arcade . How was a Prince even allowed there? 

“Good, then let’s go get you something to wear and grab Ignis.”

 

Moments later they stood in front of Noctis’ wardrobe shifting through piles upon piles of black clothing. 

“Dude, why is everything black? There’s no way I can wear any of that.”

“It’s fine, you’re royalty. Besides, my dad already treats you like family.” Noctis dug deep at the back, grabbing a simple black T-shirt and a pair of jeans that were a very dark grey. “Here, take these.”

“If you say so, but don’t say I didn’t tell you if the Glaives suddenly throw me in the dungeon.” Prompto said with a straight face.

Noct let out a chuckle. “They won’t lay a hand on you and we don’t have a dungeon. Now go.”

Prompto shuffled over to the bathroom with the clothes in his hands. This was crazy. there’s no way wearing Noctis’ clothes, that were Lucian royal black, would go over well with anyone. But the arcade... he dreamt of this day. He quickly got changed and was surprised by how well the clothes fit. Prompto had forgotten how comfortable regular clothing was, loose and light. It was summer and honestly the robes had been way too warm. He stepped into the room joining Noctis who looked back at him with shock written all over his face. It scared the blond.

“Uh- something wrong? Should I change back?” Prompto’s voice wavered.

Noctis seemed to wake up at that, shaking his head and turning his eyes away. “Mm- ah, uhm, no- good, all great.”

“Then, arcade it is!” Prompto cheered.

 

“Enjoy, your Highnesses. Message me when you want me to come pick you up. Gladio and Aranea will stay nearby.” Ignis said, before turning around, leaving Noctis and Prompto at the entrance of the arcade.

The sound could be heard across the street, the bright neon lights inviting them in.

Prompto was hopping on his feet, ready to rush inside. “Whoaaa, Noct! Let’s go try it all!”

Notis chuckled. “Of course, follow me. I’ll show you the best games first.”

Prompto was overwhelmed by the options, but the black haired Prince showed him the games he enjoyed and how to play them. He stuck close to Prompto, guiding his hands on the controls of each game. And told him which games he played most during his time in public school. “I was never able to beat this game,” Noctis started with a frown, “But after seeing how you handled that gun last year, maybe you can.” He grinned as he stopped at a single player shooter. He guided Prompto’s hands to the gun, showing him where the buttons were before letting go. The warmth and closeness distracted the blond, but as soon as it was gone he missed it. 

“Show me what you can do.” 

Prompto started the game, shooting every monster that showed up, beating wave after wave. Eventually the game finished and in big yellow letters it said ‘YOU WIN!’. The score tallied and Prompto’s name showed up at the top of the leaderboard. Noctis looked on, eyes wide in surprise. “How did you- that was amazing!”

Prompto blushed, scratching his head and putting the fake plastic gun back. “I dunno. Comes naturally, I guess.”

“Well, you’ll have to show me at some point. For now let’s try more.” 

By the end of the arcade tour Prompto had broken many a high score on the shooters, while, to Noct’s relief, most of his own high scores were still intact. 

“This is great, thank you for taking me here Noct!” Prompto beamed, typing his name on the scoreboard of yet another game he just got a high score in before turning to look back at Noct. He had been looking at Prompto play and his face was flushed, the blond assumed it must be because of the warmth inside. It certainly wouldn’t be a bad idea to turn on an AC. It was summer after all.

“Uhm- of course. Now, anything you want to try or play again? We have plenty of time left.” Noctis said, quickly turning to check for any other games around.

Prompto also took a look, his eyes stopping at Justice Monsters VI . “Dude! I didn’t know there were any Justice Monsters titles past V. Let's try!”

They kept going and the hours passed by as they played game after game. Noctis was happy he finally had someone to help him beat the multiplayer games, while Prompto couldn’t recall ever having this much fun in his life, though he couldn’t tell whether it was because he had never been to an arcade or because he was here with Noctis.

Later that evening, back at the Citadel, Prompto once again wished the days in Lucis would never end as he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

 

The following morning Prompto got up early. He enjoyed being able to go around on his own, taking his camera with him to take pictures of the flowers as the sun shone its first rays on them. Noctis had lent him some more of his clothes so he didn’t have to worry about tripping again.

An hour or so passed, the freckled boy completely enraptured by the flowers, taking picture after picture of the cornflowers and daisies. 

“Hey, blondie!” A booming voice said from behind him. Prompto shot up, nearly dropping his camera in surprise. “Wha- yes, what?!”

He turned around to see Gladio laughing at him. “Oh man, you should see your face! Priceless.”

“Hmpf. Good morning to you too, Big Guy.” Prompto crossed his arms with a frown and a pout.

The man’s face softened. “Okay, okay, good morning. I was just on my way to the training grounds. Care to join us?”

“Can I?” The idea of seeing Noct in action again made his eyes shine. The warping had been so cool.

“Of course, just follow me. Got any workout clothes?”

“Ah- no, I don’t” 

“No worries, should be something you can borrow in the dressing room.”

They walked through several hallways taking many turns before finally reaching an open space. Massive pillars surrounded the centre area and at the back and to the side were big oak doors.

“Seems the Princess chose to sleep in again. Guess we will get you something to wear first.”

Gladio walked on to the doors in the back, leading to a smaller room filled with lockers and benches. To the right was an opening in the wall, presumably leading to a shower area and at the back were big cabinets.

“There must be something here.” The big guy mumbled as he went through the cabinets filled with spare towels, shoes and clothes. “Ah- here we go. Change into these. We’ll start in five.” Before the blond could even respond, Gladio had left the room.

