M.E. 756 - Crown City, Insomnia: Noctis' Apartment

Four years after his departure from high school, the Crown Prince was now twenty years old. Time had flown by since then, rather too quickly to his liking.

Although he was an adult, his duties as Crown Prince had come to a halt. Through many things behind the scenes, the Chancellor of Niflheim had recently met up with the king and his royal court. Ardyn Izunia, the chancellor, had proposed a peace treaty of sorts. In exchange for this cease fire, all Lucian territories except the Crown City would fall under Imperial rule, and Noctis Lucis Caelum was to be wed with the Oracle, the princess of Tenebrae, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.

It had been... How long had it been since he had last seen Luna? Far too long. The two had been secretly communicating with each other via a notebook, which was sent back and forth with one of Luna's dogs, Umbra, who possessed magical abilities. Even still, to have a wedding to be held in the country of Altissia felt such short notice.

That didn't mean he didn't cherish the girl, no, Noctis cherished Luna deeply. One of his first few friends he had come to make in his youth, aside from Y/N, Gladiolus, and Ignis, that is.

But still—marriage? Noctis hardly had any experience with women. Let alone having a girlfriend. Never had a girlfriend either. It all felt a bit too sudden for him.

His phone's alarm soon began blaring out loudly. Noctis, drowsy and exhausted, clumsily reached over for his phone from the nightstand to shut it off. The black-haired prince fumbled with the objects on the nightstand to shut the alarm off before he eventually did, sighing contently as he went to go back to his slumber. Though the process was interrupted when his phone started ringing again.

Noctis groaned and picked it up. He froze. Ignis was calling.

He answered the call, "...Hello?"

"Good morning," Ignis' voice gently greets through the phone's speaker. "Did I wake you?"

"Well, the alarm sure didn't..." Noct mumbled.

"Then I was right to call."

"But it's so early," the prince complained with a yawn.

"I'm heading over regardless. Make sure you have everything in order before I arrive."

"Right..."

"And you best be awake when I get there."

"I will be."

"His Majesty should be eagerly awaiting your arrival."

"I know," Noctis affirmed. Though he couldn't help but bite back a slight scowl. He wondered if his father would actually keep his promise.

Their relationship had been rocky at the moment, but that didn't mean he hated him. He still cared for him; albeit he does in his own way.

A hum could be heard through Noctis' phone. "Good. I'll be there soon."

The call ended, Noctis sighing before he let out a wry smile. Things were really moving far too quickly for his liking, but he couldn't help but feel excited.

"Guess I'd better get up."

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8:30 AM - Crown City, Insomnia: Cemetery of Nobility and Royal Family

Elsewhere, a particular red-haired young man could be seen standing before a grave. Deep within a crypt, the name, Ninian Aenir L/N, with the words etched onto the marble stating: "Here lies a wonderful woman, a thoughtful wife, and caring mother. A kind and gentle soul that now rests peacefully."

His fingers traveled along the words etched in the marbled stone, a somber expression on his face as he stared down at the picture that lay against the grave. It was of a woman with a pale complexion—looking rather sickly—with pale, mint blue hair. Despite the sickly nature of her appearance, she looked happy. A beautiful smile graced her features, her ruby red eyes filled with warmth and love. However, that was not all in the picture, her two loved ones were there. Her loving husband and precious son were on either side of her, smiles held, but their eyes showed that a deep sorrowness lay within.

It was an immortalized moment—told after the clerics and healers had told them that Ninian didn't have much time to live. But despite the grim and despairing end to her, she remained happy in all of her vanity. Her final request was to take one last picture. One last picture with those she truly loved the most.

When she had passed, it was a dark time for Y/N, the young man remembering how much it affected him deeply and mentally. Days where he wouldn't want to leave his room for daily training or anything. He loved his mother with all his heart, always did the most in whatever time he could spend with her. Whether it be from short walks through the gardens or a simple story time when sitting in the living room of their home, he cherished all that he could. But to have death have her slip away from their grasps in such a pivotal and hard point in their life, it felt like Y/N just wanted to shut down. To be away from the world.

Things would've turned out much more grim had it not been for his friends. But even still, to have his mother depart from this plane of existence, it felt like a piece of him had left him as well.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, Y/N letting out a slight hum as he took it out. It was Ignis, answering the phone and raising it up to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Hello, Y/N. Did I disturb you with something?"

A bitter smile appeared on his face, "No, no. Not at all. I was just...visiting. Did something come up?"

"Ah, nothing of the sort," Ignis' voice said, his tone slightly apologetic. "But if you had the time, would you meet Noct and I at the Citadel? We're to clean out his belongings for the day before clearing out the apartment."

"Sure, no problem. I'll see you guys in fifteen."

"Of course, Y/N, take care. And do take your time. You needn't rush yourself."

His tone understanding and smooth, his voice held his own sort of condolences. He would have said such things, but Ignis had always said that such things were preferred to be said in person rather than on the phone. Fair enough, in his right, at least.

Ignis ended the call, Y/N tucking his phone back into his pocket as he once more looked back at the grave. Shaking his head a couple of times, he tried to bring up the best smile he possibly could. Brushing the etched name one last time, he turned on his heel.

"See you, mom. I love you."

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8:45 AM - Crown City, Insomnia: Citadel

In fifteen minutes, Y/N arrived at the end of the steps that led up into the Citadel. Having the valet take the car he was in to take it down below, he sat on the end of the steps to wait for the two.

"Y/N." A stern, but respectful voice was said to him.

Upon hearing his name, Y/N stood up and looked to his left. A brown-haired man with blue eyes and a scarred face, tall with heavy looking apparel. A red leather jacket with coattails that went all the way down to his lower thigh. He had a chainmail, pauldron-like armor on his left shoulder while a black cloak was draped down his right, his cloak being connected to a high collar. Black leather gloves, pants, and combots finished off his outfit.

"Captain Drautos," Y/N nodded.

Titus Drautos is the current head of the Kingsglaive—the offensive fighting force dedicated to protecting the crown—once his father, Eliwood, had found a suitable successor to lead the force in his place. Drautos was taken in by Regis once his home had fallen to Imperial acquisition many decades ago.

A star pupil under the tutelage of Regis' Sword, Drautos quickly found himself accepting the position of "Captain" of the Kingsglaive, a position he takes quite seriously and highly. And due to his intelligence as a skilled strategist and commanding leader, he is owed the most respect among the army—even if he is an outsider in Lucis' eyes.

"How has life been faring for you?" The captain asked.

"It's been... Fair, for the most part. There were some things that didn't work out."

"Which reminds me. It's about two years late, but I'm sorry for your loss. For both you and Commander Eliwood," the man had said, his face showing concern and remorse about the subject.

Y/N merely shook his head. "It's fine. You were quite busy with your own work. I know how demanding the assignments of the Kingsglaive are. You shouldn't trouble yourself over something as small as this."

"I have only met your mother a few times. She is—er, was something we might consider a blessing. Her kindness knows no bounds; she often sent many gifts and amenities to us. The Glaives were quite saddened by her departure as well. I just wanted to let you know."

"Thank you, Captain." Y/N gratefully smiled.

A powerful roar of an engine echoed within the inside of the walls of Citadel. Cruising down the road and going around the roundabout, a custom-made performance car of the Crown Prince, The Star of Lucis, came to a halt before them. Stepping out of the car was Ignis and Noctis, Drautos instantly standing at attention of the royal heir.

"We've been waiting for you, Your Highness," Drautos said firmly.

"Noct. Specs," Y/N greeted warmly.

Noctis nodded back. "Hey, N/N. Haven't seen you in ages, Drautos."

"I appreciate you bringing the car, Ignis," Drautos said, walking over to shake the Hand's hand. "After your business here, will you be returning home, Prince Noctis?"

"That's the plan."

"Understood. I'll have someone drop you off."

"Thanks," the prince said, his laid back attitude being normal to the castle guards and soldiers.

Drautos nods and turns to Ignis with a firm look. "Make sure you're available at all times, Ignis. I can't say for sure when King Regis will be able to see you, given his schedule."

This surprised the three young men, particularly Noctis. A displeased expression made its way across his face, frowning as he let out a slight disgruntled grunt. Though the most surprised was Ignis, considering the change in plans was unexpected. However, it should've been expected, considering the preparations of the peace talks that had been underway since days prior.

"I had no idea."

Y/N crossed his arms, "I know the peace talks are demanding, but it required that much of a change?"

"Unfortunately. But this is all for in hopes of ending the war," Drautos said with a sigh.

"Seriously? Whatever happened to meeting us now?" Noctis was agitated. Rightfully so, but he could've tried his best to hide it.

"His meeting probably dragged on longer than anticipated," Drautos stated, ignoring the prince's impertinence; Noctis only groaning lowly to himself. "I hope His Majesty has time to see you before your departure tomorrow."

There were a few seconds of silence. Until Ignis broke it.

"Captain."

"Yes?"

"Is the date of the signing still undecided?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Drautos furrowed his brow, rubbing his temple.

Ignis couldn't help but sigh himself. "Unfortunately, indeed."

"I understand your anxieties, but King Regis said he'd like to proceed with caution."

"Of course."

"Let us know as soon as things have been settled," Y/N cuts in to end the conversation, but appreciative nonetheless. Time was of the essence.

"I will. Have a good day, you three."

Drautos waved his goodbyes and entered the Star of Lucis, starting the engine as it roared to life once more. Once he had left, the three began to ascend up the long lavish stairs into the Citadel.

"I get how you feel, Noct, but don't feel angry about your dad over this," Y/N mindfully says.

"Indeed. Everyone has been having their fair share of troubles regarding the peace signing." Ignis voices his concerns out as well.

Noctis mumbles, "I know."

Walking through the great big doors of the Citadel, they began walking along down the large chamber. Up ahead, a familiar black-haired girl in her mid-teens was speaking with a middle-aged man, whose appearance was rather similar to Ignis. Wearing servant attire, prim proper—buttoned up black vest with a white dress shirt underneath, black dress pants and black loafers—was Ignis' uncle, Lewyn.

(A/N): This isn't actually Ignis' uncle's name. In the Parting Ways (prologue of FFXV), he was simply given the title of attendant. We don't actually know any of his family members' names, so I had to think of them up.

The black-haired girl was Gladiolus' younger sister, Iris Amicitia. Being a young girl in the Crown City, Iris kept herself rather fashionable and casual, as opposed to her elder brother that much rather wore things that were plain and free fitting. Dressed in a sleeveless red and black hoodie, adorned with red flower designs on it, with a red and black tartan mini-skirt. Though the skirt looked to have been ripped and part of a much longer dress. Other details of her outfit included two leather belts around her waist, red cords wrapped around her left wrist and a leather bracer on the right, a silver necklace and pendant, and a black choker. She was far more stylized compared to her brother, that much was certain.

"Any chance I could see him?" Iris pleaded with Ignis' uncle.

Lewyn only shook his head with a frown. "Not at present...your father is still in a meeting."

Iris let out a small whine, but brightened up when she spotted a particular black-haired prince and his two friends making their way over to them.

"Noct!"

"Hey, Iris."

Lewyn bowed, "Prince Noctis. You look well."

"Hey, Mr. Scientia. Is my dad around?"

"Unfortunately, his meeting has yet to adjourn. You have my sincerest apologies, Your Highness."

"No worries."

Lewyn looked to his nephew, "I'm so sorry for the delay, Ignis."

"It's not your fault, Uncle," Ignis responded.

"'Sides, we've got other pressing matters to attend to." Y/N nudges Noctis by giving him a slight push on his back. "Specifically tending to this guy's room."

"Hey..."

"Oh, are you getting ready for your trip?" Iris pondered the young man.

"Yep."

"Thought so. Bummer I don't get to go with you to see the wedding..."

"I'm sure you'd just get bored along the way," Noctis refuted in his own way.

"Well, do you mind if I tag along just today?"

Noctis looked confused. "Around here?"

"No! Back to your place, silly," Iris laughed.

Y/N and Ignis looked at each other. "Yeah, probably not a good idea."

"Why not? It's his last night in town. The five of you are going to have a party, aren't you?"

Ignis laughed wryly. "It's a moving out party. Nothing but cleaning."

"Cleaning!?"

Y/N smirked, "Oh, yeah, who knows all kinds of stuff Noct has kept all over the years in his apartment. Probably bugs, trash, even more trash. Yeah... Most likely trash."

Iris recoiled, "Eww..."

"My place isn't that dirty." Noctis shoots Y/N an annoyed look.

"I'll be the judge of that, Nocty boy," Y/N quips, a relaxed position as he raises his arms behind his head. "Last time I visited, I found an open pack of hot dogs under your desk."

"You're exaggerating—"

Y/N continues along as he makes an expression of mock disgust. "I remember it as clear as day. That familiar rotting stench that smells like a dead—"

"Dude. Shut up before I kick your ass," Noctis hissed.

"I'd like to see you try, mate," Y/N chortles with mischief.

Lewyn simply stared at the two while Ignis shook his head. Being the dignified of the bunch, he truly did wish that these two would take things seriously. Playful banter was fine and all, but he did wish these two would practice respect when out and about. Especially when they were in the Citadel.

Y/N soon calms down and looks to Iris with a curious look. "Anyway, what're you doing around here, Iris? You always train at home instead of the Crownsguard training halls."

"Oh, I brought a change of clothes for my dad," Iris responds. "He's been so busy lately, he just sleeps at the Citadel!"

"Ah, gotcha. Yeah, I hear ya. Aunt Lyn has been saying the same about my old man," Y/N said, scratching his head. "Sometimes I wonder if she gets tired of picking up after his shit."

"Y/N." Ignis stares at the red-haired young man with a look.

"Ugh, fine. Stuff. Responsibilities. Happy, 'Mama' Ignis?"