Prompto was nervous. The idea of training was great and he was excited to see how different it would be from his usual routines. But Big Guy seemed like he could break him in half, and unlike them, Prompto could not use magic. Within two minutes he had changed into the tank top and pants Gladio had given him and made his way to the open area. He saw Noctis walking his way and letting out a big yawn. 

“Hurry it up Princess. Looks like Blondie here is already raring to go.”

“Yea, yea, on my way.” Noctis mumbled as he sauntered past Prompto, a small smile appearing on his face upon seeing the blond. “Morning Prom.”
Prompto’s response consisted of a small “Mornin’” as he stared at Noctis’ back retreating to the dressing room.

“Hey, blondie, if you’re done checking out our Prince, how about we start with some stretches?” Gladio called with a smug grin.

The blond’s face turned bright red and he quickly pulled his gaze away, rushing over to Gladio with his head down. About fifteen minutes into their warm up, Noctis appeared from the dressing room and sauntered over to Prompto’s side to start his own stretches.

 

Training went on for a few hours with regular breaks in which Gladio would focus on the other. Prompto barely had any experience with swords. In Niflheim the focus had immediately been on his strengths, foregoing any other skills. He definitely couldn’t swing it as effortlessly as Noctis or Gladio, but they still complimented his effort and enthusiasm and praised every well landed hit. During his breaks Prompto couldn’t keep his eyes off of Noct. He had to cheer on his best friend, that’s all. The prince had woken up and gone all out once Gladio brought up ‘ blondie over there ’. Why that worked Prompto couldn’t tell, but it was amazing to see Noctis put in such effort. The way he jumped and his muscles moved when he swung each of his swords had the blond entranced.

 

The days kept passing peacefully. Prompto regularly going to the gardens for his pictures, joining for training, visiting the arcade, or casually playing games. Eventually he got to use guns in training and he actually silenced Gladio’s teasing when he hit each of his targets. It was nothing to the blond, but the way Noctis lit up and started praising him made him feel warm and proud. 

Sometimes Noct had to work on homework assignments by his private tutors, who didn’t let him off despite it being summer. Those times Prompto would stay with him in his room while Noctis grumbled in complaint. The freckled boy would never say it out loud, but he thought it was cute.

 

“Urgh, I don’t understand.” Noctis groaned, shoving the assignment sheet away.

Prompto put his controller down. “Lemme see.” The past week he had helped occasionally. Maths, Science, and languages were his strengths.

“Here, all yours.”

The blond glanced over the problem. Maths. He didn’t like it either but at least could see where the black-haired Prince had gone wrong. “Seems like the wrong formula. Didn’t the tutor introduce new ones?” 

Noctis shrugged. “Maybe, they talked too much, was hard to pick up on anything.”

“Makes sense.” Prompto leaned over to write, not noticing Noct staring at his face instead of the paper. “Now you just do… this. Here!” The blond said triumphantly. “Hey, Noct, you got that?”

“Hmm? Yea, thanks Prom.”

“No biggie. I’ll get back to this boss fight. That thing has been kicking my ass.”

Noctis looked over at the screen. “Oh- That is a nasty one. Want some tips?”

“My hero. Yes, please!”

Most homework sessions ended the same way with both boys huddled close until one of them would fall asleep.

 

The day before Noctis’ sixteenth birthday several of the nobles who had to travel far had started arriving. Noctis seemed tired and done with welcoming said nobles and Prompto understood why. Many seemed stuck up, judging the boy’s appearance or sending dirty glances Prompto’s way. He knew prejudices would stick around for a while, but it still hurt. He didn’t choose where he was from and had been working hard to make up for the mistakes of the past. Noctis glared at anyone who dared judge. He’d look over at the blond with a worried expression, Prompto returning with a sad smile each time.

It was late in the afternoon when another car arrived. The boys were surprised to see Lady Lunafreya and Lord Ravus step out.

“Noctis, Prompto. Am I ever glad to see you both!” She said with a bright smile.

“And we you!” Prompto beamed. “I hope you’ve been well. And how is Tiny?” 

Luna giggled. “Pryna is just fine. I’m sure she’ll show up soon.”

Noctis seemed somewhat uncomfortable, showing a wobbly smile. “Why don’t you join us inside? I am sure dad would love to see you’re well.”

“No need to be so stiff, Noctis. We’re friends. But of course, lead the way, it would be lovely to see Regis again. Are Ignis and Gladiolus around as well?”

As they made their way inside Prompto glanced over, spotting Ravus trailing behind. The man looked tired and unhappy, his grey eyes looking anywhere but at them. 

“What’s up with him?” The blond nudged Luna, nodding in the man’s direction.

Her eyes turned sombre. “I am not entirely sure, but he’s been like this ever since peace has been made official.”

“I’m sure he still blames me and dad for what happened in Tenebrae.” Noctis said through gritted teeth. “Can’t get his revenge now, can he?”
Prompto reached out without words, opening Noct’s fist and taking his hand. The black-haired prince took a breath, stormy blue eyes meeting his violet-blue in thanks.

Luna quietly sighed. “He still has his qualms and it hasn’t been easy. Just give him time.”

 

The siblings had been welcomed by Regis with open arms and after a dinner Luna met up with Prompto in Noctis’ room. The boys took the couch and she took a seat to their left. Ignis and Gladio joined last.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance Lady Lunafreya. Ignis Scientia, Prince Noctis’ advisor.” Ignis walked over with a courteous bow. He was followed by Gladio. “Nice to meet you, Gladio Amicitia, his Highness's shield.”

Luna let out a laugh. “Nice to meet you both. Prompto and Noctis have told me about you. No need to be so polite, we’re all friends.”

“I can’t very well let formalities go, but I am glad to see you are at ease. Care for some tea?” 