"Would be better without such language," Ignis curtly says.

"Sheesh. Lighten up, man."

Hearing such things about their fathers, Noctis turns to Lewyn.

"How is my dad doing?"

"Exhaustion aside, he seems to be doing just fine," Lewyn happily reports.

"Can he still walk?" Over the years, Regis had been relying more on his cane than his own two feet.

"But of course."

"Great."

"Ignis, I will contact you once His Majesty has a moment," Lewyn informs.

"Much appreciated," Ignis nods. "For now, we'll be on our way to Noct's quarters."

"Room won't clean itself." Y/N pushes Noctis slightly.

"Hey—!"

"Calm down, it's just a light tap. You and Iggy need to lighten up for real."

"Whatever," Noctis huffs.

As they were about to go down toward the elevator, Iris briefly called out to Noctis. The black-haired prince looked at her, seeing her hold a smile.

"Congrats on your wedding."

"Little early for that," Noctis smirked. But he nodded appreciatively," See ya."

The three then walked toward the elevator, pressing the button as the shaft doors shifted open and they stepped inside. With a loud ding of its bell, the elevator ascended up. But Y/N was able to grasp a small glimpse of the Amicitia girl. Both he and Ignis could.

Despite her expression, her eyes betrayed what she was giving. That hint of sadness in her eyes. It was obvious to them. Iris Amicitia was in love with Prince Noctis. Most likely because of a particular event that happened between them when they were much younger. And unfortunately for the young girl, the black-haired prince was too focused, ignorant, and blind toward her feelings. 

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The elevator bell dinged again as they reached around the middle floor of the Citadel. In one of the many interior hallways.

The elevator shaft doors open with a slight hiss, the three stepping out and encountering two royal guards standing on either side of the hallway. They give the prince their greetings, ever so chirpy and cheerful as they bow their heads as a sign of respect.

Noctis returns their greetings, then turns to his two friends with a low voice. "I can't stand that."

"Being greeted?" Ignis answered.

"Nah, he probably means all the formality," Y/N surmised. "Probably not used to the fact that they keep bowing their heads."

"Yeah. That. I get that I'm the prince and all, but still..." Noctis murmured.

Their conversation was soon interrupted when two uniformed men came blazing past them. Quickened footsteps, almost like rhythmic thundering sounds, it was two Kingsglaive men that had brushed shoulders with Ignis and Noctis. And though they apologized, they didn't seem to bat an eye toward them.

Ignis flashes Noctis a wry smile, "It seems not everyone is capable of a proper greeting."

"Even still, those uniforms... They're Kingsglaive members," Y/N said, a bit surprised. "Wonder what they're doing here? I thought they'd be in their lounge or training quarters..."

"You know them?" Ignis asked.

"Not particularly. I have visited their training hall with my dad and Captain Drautos a couple of times. Some of them are pretty good natured fellows."

"Who are they?" Noctis pipes in.

"Ah, right. They aren't native to the Crown City, more so from Lucis' outer borders. They know of the Crown Prince, but I doubt they knew that the Crown Prince is you, Noct," Y/N explained.

"No way they'd see me if they're always hanging around the Citadel," Noctis shrugs.

Ignis pursed his lips. "I imagine the Empire's terms leave them with mixed feelings."

Y/N nodded, "Oh, mixed feelings is just putting it lightly. And I don't blame them. The territories outside of Lucis will belong to the Niffs now."

"Well, they live in Insomnia now, right?" Noctis tried to be optimistic about their situation.

"Even so, their homes will cease to be part of Lucis," Ignis answered, pushing his glasses up. "The news must be shocking to say the least."

"Yeah... Good point," Noctis muttered.

"All the more reason to step up your game once you become king, Noct," Y/N said, pushing the future king a little bit forward. "And we'll be right there with you."

"Always." Ignis followed the sentiment. 

Noctis smiled to himself, nodding his head along with his friends' words. That's right. When he became king, he'd have to—No—He WILL make things better for his subjects; including those that didn't belong to the Crown City. Their territories may not belong to Lucis anymore, but he will still—and always—consider them his subjects. As Lucis' people.

A couple more walking, they end up at one side of the hallway and they wait for Noctis to open the door to his quarters. With a click of the lock, they pushed the doors aside and entered, Ignis closing it behind them as they took a gander around.

Noctis' room was typical for royalty. A large doorway on one side led to a balcony, his bed on the right side of the room that looked to be a king-sized bed with a large canopy overhead, the decorations lucrative and aptly designed with the black and dull gold of what the royal family used in all their architecture. Shelves and dressers on their respective side with a well-sized desk on the opposite side of Noctis' bed, boxes and containers that contained all sorts of knicks and knacks the prince may have collected over the years.

However, it looked untouched from when Noctis first departed the Citadel to live in the city for high school. There was a bit of a nostalgic atmosphere to just stand in this room.

"Man, it's been ages since I've stepped foot in here," Y/N mused. 

"Same. I can't remember the last time I was in here."

"Last year of Junior High, I think. Before we set off for the apartment when going to high school."

Noctis blinked. "Huh. Now that I think about it, it really has been a long time since I was here."

"Which bears the question, Noct," Ignis begins, "do you still plan to use this room even after your return."

"Uh... Haven't really thought about that."

"Please be mindful of the fact that you won't be alone when you get back," Ignis forewarns.

Y/N laughed. "I'll honestly feel bad for Lady Lunafreya for having to pick up after you. Considering the hassle WE already go through."

"Indeed." Ignis quirked a smile. He just had to join in on the fun.

"Shut up," Noctis grumbles. Though his expression was now more thoughtful and perplexed. "...Think Luna will really come to Insomnia?"

"The realization has yet to sink in, I see. Has Umbra paid a visit lately?" Ignis asks.

"No, but I just sent the notebook back and Luna's probably busy anyway," Noctis said, scratching his cheek. The young prince then sat by the chair at the desk. "Hey, Ignis, just pack whatever you think I'll need."

Y/N snorts. "Seriously? Can't muster up the willpower to do it yourself?"

"Like you've already figured out what to pack."

"Luckily for you, I already did. Aunt Lyn even had to triple check it just to make sure. Though she should really stop worrying so much."

"Only natural for her, N/N. You'll be far from her for quite a while, so it's only right for her to fret," Ignis says, sighing wearily as he turns to Noctis' belongings. "But if you insist, Noct. I expect you to sort through it later."

And so, the trio got to work. No words were spoken between them as they sifted through the prince's belongings. The sounds of belongings and items being shifted around, hefty thuds as Y/N and Ignis plopped some of Noctis' clothes onto his bed. Now that they thought about it, Noctis had a lot of things in here.

From notebooks, pencils, toys, all sorts of things. A plethora of items galore from what he had collected over the years. A couple of drawings of trying to remember his time at Tenebrae, though his art skills were left to be desired. Y/N even ended up teasing Noctis about his terrible drawing skills, the black-haired prince desperately trying to fight back for them so he could burn it. He wouldn't dare let Luna see such an embarrassing display. The thought of it mortified him, so to speak. At the same time, however, she might end up getting a joyous laugh out of it. Just remembering it brought a smile to his face.