“That would be lovely, Ignis.” Luna gave a polite smile before turning to both princes and the mood immediately shifted. “You ought to hear what I am about to say. The Astrals came to me about the prophecy.”

Gladio looked worried. “The prophecy? What does that have to do with them?”

“You’ve heard of the True King?”

“Are you suggesting that it is about his Highness?” Ignis said, bemused, as he put a pot of tea on the table and took a seat beside Gladio.

“It is indeed about Noctis. The death of the Chancellor changed the prophecy.”

Prompto let out a gasp. “The Chancellor? But how?”

“That man is Ardyn Lucis Caelum, brother of Somnus, known as the Accursed. The prophecy told that with the Glaive of Kings, Stone of Legend and Ring of Light in hand the True King would surpass the power of the gods themselves and purge the darkness from our star by giving his life.”

The four guys sat in silence, each shifting between varying expressions of shock and anger.
“Brother of Somnus? There is no such thing mentioned in any history book,” Ignis said in puzzlement.

Noctis’ eyes darkened. “So, you’re telling me I was to give up my life because some unknown… ancestor? Was spreading the scourge?”

“Sadly, yes.” 

The room went silent. Prompto looked over the rim of his glasses, and worry settled deep. “If he’s immortal… you mean to say he’s not, y’know…”

“He’s not dead. His spirit still resides in the beyond.”

“That must be what he meant with it not being the end,” Noctis muttered in anger.

Gladio balled his fists in rage. “I am his shield. I will not let some prophecy take him without a fight!”

“Calm Gladio, let’s hear what more she has to say.” Ignis put a hand on his shoulder and looked at Luna. “Please continue. You mentioned the prophecy changed.”

“It has. The Astrals are uncertain. The scourge is weakening. The Accursed was meant to be defeated when the True King ascended the throne. But Noctis is still only the prince and darkness seems to be fading.”

“You mean to say…” Hope settled in Noctis’ voice.

“Live your life, gather the power of the Kings, and carry the ring when your time has come.” Luna showed a caring smile. “Fate is difficult to challenge, darkness might arrive, those at your side will abide in hope for their King to fulfil his calling… the line is meant to end with you, but only after a full life.”

“So we postponed fate?” Prompto tilted his head in confusion.

“For now it seems so.”

“A full life, end of the line.” Noctis showed Prompto a crooked grin and the blond returned it with a confused smile. The black-haired prince seemed happy with what he heard.

“Seems we’ve been given a chance to fight fate. If the time comes I won’t let them take you.” Gladio grinned. 

Ignis nodded with a smile. “I swore to protect your life and so I will.”

“Thanks guys. Prompto, you with me?”

“Of course, ever at your side.” Prompto beamed. No matter what might come, he refused to let Noct face it alone.

Chapter 8: Think of you

The rest of their evening had been nice, all of them joking around, playing cards, and watching some random movie none of them really paid attention to. It lowered the tension a lot and eventually all had gone to sleep feeling a lot more calm.

 

The next day was chaotic, it being Noctis’ birthday. Prompto didn’t see him all day and an hour before the party would commence, Ignis came up to the blond holding a bag in hand.  “Good evening your Highness.”

“Uh- hi Ignis. Is that for Noctis? I don’t know where he is right now.” Prompto pointed at the bag.

Ignis grinned. “His highness already has his outfit for the night. No, this is for you.”

“Me? But, I already have something to wear.”

“Those heavy, restricting Niflheim robes?” He raised a brow in question.

“They’re not that bad.” Prompto pouted.

“Just take a look and have your pick.” The advisor handed the bag over to Prompto who carefully accepted it with both hands.

“Thanks, Ignis.”

“You’re welcome.” Ignis then leaned a bit closer with a knowing grin. “It was Noctis who asked me to prepare these for you.” Prompto turned bright red and, before he could say anything, Ignis walked off.

Back in his room, he looked at the suit laid out on his bed. It was less heavy than his robes. A white five-piece suit with a black waistcoat, red tie, and buttons with his royal emblem. It was similar to the suits Noctis wore. There even seemed to be a skull motif on the inside. 

“Hey, shortcake, already decided what you’ll wear?” Aranea popped up beside him, looking down at the suit.

“Well- no.”

“Just wear the suit. They prepared it for you and it’s obvious you want to. What’s there to think about?” She shrugged.

“What’ll people say? It’s obvious that this’ll match whatever Noct will be wearing.”

“You’ve been wearing his wardrobe every day and no one has uttered a word. And even if they did, your dearest prince would’ve stepped in. And if not, I will.”

Prompto’s face flushed and he let out a cough, unable to utter a word in retort. “That’s…”

“No different, just wear what you want.” She said, her tone final.

Twenty minutes later Prompto stood in front of the doors to the grand hall, adorned in his suit. It fit better than any of his robes ever had. He steadied his breath and walked in, carefully glancing around in search of anyone he knew.

“Hey blondie, nice suit!” Gladio patted him on the back, making the blond feel like his spine would break. “If you’re looking for Princess, he isn’t here yet.”

“Hi, Big Guy. Thanks.” Prompto straightened himself. “Anyone else here?”

“Think I saw Lady Lunafreya across the hall earlier. Lord Ravus is over there having a talk with Ignis,” Gladio said, nodding to the left. Ravus and Ignis were indeed lost in conversation.

Prompto didn’t feel like interfering with their talk, and walking through the sea of people he didn’t know in search of Luna didn’t sound appealing either, so he opted to wait by Gladio’s side.

It didn’t take long. No more than five minutes later, Noctis walked through the doors in the back to his father’s side. Regis announced his presence and people cheered in congratulations. Music set in and Noctis swiftly made his way over to Prompto. 

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it. Enjoy the evening, Blondie.”
“You too, Big Guy.” Prompto walked over, meeting Noctis halfway. 

“You’re wearing the suit. It looks great on you!” The black-haired Prince said with his crooked smile. 

“Ah- yea, thanks. You look…” Prompto started. Noctis looked absolutely stunning, their suits very obviously matched, despite being fully black. The tie, a midnight blue, contrasted with his red. “Great- you look great too.” 

Noctis let out a snicker. “Thanks, Prom. Wanna dance or attack the buffet?”

“May I have this dance?” Prompto asked in mock politeness, taking a small bow and holding out his hand. 

“Of course, my Prince.” Noctis accepted and they took to the dancefloor. Neither paid attention to any of the stares, only having eyes for each other. Prompto felt like he could keep going forever, just holding onto Noct and looking into his blue eyes, a smile playing on his lips that looked so soft. He wondered how they would feel under his. His cheeks turned red and he hoped the other wouldn’t notice.

Eventually the spell was broken and Noctis guided him back to the side. “I need a drink. You want anything?”

Only now the blond noticed how warm it was. “Oh- yes, please.”

As Noct walked away Luna patted him on the shoulder. “Hi Prompto. Seems like you are having a good time.” She said with a smirk.

“Ah- hi, yea, I guess.” He scratched his wrist nervously.

“Something wrong? You seem to be hitting it off well enough.”

“Hitting it off?” Prompto looked up in confusion.

“Well, aside from you both looking like a blushing, stumbling mess. Yes. Did you confess already?” She seemed to be genuinely curious which just got the blond more confused.

“Confess what? We’re friends.”
Luna giggled. “Sure, sure. Just think, I’m sure you’ll get the answer to what you really want soon enough.” 

Prompto refused, even if Noctis was perfect in his eyes; those lips so soft and kissable, his hands comforting and those eyes the only ones he could get lost in forever. They were just best friends. Nothing more. He shook his head, trying to ignore the flush appearing back on his cheeks.

“Nonono. Lunaaaa…” 

“Don’t say I didn’t tell you. Your writing told me everything, and today just confirmed it.” She winked. “Seems your prince is back with your drinks. Spare me a dance will you?”

“What was that?” Noctis stepped in, handing Prompto his glass.

“Uhm- nothing, just teasing. Asked for a dance.” 

The blond didn’t dare look up at the other.

“Hm- that all?” 

Prompto felt like Noctis could tell there was more, but he really didn’t want to tell him about his not crush on the other boy. It was awkward and he never felt awkward around Noct.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” The black-haired Prince looked genuinely concerned.

If only he could, but Prompto didn’t even know what this was. “I know, just… I don’t know.”

They stood in silence. After a moment Luna returned and pulled Prompto into a silent dance. The freckled Prince was happy to be away for a bit, needing time to think. But the more he thought the more he reached the ‘ more than friends’ answer. And that was a problem. He would be leaving the following morning, with no idea when or how often they could see each other. How could he jeopardise their friendship with feelings he didn’t even understand? The dance ended and Luna led him back to the side with a kind smile.

Prompto didn’t remember much else from the evening, the time after passing by in a blur. He ended up back in bed with his thoughts plaguing him. Noctis had looked hurt in the end, Luna worried, and neither Aranea or Gladio were teasing him, which meant he himself must’ve looked awful as well.

 

The following morning, he was at the car with his bags. Noctis stood in front of him, looking like he had not slept at all. “Prom… “ He started, but didn’t continue.

“Noct, I’m sorry, I- don’t know. I’m just confused I guess.” He looked down at his feet.

“Confused about what?”

“You- me… us?”

“What’s there to be confused about? We’re best friends.” Noctis looked lost.

“That’s the thing, I don’t know if I want us to be best friends.” That had the other looking hurt. Oh nonono, wrong phrasing. How could he be so stupid? The blond felt sick for making that look appear on Noct’s face.

He started frantically waving his hands. “No- Noct! That’s not, what am I saying, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“It’s alright. I get it, I had it all wrong.” Noctis turned his gaze away, expression growing dark.

Prompto reached out, grabbing him by the shoulders, before taking a deep breath. “That’s not it… I’m just- I can’t make sense of it, but I think… I like you!”

The black-haired Prince stood still, his stormy blue eyes wide, sparkling in the sun, searching for an answer in Prompto’s violet-blue ones. The blond couldn’t blink, only a second must have passed but it felt like hours before Noctis moved, pulling him into a hug and landing a soft kiss on his cheek. “You dork, I like you too.”

Prompto calmed down, sinking into the hug and wrapping his arms around Noct’s back before hiding his face in the crook of his neck. “I wish I could stay, but there’s more peace to be made.”

“Maybe one day you can, you know I’ll always wait.” 

Prompto looked up, their eyes locked again, faces centimetres apart, breaths mingling and before he knew it he had closed the distance, landing a quick peck on Noctis’ lips. They were even softer than he imagined. “I know.” He moved back shyly, dropping his hands and turning to the car. He looked back once to see Noctis standing there with a soft crooked smile on his face. The smile that never failed to make his heart skip a beat.

 

Prompto travelled around, from Tenebrae to Accordo, back to Niflheim and as often as he could to Lucis. Aranea was always by his side, offering support or, as she put it, ‘ to kick his ass back into gear.’ 

He often felt lonely, dreaming of holding Noctis close, locking eyes and feeling his lips again. It kept reminding him of why he’s doing this. To bring the nations together as one and eventually reach the day where they could stay by each other’s sides. Hopefully. If Noct accepts.

He knew Noctis cared for him deeply, he made sure to show him when they did get to meet up. But there was this ugly voice in his head that kept telling him they were young, they were both princes, with a duty and nothing would last forever.