About thirty minutes or so went by, Noctis looked around his room. It looked rather tidy, a couple of duffel bags containing the essentials Ignis might think the prince would need on his journey. From books to toothbrushes, it pretty much had everything. Exhaustion filling his entire body, he took a seat at the edge of his bed.

"I think I spent more time sneaking out of this room than I actually spent it in," Noctis said rather fondly. That's right. He had countless adventures just trying to sneak out of the Citadel.

Ignis looked up from the bulging bag he was packing, "Indeed. And it wasn't uncommon for me to go with you—or rather the two of us. Every excursion was more nerve-racking than the last."

Noctis gained a playful expression, "Y'know, I remember someone being there. And someone else was having a great time too. But these guys were always trying to get me to read, even if one of them was in a bad mood."

"I was young," Ignis defends himself.

"We all were, Specs," Y/N chimes in, spinning a pen at the chair by the desk. "We were all just trying to get Noct to be himself and have fun."

"Unfortunately, my methods weren't the most fruitful. Despite the different types of reading material I prepared, the most the prince ever showed interest in were...picture books, I believe."

"Oh, really?" Noctis leaned forward.

"I believe the loathing of all other literature items was at fault for his absence here."

"Oh, yeah..." Noctis' playful expression faded. He spoke up, quietly, half to himself, "I hated being in here. I couldn't get a moment alone."

"Everyone was worried about you," Ignis explains. An almost somber tone in his voice.

"Yeah, I know."

"Before you sustained that injury, you were a much livelier child."

"I didn't really talk much after it happened, huh."

"Yyyuupp," Y/N says, emphasis on the 'p' at the end. "You were real fucking boring."

"I was traumatized..." Noctis points out with narrowed eyes.

Y/N only grinned. "Didn't change the fact that you were boring."

Noctis groaned, Y/N laughing in the process. But even his playful attitude faded as he sighed, stopping the pen in his hand.

"But still, we were quite surprised by your change of mood, Noct. It honestly felt difficult at times just trying to do something with you."

"Really?" Noctis looked down. "Sorry."

"You needn't worry about it, Noct," Ignis said gently, continuing to pack. "Which is why N/N and I had no choice to accompany you whenever you left this room. I had always hoped that these spontaneous 'excursions' would one day come to a peaceful end...yet my hopes were dashed."

Noctis couldn't help but let out a bashful laugh. "I remember. You two took the fall for everything. 'Specially you, Ignis."

"We were reprimanded for 'absconding' with you away from the Citadel," Ignis grimaces, but even his lips quirked upward a little.

"My bad. You two were doing me a favor and got blamed for it anyway."

Y/N shook his head, a fond smile remembering the times. "We were just doing our jobs. Besides, it was fun. I doubt we have any regrets on the matter—even now. Right, Iggy?"

"Of course. Even I have to admit that they were... Enjoyable to a degree." Ignis ended up cracking a smile as he pushed his glasses up. The Hand continued to rummage through some of the prince's belongings before coming across a peculiar item; a figurine. He held it up, "I haven't seen this figurine in ages."

It was a Carbuncle figure. A wooden lucky charm of sorts.

The Carbuncles were supposedly mystical creatures, often appearing in the dreams of people. It took the form of a white dog—similarly—with large standing ears and a small black horn on its forehead, along with a rather puffy tail similar to that of a fox. It's said that spotting one in one's dreams can often lead the person to a safe haven from nightmares.

"Let's take it with us," Noctis said.

"It's an important keepsake, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I figure it'll at least keep us safe on the road."

"Mmm, I think I'll rely on my skills and my sword," Y/N stated, leaning in the chair. "And you guys, of course."

"I wouldn't take this little charm so lightly, N/N. It DID bring Noct back from the brink of death."

Noctis shrugged. "Maybe in my dreams, at least."

"...Yeah, I think I'll stick with what I said earlier, thank you very much." Y/N quirked an eye over to the prince, "What else do you think you need to pack, Noct?"

"A sword, perhaps?" Ignis inputs.

Noctis nods. "Good call." Standing up, the prince made his way over to a closet and opened it. He let out a small smile as he grasped a particular blade by its handle and took it out, holding it before him.

The blade had a particularly large part that served as its handguard, or something like that, taking the form of what looked to be a car's engine. And despite how large and cumbersome it looked, it felt rather comfortable in Noctis' hands. The name of this blade was fairly obvious—The Engine Blade.

"I remember training with this."

"There was hardly a moment of peace around here after you received it."

"Yeah." Noctis laughs, "But no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't get the blade-warp down."

Y/N crossed his arms and legs together, "I would still say you did well, all things considered. You held your own in our spars."

"I didn't really have much of a choice."

"Certainly." Ignis' phone then vibrates, gesturing to Noctis in an apologetic way. "Excuse me. ...Hello? This is Ignis. I see... Understood. We'll be right there shortly." He hangs up.

Y/N looks at the bespectacled young man expectantly. "What's the matter?"

"I've just been informed that His Majesty is too busy to meet with us today."

"Huh." Noctis' gaze fell to the floor.

"I'm going to check on the baggage for the ceremony. Please sort through your belongings in the meantime," Ignis said, getting up from the floor and adjusting his tie. "Oh, and N/N? Prompto has arrived to receive his uniform. He is to receive it from your father later and your presence is requested."

Y/N, slightly confused, only shrugged. "Really? I guess. Then again, this is Prom's first time here in the Citadel, so I might as well."

The red-haired young man stood up, but took one last glance at Noctis, continuing to face down toward the floor as he stood there motionless. He gave his friend a tap on his shoulder and gave him a small smile.

"Cheer up, Noct. Just because he can't see you today doesn't mean he won't be able to see you off tomorrow. Besides, one day, you'll be in this position too. But you don't have to face it alone. We'll be with you all the way. Got it?"

"Yeah. I know," the prince replied.

"Like I said, cheer up. We'll be back in an hour or so, so sit tight, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. Go on, I'll finish up here." Noctis put up a smile. A pained one at that.

He knew that his friend was only trying to help—to be optimistic about the situation. Noctis knew—understood the position his father was in. It was a rather delicate and precarious one. An important decision and agreement that will change their lives; as well as setting up the foundations for his future ruling.

But still, he couldn't help but feel empty inside. To stand here, motionless, his hands beginning to feel numb. Just once. Just once he wished that his father could put aside his duties and focus on him for a moment. Even if it was just a small one.

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10:20 AM - Crown City, Insomnia: Citadel - Crownsguard Office

Adjacent to the Crownsguard Training Hall was the Crownsguard office, where both Clarus and Eliwood would tend to their meetings with the force and mission assignments. They had their own personal offices where they would handle other paperwork and what not.