 

Prompto had just been on a visit to one of the old Niflheim bases in Leide, confirming its deconstruction. And as it had been a few months since he had last seen the Lucian Prince, he opted for a visit before continuing his travels. The texts and calls were simply not enough. They were sitting side by side on a bench in the Citadel gardens, Prompto absentmindedly flipping through his pictures.

“Hey, Prom, you okay?” 

“Huh- oh yeah, just tired.” Prompto showed a smile before leaning his head on Noctis’ shoulder, who wrapped his arm around the blond, pulling him closer.

“Hm, makes sense. We barely see each other.” 

Prompto’s heart clenched. Noctis sounded sad. If only he could take care of everything faster, then they could see each other more often. Why did he have to end up as Crown Prince of Niflheim? It would almost be easier to just be some pleb from Lucis. Though, they might have never met that way. But still. He didn’t notice his thoughts were spiralling until Noct’s voice echoed through.

“Prom- hey, you really sure you’re okay?” He looked especially worried now.

Prompto shot up, facing his boyfriend (the idea still made him blush). “Sorry, I am, just… lost in thought. I wish we could spend more time together, if only I didn’t have to…”

“Do your duty? Work hard to restore what Niflheim ruined?” Noctis finished for him.

The blond nodded.

“You know it doesn’t matter, right? I told you I would wait. You’re doing great, Prom. And if you need my help, I am here for you.”

“Thanks, Noct.” Prompto grinned and Noctis leaned in, closing his stormy-blue eyes as one hand moved up to cup a freckled cheek. Their lips touched in a soft and warm kiss. The blond melted into it, putting his arms around Noctis’ neck, fingers tangling into black locks as he deepened the kiss, slightly opening his mouth, allowing Noctis entry. They stayed like that, lips and tongues moving in tandem, hands moving through hair, caressing each other’s backs and tugging on shirts. It both felt like forever and only seconds. Eventually they had to pull away to properly breathe, their faces flushed, lips red and swollen and hair messy.

“Uhm- so… “ Prompto tried to speak, but had no clue what to say. Every time they kissed it took his ability to breathe and think away. 

Noctis took a moment, just staring at the flush on the blond’s face and his hair that shone like gold in the sun. He then looked down at the camera between them. “How about the park?”

“Huh?” Prompto blinked in confusion.

“You’ve mostly been taking pictures of the gardens right?”

“Uh- yes.” 

“What you say we go visit the park, maybe get something to eat also.” Noctis said, showing his crooked grin in triumph when Prompto jumped up beaming in excitement. 

 

When they arrived at the Esterway park Prompto ran off, taking hundreds of pictures of trees, flowers, dogs playing on the field, and ducks swimming in the lake. He regularly paused to wave Noctis over with a blinding smile, showing him whatever caught his eye. Each time he did, Noctis would sneak a quick kiss with a fond smile. 

 

Their meetings were what Prompto always looked forward to as he was working. Noctis and Regis kept their promise to support him. And, with permission from Regis, Noctis, Gladio and Ignis flew over to join in on assemblies in Galahd, Accordo, Leiden and other places.

During Prompto’s visits to the Citadel Noctis would take the blond wherever he wished. Be it taking pictures from the wall, overseeing the outer areas and the city, to eat at Kenny Crow’s to Ignis’ chagrin, restoring high scores at the arcade, going to a zoo to pet chocobos, or taking a tour of the city, showing his former school and taking Prompto to his favourite sushi place. Everything was new to Prompto, each place exciting him without fail. After the chocobos he had thanked Noctis every chance he got for weeks. He had had to deal with Aranea’s teasing the entire time, but it didn’t matter. Noctis had shown him chocobos. Chocobos! And the selfie of them with one of the chocobos and the picture of Noctis with the only black chocochick, he would treasure forever.

 

End of year 754M.E. 

Four years after Prompto started rebuilding connections, proving himself trustworthy, and after revising countless documents to appease each nation, all treaties had finally been signed, the one with Accordo having been last. The people were now able to freely travel between all nations and trade was in full motion.

And where at first he had mostly been welcomed with judging gazes, nasty whispers behind his back and even attacks on his life ( thank Gods for his quick reflexes and Aranea ), most would now smile upon seeing him and thank him for his efforts. Not everyone was full-on positive yet and plenty of people were still prejudiced after centuries of war. But his worries had significantly diminished.

 

He travelled back the morning after the signing. Upon his arrival at the Keep the royal guards, footmen, and council members were running to the Emperor’s chambers in panic. Prompto’s heart sank. Ledolas’ health had not gotten any better over time and it honestly surprised him how long the man had held out. The blond didn’t like the man, but didn’t hold a grudge either. He had learned about his background and the manipulation of Ardyn after the Emperor had lost his wife and son, using his grief to fuel the war.

“Your highness, welcome back.” One of the footmen stopped and bowed, frantic and out of breath.

“Thank you. Please tell me what’s going on?”

The man looked distraught. “The Emperor passed away, your Highness.”
Prompto hung his head. He knew this day was coming. He followed the men to the chamber, confirming with his own eyes that indeed, Ledolas Aldercapt was gone. The head council woman turned to face Prompto with an indifferent expression.

“Your Highness, we will immediately be starting preparations for his Excellency’s funeral service after which will be your coronation. When can we expect a meeting?”

“Ah- Gather in the council room by the next hour.” He barely managed to get the words out. Everyone nodded, filing out of the chamber shortly after.

 

That evening Prompto laid on his bed, phone in hand, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Noctis’s name was at the top of the screen. He kept typing and deleting messages over and over. Eventually settling on a simple “ Hey Noct.”