In the training hall, the Crownsguard were in full force in their training, being led by the Head Lieutenant, Lyndis Caelin. Barking orders with vigor and ferocity, she made sure the soldiers were putting their backs into the training and spars, ensuring that they would be battle ready for what was to come in the coming days. It may be just a simple peace signing to those that didn't care, but this wasn't an ordinary decision. A decision to end a war that had been going on for hundreds of years. It was that important.

Inside the office, Clarus Amicitia was talking to his son, Gladiolus, informing him of the forthcoming security measures for the upcoming peace signing. Gladio, hearing such things, couldn't help but feel troubled about the matter.

"So even Cor's on external patrol that day?" Gladio questioned his father.

Clarus nodded. "Yes, and the Crownsguard will operate as usual. Only the bare minimum will be on duty."

"So we leave the Citadel to the Kingsglaive, huh? Guess they don't know what you're capable of."

"Gladiolus, the Kingsglaive has seen more than their fair share of battles," Clarus said with a quiet laugh. "Eliwood has ensured them of that. He was their leader before he passed on the role of leadership to his student. They're more than capable."

Gladio, still unconvinced, smiled sympathetically. "No place for a Shield, huh."

"The peace brought along many changes, including the role of the Crownsguard. Our place is with the people now."

"So you're less of a 'King's Shield' and more of a 'People's Shield'."

"Precisely. Protecting the populace ensures their support for His Majesty."

It was sound and apt reasoning. But Gladio remained unconvinced, unable to accept the explanation. However, he knew that his father had little choice in the matter so he couldn't help but let out a grunt. Even if he didn't like it. The Crownsguard had always been in charge of guarding the king—no questions asked about that. For that role to be handed over to the Kingsglaive, he felt a bit bothered.

Like his father had said, he held no question about their battle prowess and skill, they have seen their fair share of battles.

Clarus continued, "Whether one is a Shield or a Glaive matters not. The Amicitia and L/N families have but one duty; to safeguard and protect the king."

"Like I could forget," Gladio replied sternly.

Humming, Clarus looked at his son, square in the eye. His eyes firm and fiery, his tone adopting a more formal tone. Gladiolus' expression hardened. This time, his father wasn't going to be speaking to him as a father, but as a royal advisor.

"The ceasefire will bring about many changes in Lucis. No matter what happens, Gladiolus, you and Y/N must keep Prince Noctis safe."

Gladio had frowned, bemused that his father had felt the need to say this about their role—their assignment. He recognized how important—how much of an honor this is to anyone.

"Of course." If Y/N were here, he'd very much say the same thing. They took pride in the positions they inherited.

"Protect him not just as the next king, but as a comrade and a true friend. I will do the same within the Wall. I entrust matters to you outside."

"Yes, sir!" Soon, Gladio found himself brimming with confidence and purpose.

Soon, a knock was heard at the door. Clarus beckons for the people to step inside. The dark lacquered doors opened to reveal Cor Leonis, the Marshall of the Crownsguard, and Prompto Argentum, the commoner of the retinue and Noctis' best friend.

"Pardon the intrusion," Cor starts, a respectful nature about him.

"And pardon me—Wait, Gladio!?!?" The young blonde was quite surprised to see the burly young man here.

Gladio raised an eyebrow. "What're you doin' here, Prompto?"

"He's here for his Crownsguard uniform," Cor replies, "so I thought it best that he meets one of the captains before he eventually meets our High General."

"Makes sense," Gladio mouthed with affirmation.

"Prompto Argentum, am I right?" Clarus' voice boomed with intensity. At least, in Prompto's eyes.

He squeaks, "Y-Yes, sir!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you. No injuries from training, I presume? Lyndis can be quite hard with her instructions."

"N-No, sir! It went just fine, I think. Probably," Prompto nervously responded as he quaked a little in his boots. "A-And Head Lieutenant Caelin is very helpful in her instruction! With it, I promise to help protect Noct if something happens!"

"Very noble of you," Clarus nods. "However, you must first and foremost protect yourself on this journey—hence your self-defense training."

"R-Right."

"I understand you decided to undertake this journey as his friend. Take pride in your position at his side."

"R-Right...! And, uh, thank you!"

"I appreciate your time today," Clarus thanked, shaking his hand in gratitude. "I assume you have some preparations to take care of, so you may be on your way. And you still have to meet with Head General L/N to receive your uniform."

"Yes, sir!"

"I better get ready, too," Gladiolus grunted.

"Understood. I'll see you soon," Clarus said, bidding his son farewell. "And take Argentum up to Head General L/N's office."

"Yeah. See you soon, father."

Both young men leave, leaving Cor and Clarus in the room. A tense and solemn atmosphere soon took place.

"Did you speak with Drautos?" Clarus asks his friend.

"I haven't had the chance to speak with him yet."

"He hasn't looked well lately."

"Indeed," Cor agrees.

The older Amicitia sighed. "I suppose the alliance is to blame."

"Well, I doubt the Kingsglaive are happy about the territory terms," Cor added grimly. "...Can nothing be done about my post tomorrow?"

"It is as I said: all of the plans have already received His Majesty's approval."

"Doesn't he think it suspicious? Lyndis even came to me with the same reservations about this 'peace signing.' This is equivalent to excluding the Crownsguard entirely."

"He knows."

"There isn't much time until the signing ceremony, Clarus. If anything should happen, we should be in the Citadel—"

Clarus interrupts him, his tone being firm and quiet, "Calm down, Cor. If anything should happen, the citizens will be yours and Lyndis' priority. Your positions were ordained by the king."

Cor, still dissatisfied with arrangements, gives Clarus a searching look. "Is he expecting something to happen?"

"His Majesty realized long ago that the options available to Lucis are few," Clarus answers carefully in a neutral tone.

"You don't mean...?"

"He's had his reservations about the Kingsglaive's position, but both he and Eliwood realized that they're the only ones capable of fighting against the Empire. I trust them."

"All the more reason for me to be there. If experience is what you need, then put me or Lyndis at the king's side—"

Clarus interrupts Cor once more. "Don't forget Cor: the citizens must be your priority should anything happen. King Regis wanted only the most capable to evacuate the people. I know you and Lyndis won't let him down."

Slowly, Cor nodded. He still felt appalled that his position was not to be at the king's side. He knew the extent of his abilities—as did Lyn—which made it all the more imperative that they think that their position is more important to be at his side. To defend him at all costs.

However, with how things have been decided, they were to ensure that the citizens were able to be evacuated safely should shit hit the fan, so to speak. They believed in their king, yes, but with how this peace signing comes off as suspicious, they couldn't help but feel something ominous coming to arise on the occasion. Drastic changes in their assignments did tip that off.

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Shortly after leaving the office, Gladio began to take Prompto up to Eliwood's office. Walking down the hallways and heading toward the elevator, perusing at how decorative and lavish the Citadel was as this was something Prompto had never seen or been in before.

It was like a myriad of wonders for him.

They soon entered the elevator and began to rise up the floors.

"You gonna wait for Noct here?"

"Nah, I think I'll head home for a bit."

"Why? Forgot somethin'?"

Prompto shakes his head. "No, nothin' like that! Just thought I'd show my parents my new digs."

Gladio chuckles, "Sounds good."

"It's kinda proof I'm going on this trip, you know? Just hope they're home."

"Not much you can do if they aren't, huh."

"Nah. We don't see each other much, but it's been that way since I was a kid," Prompto informs. "Anyway, if they're not in, I'll come right back!"

"Right. Well, I might be a little late. Got dinner plans."

"Do tell."

"My family and I are going out to eat," Gladio grins. "Hardly ever happens, so I figured I might as well go along."

"Nice! Take your time, and send Iris my regards."

"Oh, yeah. She mentioned she saw you the other day."

Prompto was startled a little, "Oh, yeah? Where?"

"In the park, taking pictures."

"Sounds like me," Prompto laughs, relieved that it wasn't something weird. "Why didn't she come over and say 'hi' if she saw me?"

"Said she did," came Gladio's simple response.

The blonde choked, "H-Hold up. Seriously? Oh, man. I can't believe I didn't notice."

"She was really worried about you." Despite his earnest expression, Gladio couldn't quite hide his amusement.

"You should've told her not to worry!" Prompto frantically retorted.

Gladio couldn't help but laugh heartily. "We're almost here. Better put on your game face, Prompto."

"R-Right!"

"Hey, no need to be nervous."

"Are you kidding me!? This is the Head General of Lucis' army! Who just so happens to be N/N's dad too! Meeting your dad already got me nervous, but now N/N's!?"

Gladiolus howled in laughter. "Don't worry about it, man. You'll be surprised by how Uncle Eliwood can act."

"'Uncle'?"

"Not by blood. Me and Y/N grew up close together, so he's practically my brother. And his dad is practically my uncle. But hey, you'll be fine."

Prompto gulped. He sure hoped so.

The elevator dinged, signaling that they've arrived at the designated floor. Once the shaft's door opened, they stepped out, albeit Prompto's movements being rickety and somewhat robotic. Gladio laughed at how nervous he was, but he assured that he had nothing to worry about.

Soon, they stopped before Eliwood's office door. Prompto's gulping noise grew louder as he read the nameplate on the side. Eliwood Pherae L/N. Being incredibly nervous was an understatement.

A soft voice spoke, asking them to step in. They opened the door, two familiar fiery red-haired men already present inside.

Y/N, dressed in his own uniquely designed Crownsguard uniform, which consisted of a black hoodie, with various motifs of darkened grey skulls all over it, and a black headband with the Crownsguard logo in the middle. Underneath his hoodie was a black tight shirt, similar to the tactical vests that many of the specialized Crownsguard units would wear, consisting of the same comfortable nylon, cotton, and polyester sewing. His lower half consisted of baggy black shorts and black combat boots, his arms having black fingerless gloves that stretched up to his forearms. A lot of the key things about his outfit were the many belts and straps, some pouches on his shorts and belt, and dark leather plated areas on his jacket. It offered the best of both mobility and light protective capabilities.

Eliwood's outfit was far more regal and comprehensive—complex—with black metal pauldrons on his shoulders with golden colored swirl designs and wispy ends, his overcoat including more of the same golden intricacies, design, and embroidery of his shoulder armor. Even some metals and other significant accolades were displayed on his left breast area of the coat, signifying his position as the Head General of Lucis' army.

"Uh, good afternoon, sir," he greeted the general. He made a small glance at his red-haired friend standing next to his father, "Hey, N/N."

"Prompto." His tone formal and professional, his arms in a presented way as he held something. Prompto's Crownsguard uniform.

Eliwood gently stood up and offered his hand, a kind smile on his face. "Prompto, is it? My son and Prince Noctis have told me many things about you."

Prompto nervously smiled and chuckled. "Good things, I-I hope."

"Haha! You needn't be so nervous, Prompto! I won't bite!" Giving the blonde a firm handshake, Eliwood cheerily laughed. Prompto glanced over at Gladio, whom only held a wide grin.

Was the general this cheerful? Eccentric? There were a lot of words to describe him right now.

"Ahem, anyway, you came here for your Crownsguard uniform. Correct?"

"Y-Yes, sir!" Prompto straightened in posture.

"Haha, formalities are appreciated and all, Prompto, but I want you to be comfortable. This is a small introductory ceremony, but we can afford to be a little lax, don't you think?" Eliwood sat down comfortably in his chair.

"I-I suppose so."

The older L/N chuckled again, "Just don't tell Clarus and Cor about this. Or they'll have my neck for 'not following protocol'," he jokingly said. "No offense, Gladio."

"None taken," the Shield gruffly replied, his own lips twitching up.

"Y/N! You're constantly telling your friends to lighten up. You do so as well!"

Y/N cleared his throat, "Well, it is a bit different when its one of them who is constantly strict about a lot of things."

Gladio chuckled. "Kinda got to agree with him on that one. Iggy's neutral expression is looking pretty grumpy."

Eliwood laughed once more before he adjusted his jacket. His relaxed demeanor soon faded, following suit with a serious attitude as he motioned his son to step forward with Prompto's Crownsguard uniform in his hands. Y/N did so, gesturing for Prompto to hold his hands out.

The young blonde did and grasped his outfit, his fingers curling along the leather and the fabric. It all felt so unreal, to be standing in this office room, becoming a Crownsguard member was something that felt unimaginable for him. The vest's material felt soft and comfortable, yet it all looked so rugged, the stitching of the various aspects to make him look like a youthful punk looking rather rough. Of course, this was how he requested his uniform to look—the ingenuity of how it all looked all so picture perfect as to how it looked in his head. Marvelous, fascinating.

Prompto breathed heavily, his hands beginning to grow sweaty as he continued to grab at the seams of the apparel. Some sort of doubt welled within him—like he didn't deserve to obtain such an outfit. Part of him felt that he had no right to embark on his journey with his best friend.

That wasn't until he looked up into Y/N's dark blue eyes, a confident smile brimming on his face. A stare that said, "Go on, take it. You've earned the right stand with us." Prompto couldn't help but smile back, graciously accepting the outfit, Y/N's grip on the clothing beginning to relax as he allowed the blonde to hold onto it. He seemed to stare at it for what seemed like hours, though it was only a couple of minutes.

Standing up, with magnificent poise and posture, Eliwood stood up straight. His face firm and sharp, he proposed a question to the young man.

"Prompto Argentum. While you hold the clothing of a Crownsguard member, do you, and always swear, to stand by Prince Noctis' side? Not just as another subject or soldier to the Crown, but as a friend—a true brother?"

Words choked in his mouth, but Prompto stood his ground. Mustering up as much unwavering resolve as he could, he spoke.

"Y-Yes. I do. No matter what."

Eliwood smiled. "That's all I needed to hear. You're ready, Prompto."

"I... Th-Thank you, sir!"