Two minutes later Noctis responded. “ Prom! Everything alright?”

Prompto couldn’t help but smile, of course Noctis knew. He hadn’t used an emote. “ Can we call?”

“ Of course.” 

He immediately started the call, Noctis picking up after the first ring. “ So, what’s up?”

“The sky.” He grinned at his own joke, hearing a snicker from the other side, before continuing. “I returned to Niflheim this morning… and- well…”

“Did Loqi do something?” Noctis let out a growl, knowing how rude the haughty blond could be.

“No, no, not this time, it’s- you know how the Emperor’s health has been?” 

“Yes... you mean to say…?” 

“I’ll have to stay for a while and take care of the funeral service, after which will be my coronation.” Prompto said with a deep sigh. He didn’t mind too much, knowing that after this he could properly offer the unification of their countries, but the prospect of a coronation had him feeling small.

“I- whoa, so your Excellency…” Noctis made a sound, as if choking. “Gods no, Prompto is better.” 

“So Noct, dude, no changing that either?” Prompto smiled. Leave it to Noctis to make him feel better.

“ Of course, you better not start calling me Highness or Majesty. It’s enough that I have to keep telling Ignis to stop it.” 

“Duly noted!”

“So how about a game? I think we could use a distraction.”

Prompto jumped up to grab his controller, putting Noctis on speaker. “Sounds like a plan, get ready to get your ass kicked!”

Noctis laughed. “ You mean your ass! It’s on!”

Chapter 9: Just me and you

Two weeks later, the funeral service of Emperor Ledolas Aldercapt was held. The day was torturous, and the ceremony endless. Prompto was made to wear his heaviest, most uncomfortable and restricting robes. He couldn’t recall how he got through it all, what happened, or when he had finished his speech, but when he finally made it back to his chamber, he was glad to fall down on his, sadly still, uncomfortable bed. He looked up at the wall, the selfie with Noctis and the chocobo making him smile. “At least I got you.” He mumbled, before falling asleep.

 

Whenever he got a break, he made sure to text or call someone, mostly Noctis, of course, but also Ignis, Luna, and Gladio. All of them helped keep him sane and smiling. Ignis even gave tips, somehow knowing more about Niflheim customs than Prompto did. The preparations took longer than the blond expected. Just why did it have to take over two months for one coronation to be prepared? He agonised as he looked down at the stack of papers to get through. That kind of explained it. The files were all on customs, laws, regulations, and the required steps for the coronation, assuring he wouldn’t mess up and, as a result, make a fool of himself and the nation.

Finally the morning of the sixteenth of February, 755M.E. he got to put on his official robes and was guided to the throne room by two guards and Aranea. The entire coronation would be broadcast across Eos, so barely anyone was in attendance. Only a handful of officials had made the trip. As the doors opened and he walked in, he recalled the day he had first arrived. The room had felt cold and imposing with its lack of windows and light. Ledolas had looked down on him and Ardyn had appeared with his sickening voice. Now that he looked in again, it somehow just felt… lonely . The throne seemed smaller and the room darker than he recalled. Prompto slowly made his way over, carefully looking around and, noticing Luna standing to the side, he showed her a small smile before taking the few steps up to the seat.

 

The coronation went by uneventfully. He made his vows, speeches were held, he signed the documents, and received his royal cape, after which he was crowned. The Cape being similar to the long white one Ledolas had worn, but instead red, with his own crest on the back. The crown was a sleek gold circlet. Once he stood up those in the room bowed. And all he could do was swallow, standing rigid, wishing he could run. He didn’t belong on this throne, in these robes, with this particular crown. Luna looked up in compassion, able to read the distress in his face. Somehow, despite how simple it was, the entire coronation took about two hours and by the end of it, Prompto was exhausted.

He walked off to a quiet corner where he knew barely anyone would look, a nook in a hallway he had often hidden during his first years at the Keep. Luna followed shortly behind him.

“Prompto?” She moved to sit beside him, softly putting a hand on his knee.

“Hi, Luna.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything. I can tell this is hard on you. Just let me know if there’s anything I can do.” She showed a gentle smile, her blue eyes caring as she quietly waited.

Eventually Prompto moved, shifting a bit closer. “Just… stay.” 

Luna put an arm around his back. “Of course.”

Half an hour passed, neither moved or spoke.

“I- sorry…” 

“Prompto, there’s no need to apologise.”

He nodded weakly, eyes on the floor. “I know, but… Now I am really the Emperor. And it’s wrong.”

Luna shifted, sitting down in front of Prompto, making him look at her. “Hey, you’re still you. You can continue as you’ve done all this time. All that changed is the title some stuck up officials put in front of your name.” She grinned.

The blond tilted his head, bangs falling over his eyes. “Hm, I guess.”

“You know I’m right, so what will you do?”

“Well, first, I will have to check the laws on marriage.” He averted his gaze as he felt his face getting warm.

“Ooooh, are you planning on asking him?” Luna clapped her hands in excitement.

“The idea was to bring our nations together. What better way than to make them one?” Prompto showed a wide grin.

“Hm, there shouldn’t be an issue on the side of Lucis, so if the Niflheim laws allow it...” She jumped up, pulling Prompto back to his feet.

“I can ask for Noct’s hand,” he finished.

“You better keep me updated!”

“You know I will.” 

 

Prompto immediately set out to find the documents on laws applying to the royal line. He couldn’t recall reading much about marriage and lineage, but was sure there must have been something. 