"No need to thank me," the older red-haired man laughed. "Thank yourself, your skills, and tenacity. It is you who was able to prevail this far, to get up to this point. Be proud of yourself."

"I will."

The red-haired man gave Prompto one last smile. But as much as he would like to talk some more with these young men, there were still duties he needed to attend.

Allowing them to leave his office and spend whatever time was left of their day, the three of them departed. But not long after, Lyn walked in, the green-haired woman entering the room with a soft smile.

"Well, you look rather tired, don't you, Eli?"

He laughed, "Not much I can do with the developments underway."

She laughed as well. But her smile faded. "...I know that Cor has probably already spoken with Clarus about this, but are our positions really to be set on this?"

"His Majesty approved it himself, Lyn. Nothing else can be done about it. Not me or Clarus has a say on the matter."

"Are you not satisfied with this? With how the Crownsguard will be positioned?"

Eliwood shook his head. "Like I said, it is out of our hands. The only thing we can do is put our faith in His Majesty—Regis. Do you not trust him?"

"Of course I trust him," Lyndis frowns, an almost accusatory glare on her face. "It's just... Niflheim's plans and sudden proposition about this peace sign is all too suspicious. Especially when that Ardyn person walked in. He was strutting around like he owned the place."

"Indeed. On the surface level, he seems to be a kind and diplomatic man. But a level of conniving and cunning intent lurks within his layers. All the more reason we are to be cautious."

Lyn nods, a discontent and dissatisfied expression appearing. "I know, I know. Cor and I just personally feel that—"

"I know, Lyn. I know. You and Cor are our most capable Crownsguard members. All the more reason why His Majesty gave you two the assignment in the first place."

"So...nothing can truly be done?"

"I'm afraid so."

"I see." Lyn couldn't help but let out a deep sigh, leaning upon a dresser-like bookshelf. "So? What do we plan to do with Y/N tonight before he sets off with Prince Noctis?"

"Simple. Like Clarus, we'll have a nice dinner out together as a family." A pained and bitter smile appeared on the older man's face. "This may be the last time I'll ever see him again, after all."

Lyn returned the same gesture, "It doesn't have to be."

"I know. But... Time has never really been on our side. Has it?"

"No. It never really was."

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8:10 PM - Crown City, Insomnia: Citadel - Great Steps

The early evening had arrived. Prince Noctis had been escorted back to his apartment via a Glaive. A man by the name of Nyx Ulric. Y/N was quite fond of the man, often seeing him around the Kingsglaive training grounds whenever he decided to visit.

Like Captain Drautos said, his mother had sent many gifts to the Kingsglaive many a times. Most likely because she felt a proper kinship with them. They were outsiders to the Lucians, of course. Though the scorns were either miniscule or none at all when it came to Ninian, considering she was the husband of the Head General and the mother to the only L/N heir—Sword to the Crown Prince. There would be major consequences if there were any bad mouthing of her.

Having seen Noctis off with Nyx, Y/N waited for his father and aunt-figure at the great steps that had led into the Citadel. Earpieces tucked comfortably into his ears, he sat quietly to himself as he listened to some music, calming jazz and other orchestral pieces; a past time he ended up getting absorbed into because of his mother. One of her parting gifts to him, so to speak. Moments to remember her by.

However, the music stopped when he saw Eliwood and Lyn emerge from the Citadel's doors. Stashing his phone and earpieces into his pocket, he stared up at them.

"Sorry we're late, son," his father apologized. "The last bit of meetings took a lot longer than expected."

"It's okay. I understand." Y/N's face was sympathetic. "This event is very important. An end to a blight that's lasted more than a hundred years."

Lyn nodded with an agreeing face. "Indeed. Peaceful times will soon be upon us."

"So, where are we headed?" Y/N asks his parental figures.

"Le Château Mistral," his father replied. "I figured we would go to one of your mother's favorite restaurants for your last night here."

Y/N couldn't help but grin in a fond manner. "I wouldn't want anything more. Though, things would be better if mother were still here."

"You and me both, Y/N." Lyn couldn't help but ruffle her nephew-figure's hair.

He playfully swatted her hand away, but it felt nice. To be treated like a kid again. Such fleeting moments that he wished he could have again.

The dinner was lovely—what else could he say about it? Just some minor small talk here and there, some tales of Eliwood's days back when he was younger, recounting the times as to how he met Lyn. Because she was part of a nomadic tribe that was native Duscae, her tribe was constantly moving due to the many skirmishes that occurred during the Great War.

It was during some of these skirmishes and scourges that she had met Regis, Eliwood, and Cor, along with two others. These five were on their way to the land of Accordo in order to re-establish ties and take it back from Imperial control. Witnessing her battle prowess and the elegance she possessed on the battlefield, Eliwood tried to recruit her into their cause. It required quite a bit of convincing—especially since Lyndis herself was initially cautious and dismissive of the Lucian nobility—she was eventually convinced by the red-haired man's compassion and kindness. Growing up, Y/N regarded his parental figures as heroes.

In a way, they were, but at the end of the day, they were simply upholding their responsibilities in order to have peace once again. And being born into this family to uphold this duty, he felt nothing more but pride and being proud in it. Perhaps in a different life he may think differently about upholding this duty of his, but he wanted nothing more but to live up to this honor.

Reliving old memories and fond stories, it simply felt like it was the most joy he's ever had. Though it wouldn't be long until the dinner would have to be finished, and he would have to depart for Noctis' apartment to clean it out. Because tomorrow would be the fateful day they set upon their journey.

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9:45 PM - Crown City, Insomnia: Noctis' Apartment

Dinner had gone off without any sort of hitch. One last gathering with his family before the departure.

But there was one last thing to do. The five friends of the royal retinue had now gathered at Noctis' apartment. However, it took a while for them to get started because Ignis had been stuck at the Citadel for a bit—longer than he had expected, actually.

Suffice to say, he was a little disappointed that the planning had gotten out of hand for a little bit, but as soon as he had arrived, they immediately went to work. Perusing through Noctis' possessions and haphazardly putting them into piles before eventually putting them into boxes (organized properly, of course), they soon moved onto cleaning the damn place.

Dusting down surfaces and ensuring the place was neat and tidy. Prompto, currently half-heartedly running a cloth over a bookshelf, something interesting was spotting in the corner of his eye. Focusing on it, he grinned widely and grabbed, holding it up into the air.

"Whoa! Never thought I'd see this again!" The blonde exclaimed.

Noctis looked up from a pile he was searching through. "What?"

It was a comic book. It was in fact one of Noctis' and Prompto's favorite series. The blonde grinned rather giddy as he gripped the edge of the book with starry-eyed eyes.

"This! I never noticed it, but you've got a ton of comics!"

"Some of 'em are yours."

"Seriously??" He looks at the prince with disbelief.

Enough of rummaging through his pile, Noctis wandered on over and searched through the box Prompto was at. He pulled out another comic.

"Hey, look at this."

"Oh, man! I really want to read it one more time."

"Why don't you?"

At the response, Prompto grinned rather mischievously. From across the room, however, a pillow strikes the back of his head.

"Ow! N/N...!" Prompto rubbed the back of his head and sent the red-head a glare.

"I'm all for goofing around, but we do have an apartment to clean." Y/N continued to sweep away at the floor.

Gladio mused. "He's right. And that's saying a lot from the guy who loves to goof off."

"Hey, you should be looking at Noct, not me."

"Well, to be fair, N/N, you do have your own fair share of misadventures of neglecting your duties. May I remind you about your last year in middle school?" Ignis chimed in.

"Iggy, no." The Sword looked at the Hand with a firm glare.

Prompto regained his mischievous grin, "Oh, oh, oh! What happened in his last year of middle school??"

Y/N throws another pillow, "Nothing fucking important that you need to know, that's for sure."

"Language, N/N," Ignis scolds.

"Yes, 'mom,'" Y/N mockingly replies.

The Hand pushes up his glasses. "I don't appreciate that tone of yours, young man."

He seemed to be playing along with the banter. Gladiolus couldn't help but chuckle, chiming in with his own quip.

"Does 'Papa Bear' need to send you to timeout, young man?"

"God, I hate you all sometimes." Y/N facepalmed.

Prompto giggles cheerily, "Admit it, you love us."

"Prom. I will shove that comic book so far up your ass, it will—"

"Okay! Sheesh! No need for violence, man!"

"You're pushing it."

Noctis rolled his eyes. "And you didn't need to put that image in my head."

"You're the instigator, oh 'sweet prince,'" Y/N sarcastically follows-up.

"As much as I would like to continue the playful banter, Noct, you and Prompto have made any progress in cleaning," the spectacled man interrupts with an exasperated sigh. "And as much as we'd like to reminisce, now is not the time."

"But isn't all this gonna go back to the Citadel?" Prompto whined, wanting to read through the comic book.

"Can't you just take what you want?" Gladio shrugged.

With pleading eyes, Prompto looks at his best friend. "Can I?"

"No." Blunt and cold. Bravo Noctis.

"It's all going in a box, anyway," Gladio snorts.

"I'll open it and check. Thoroughly."

"Like we haven't heard that before," Y/N snickers.

Ignis couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's remark, "And who knows when that will be."

"See!?" Prompto was practically on his knees.

"Just give up and go back to cleaning." Gladiolus shuts down Prompto's attempts, leaving the boy to look down in dejection.

They soon went back to cleaning.

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Gladio grunts, moving the last box next to the others by the door. "Looks like we got it all squared away."

"At least it didn't take us too long," Y/N quips.

"Finally!" Prompto cheered as he flops onto the couch. "I never realized how big this place is."

"And this is the last time you'll see of it," Ignis says from the kitchen. "When we return, Noct will begin his new life."

"Hard to imagine."

"I honestly pity, Lady Lunafreya. Man, just what does she see in you?" Y/N teasingly jokes.

"N/N, shut up," Noctis said.

"I'm joking, I'm joking!"

"Still, hard to believe that His Highness will be married," Gladio's deep voice cuts in.

Noctis sighed. "I'm sure it'll all work out, though."

Prompto looked at his best friend with curious eyes. "You mean you aren't nervous?"

The prince had to stop and think for a moment, betraying no hint of concern.

"Hmm... About waking up on time?"

"Certainly." Ignis smirked.

"Yeah, good point," Prompto agreed. The prince certainly did like to oversleep.

Y/N facepalms for the second time today. "Yeah, he's doomed."

Gladio shook his head. "You haven't thought about it, haven't you?"

"Give me al little more credit than that," Noctis argues. "Still, thinking about it's not gonna change much, is it?"

He made a good point there. Gladio nodded sympathetically at the prince's plight.

"I get ya."

"Not easy being the prince, huh?" Prompto frowned.

Ignis chirps in to lighten the mood, "First things first: completing our journey."

"And then make Noct into a real man in time for the wedding. We need to put some meat on those bones," Y/N grins.

"Hey..." Noctis narrowed his eyes.

Both Y/N and Gladiolus laughed at the prince's misfortune. They were sure going to work him to the bone.

Prompto sat up excitedly on the couch.

"I can't believe it's tomorrow already. I'm so excited! Did you study up 'bout the outside?"

"Briefly. I hadn't time to dedicate myself thoroughly to the task," Ignis informs.

Gladio nodded. "Yeah, too busy with your own preparations."

"I had a look at some maps," Prompto says. "But even if you ask around, nobody really knows anything, huh."

"Not unless you ask the right people," Y/N chimes in.

Noctis breathed a sigh, "It's a whole new world out there, huh..." He still couldn't believe that it was happening soon.

"They're all kinds of wild animals on the outside, right? Think they'll just walk on up to us?" Prompto asked.

"Dunno, Prom. How about we chuck you into the wilderness first to test things out?"

"...Y/N, that's not funny."

"...Gods, you guys can't take a joke at all."

"Either way, it'll be different than in Insomnia—at least, that's what my old man says." Gladio, ever the realist.

"The culture is similar to that of Insomnia thirty years ago. Like a sprawling landscape from an old photograph," Ignis informs.

"I'll say. Seeing old photos from Aunt Lyn makes it seem like that."

Prompto gasps, "Gaah! I'm so psyched, but so nervous! Don't know if I can sleep like this."

"Well, if you can't sleep..." Noctis pulls out his phone.

"Great idea!" Prompto follows suit.

"You can't be serious," Ignis mumbled, rubbing his temple. "At a time like this?"

"Well, why not? We gotta be there for His Highness, won't we?" Gladio soon joins in.

"He's got a point, Iggy." Now, Y/N pulled out his phone and began to boot up the game. King's Knight.

"Besides, this is the last time we can do this here." Noctis was quite eager.

Resigning to the endeavor, Ignis eventually pulls out his phone too. Some things were certainly never going to change.

[Chapter V] | Parting Ways

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(Edit): 6/15/2025 - Yo, people, just an edit for this book. For those who didn't know, Square Enix had done a prologue book called "Parting Ways", hence the title of this chapter, a majority of the dialogue has been taken directly from that prologue book with some moments changed with minor ones. Just so it can fit my story and depiction of the story I am trying to tell.

Anyway, one of the key things featured in this book is the artwork for the MC. As you all know, the MC's appearance is Roy from Fire Emblem: The Binding Blade, just with a different personality. Normally I don't request artwork to be drawn for any of my books unless its from friends or anything like that, but I asked my sister if she could draw the MC in some Crownsguard Fatigues and it looks amazing! The face took a little bit of getting used to, but I still love the design. It honestly looks like how I would imagine the MC if he actually was part of the game.

I might perhaps request my sister to make more artwork for the book in the future, but for now, if any pictures/gifs are included, it is mostly to show what I am trying to portray for the scene if my words alone cannot sell it enough to readers. But other than that, I am extremely proud of this chapter and I hope you guys enjoyed it.

Until next time, folks.