After a few hours of filing through documents he finally found one page. He looked over it, stopping on one particular line. “ A person who is one of the three persons next in the line of succession to the crown must obtain consent of His Excellency before marrying.” But, that’s him and there’s no one before or after in line. He flipped through the pages, trying to see if there was anything else, but there was nothing. Not a word on heirs, lineage, or gender. Prompto let out a sigh of relief, sliding down in his chair, thinking over his next steps while sending Luna a message. “I’m going to ask him. (´꒳`)♡”

 

“Hey, Shortcake, calm down will you?” Aranea put a hand on Prompto’s shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. The blond had been pacing around the aircraft for a while, finally getting on the woman’s nerves.

“Just sit down and take a deep breath. We’re almost there.”

Prompto sighed and sat down. “Okay, okay, you’re right.”

“You know your pretty prince will be waiting for you. And if he dares break your heart I’ll be there to break him.”

“I know you will, but I’d rather not see that scenario happen.” Prompto pouted. He really was nervous. Yes, Noctis liked him, but did he love him? The past few days he had been a mess, thinking over every possible scenario.

“It’ll be fine, so wipe that pout off your face and buckle up your Excellency . It looks like we’re about to land,” she said with a mocking grin.

The landing was smooth, and the drive through the wall to the Citadel quick, almost too quick for Prompto’s liking. As they walked inside he kept playing with the small polished wooden box in his pocket. His main goal was to ask for Noctis’ hand, and thus he hadn’t specified a duration for his stay, not knowing when the perfect moment to do so would arise.

 

“His Excellency Emperor Prompto Argentum of Niflheim, has arrived.” A strong voice announced. Prompto was glad to have his own name back, he thought as he walked into the Throne room.

“Welcome again Prompto. I’m sorry these formalities are a thing, but with your recent coronation…” Regis started with a grin and a roll of his eyes.

“I fully understand, your Majesty.” Prompto gave a small bow, smiling at the King. “I came to say that this time I am not here for just a small visit.”

Regis leaned forward, both hands on the armrests of his throne and looked straight at the blond. If Prompto hadn’t known the man deemed him family already, he would have been scared. “May I ask, your Excellency, what else is it you’re here for?”

Prompto looked down, clenching his fists and taking deep breaths to stave off the nerves that were threatening to return tenfold. After a few seconds he returned his gaze to King Regis, looking straight into the man’s green eyes. “I, Emperor Prompto Argentum, am intending on asking for Noctis’ hand in marriage and am hoping for your blessing.” He bowed.

The room went silent, and the blond could feel the gazes of the guards resting on him. Seconds passed, his hands were sweaty and he had to fight the urge to bolt.

After what felt like hours the mood suddenly lighted up as a booming laugh echoed through the room.

“My boy, I have been waiting for this day.”

Prompto looked up, eyes wide in surprise. “You- Do you?...”

The man now looked at Prompto fondly. “Of course you have my blessing. No one has made our Prince as happy as you have. You returned his smile and my hope for a good future for the boy. It makes me glad to know you wish to stay by his side. Please, keep bringing him happiness.”

“I- thank you, Regis!” The blond beamed, grin spreading from ear to ear.

“No, thank you, Prompto. Now go, take it easy, you are welcome to stay as long as you need.”

 

The blond took his leave, and when he noticed Noctis wasn’t around, probably busy with tutoring sessions or meetings, he went to his usual room. Aranea followed with a grin, struggling to stay quiet and not tell him ‘told you so’ openly.

Moments later Prompto had changed and was waiting; he could feel himself growing anxious again, despite Regis having given him his blessing, thank Gods . He still had to ask Noctis, the most important person of all, and no matter what anyone said, unless he heard it from the Prince himself, there was still that chance, that feeling, that he might say no.

“Please, go take a walk, take pictures, do something! You’ve been pacing for an hour.  Any more and you’ll make me nervous.” Aranea groaned. “You know it might be hours before he’s free, right?”

“Huh- oh, yeah, I know. Just…” He didn’t finish his sentence, instead grabbing his camera, almost letting it drop out of his shaking hands. “I’ll go take that walk.”

The nerves didn’t vanish, but strolling through the Citadel, every once in a while stopping to take a picture, did help him take his mind off for a bit. The hours passed by and it was late in the evening when Noctis appeared to be free. Sadly the boy was not alone, flanked by Gladio and Ignis. Usually the blond would be delighted to see the two other men, but tonight he had hoped to meet Noctis alone.

“Blondie! Nice to see you. Ain’t it nice Noct?” He shoved the Lucian Prince forward. His face had turned red upon seeing Prompto.

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks Gladio.” He frowned before properly facing Prompto with his signature crooked smile and pulling him into a hug. “I missed you.” He quietly mumbled. 

“Missed you too.” The blond responded, his heart speeding up.

When Noctis pulled away, he had turned bright red. The nerves paired with the happiness of seeing Noct again almost became too much.

“Hi guys !” His voice cracked.

Ignis pulled his hand up, stifling a laugh. “Hello, Prompto. I hope you’ve been doing well.”

Prompto was stunned upon hearing the advisor use his name out in the halls. “All is good, yeah. Glad to be back.” 

“That’s good. How about we go up? I’ll call for some food to be brought up to Noctis’ room.”

Noctis looked pleased, taking hold of Prompto’s hand. “Sounds like a plan! I’m famished.”

He went along, accepting that tonight would not be the night and instead deciding to enjoy the evening. After all, Prompto had missed seeing them in person.

 

The following morning the blond woke up when he felt the bed shift. He carefully rolled around feeling that the spot beside him was empty, but still warm. As he slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the warm sunlight in the room, he noticed Noctis running around. 

“Mornin’, Noct.” He said groggily. Usually he was the morning person, but the previous day had tired him out.

Noctis strode over, leaning down to give the blond a quick kiss. “Morning, Prom. I have to go, before Ignis will have my head.”

Prompto showed a gentle smile. “Of course. I’ll see you later?”

“As soon as they let me go.” The Lucian Prince sighed. 

The blond knew how busy he had been lately and it was easy to see on Noctis’ face. Expectations were growing as he was getting older, and they were preparing him for the day he would have to take over the Throne.

He pulled the Prince down for one more kiss. “Go! Message me when you’re free, okay?”

“I will.” And with one more quick peck on the cheek Noctis rushed off.

 

Prompto took his time to get up. Silently making his way to the bathroom to freshen up and get dressed, after which he went over to the living area. He was thrilled to see Ignis had left him some breakfast as well.

After his meal and a drink he didn’t really know what to do. It was still early and, just like the day before, Noctis would probably be busy until late. And he had seen enough of the Citadel for now.

After a moment of thinking his options through, he opted for a photo-walk through the city. 

A short drive later, one of the Citadel’s private chauffeurs dropped him off near one of the many parks with Aranea and one of the Crownsguard to accompany him. 

The hours went by peacefully. Despite Aranea’s teasing and the Crownsguard’s complete silence and stiff presence, the blond enjoyed himself. The weather was amazing, a comfortable temperature with a light breeze and a few clouds making it so the light wasn’t too harsh. Prompto couldn’t wait to show Noct the pictures he’d taken. There were some adorable ones of stray cats sleeping in the sun, a dog chasing a ball, and ducks bathing in the lake. There were also some beautiful shots of the sun peeking through the blossoms or the Citadel looking almost unreal as the sky was reflected in its windows.

Evening was nearing and when the sky started to turn dark, he was escorted back. There had only been one message from Noctis. “Sorry, council isn’t letting me go. See you after dinner? :( ”

Prompto knew what that was like and was just glad the other took a moment to let him know. “I’ll wait, no worries buddy! (´ ε ` )♡” 

“Dork.”  

The blond grinned, making his way to Noctis’ room after dinner, opting to wait for the Prince. If he showed up alone, this would be his moment to ask.

 

Time ticked by, nerves settling in his stomach. He moved to the balcony for some air. It was dark out, almost not a star to be seen due to the light of the city. Despite that the view was beautiful, the city glowing bright under the dark blue sky. Prompto stared in silence, transfixed by the view not noticing the door behind him opening. Suddenly a calm song filled his ears and a warm hand grabbed his, spinning him around against Noct’s chest.

“Good evening, may I have this dance?”

“Wha- Noct! Uhm, yes?” Prompto was stunned, just staring at Noct who looked at him with a confident grin. It took him a moment to fully grasp what was happening, the music was the soundtrack of a romantic scene in one of their favourite games and Noct just asked him for a dance… In his own room!

“I’m glad I finally got you to myself.” Noctis started as he laid his hand on Prompto’s shoulder, pulling him into the dance. “They just wouldn’t let me go, despite me telling them I had other obligations. ”

“Those other obligations being this dance?” The freckled boy sniggered as he moved along.

“Of course, it’s the most important.” Noctis responded with a huff. 

At that, Prompto laid his head on Noct’s shoulder as they kept dancing. The soundtrack guiding their movement and the view of the city behind them.

The song eventually came to an end and they moved to stand by the railing of the balcony in silence, looking out over the city as they held hands.

Prompto’s heart was racing and his hands were getting clammy. This was the moment.

“Noct?”

The Prince softly squeezed his hand and looked over.

“What I- will you… Oh Gods, how do I start?” Prompto realised he never really thought of exactly how he was going to ask.

“Prom, look at me.” He paused and looked up, noticing Noctis’ eyes staring at him in pure fondness.

“Take your time to tell me, you know I love you.” Noctis took a hold of his hands, trying to steady the blond who’s eyes were wide in wonder and disbelief. 

Had he heard that right? Did Noct really just say he loved him? The dance just now, that look, those words. It’s almost like he was the one proposing. 

Prompto took a few moments to gather his bearings, taking a deep breath before attempting to speak again.

“All these years I’ve cared for you and loved only you. Your smile is the one that warms my heart, your eyes the ones I see whenever I close mine, you hands are the ones bringing me comfort, and every moment I spend at your side is precious. Everything I’ve done is so I could build a future with you and I can’t imagine myself anywhere else but here. I love you and what I mean to say is, Noct... Will you marry me?” He looked up at Noctis, violet-blue eyes wide in question, hands holding on tight, not daring to let go.

Noctis blinked, once, twice, and the longer he waited to respond the more his fear crept up again. His lips started trembling. “I- sorry, I’ll just-“ And that’s when the Prince dragged him into his arms, leaned in, and their lips met in a searing kiss. It was the only answer the blond needed and he responded right away, their lips moving together. There were no fireworks or big revelations. Just the feeling of love and warmth. They stayed like that for several minutes as Prompto put his arms around Noctis’ neck pulling him even closer.

When they stopped to finally breathe, Noctis put his answer into one single word. “Yes!” A crooked grin donning his face before he leaned in again.

—

A few years later they exchanged their vows in front of everyone they cared for. Regis had cried and Ignis had wholeheartedly congratulated them, after weeks of fussing about all the preparations. Luna had pulled them both into a hug. Aranea and Gladio supported them with their usual teasing, not commenting on their red rimmed eyes. “ They cried” Noctis had said, pointing out the obvious. Prompto had only laughed.

Their nations had truly become one and Prompto shone more every day, happiness overtaking him completely. Noctis beamed and pulled the blond into a dance once the soundtrack he had played that one evening on the balcony set in. “You with me?” Noct asked. 

“Ever at your side.” Prompto responded, smiling bright as he followed his husband.