The shocked tone in his voice is enough to make her heart break and she squeezes her eyes shut to try and block out every single image that is going through her mind at the moment. The thing which she tried to help herself with was to think about the good times they had together. The chemistry that formed in her maid days when they would sneak around the Palace and watch each other from afar, when they would have to pretend nothing was going on even though most of the time she wanted to sneak into a random room with him and lock the doors behind them. Usually those thoughts made her smile but now, they petrified her. What if he turned into a daemon himself when they were in a room together, what would happen if they had spotted each other at the other end of the hallway but all she was able to see were those orange fire-like orbs staring back at her? Her blood ran cold and she shuddered slightly and shook her head, willing for the images to disappear. Why was this happening to her? Was this was one Ardynâs horrific tricks again? Some sort of curse or mind game? She didnât know what he had in store for them or what he did to make other peopleâs lives hell, all she knew is she wouldnât put it past him. All of her memories with the Prince were now tainted because of this stupid nightmare and she hated it. All of it was driving her up the wall and she now dreaded going to sleep on an evening because of the terrors that would wait on her the second she lost consciousness.
âI know itâs not possibleâŚâ she whispered almost pathetically and even though she still felt a little anxious around him despite knowing it was just a dream, she nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck and breathed in his familiar scent while closing her eyes. Eyelashes tickling against the tender skin of his neck and small droplets of tears falling onto him also as her shaking hand found his.
Her heart was shattered, the second she heard him question if she were to think he would ever hurt her and she realised then and there that she had probably hurt him with her words. Never once did she expect him to ask that and she didnât know how she would cope if he ever thought that she was afraid of him. âOf course I donât. I know you would do all you can to protect me and I will never be scared of you.â She sighed softly knowing that just moments before she had flinched away from him but simply because she was still in the state of mind from her dream. âNothing has happened, it just started about a week ago and every single night itâs the same thingâitâs almost like a film and scene by scene itâs to the exact point. I could recite it for you itâs that precise.â Running her free hand through her hair while the other squeezed his tightly, she moved her head upwards before placing a tender kiss against his lips. âWhy is this happening to me?â
    PLAGUED BY THE NIGHTMARES OF HIS DARKER self that would haunt the monkâs dreams. A sense of strong guilt began to dwell deep within his core , but why was he feeling guilty for ? Surely it wasnât his fault for Tifa having demonic dreams about the crown prince , especially when it came to him actually harming her ; or even worse kill her. Noctis didnât know what he would do if anything would have happen to the monk , even having his palms stained with her crimson blood would make him have a small break down. That was an image he didnât want to envision , not now not ever. But he couldnât help but to think â why was she having these demonic dreams about him ? â. Surely there was something that would have triggered such a horrid dream about the crown prince. He knew that the plague of the starscourage was indeed present through out the world of Eos , only the oracle can keep it at bay ; from keeping the longer nights to completely take over. Hearing that she would never be scared of him , it did brought some small amount of happiness to him. Though for her next question on why it was happening to her , he . . didnât know the answer to it at all. Could it be some sort of an omen of some sort ? Something that would happen to Noctis ? He had hope not and just wished this was truly a dream that didnât mean anything. But didnât Tifa said that she had the same reoccurring dream , a lucid one at that for about a week. Could it mean . . that he would loose his humanity from the starscourage ? Questions would run through his mind leaving no answers.Â
     â I . . donât know why it is happening . . .  â his words trailed off through his tongue , feeling ever so foreign. Oh how he had wished for the answers that Tifa was looking for.  All he can do was to simply comfort her and tell her things will be fine , there is nothing to worry about. A silly dream that would want to scare the barmaid to death using the person she loved the most. â Iâm sure it means nothing. So try not to think about it , alright ? âÂ
      Returning her kiss on her lips , all he did was pull her body close to him ; he had prayed to Etro that somehow that this nightmare of hers would stop. â Letâs get some sleep , && if you continue to dream about it then we can ask the others on what they think about it. Maybe youâre just nervous about more daemons popping out during the night when we all out the wall. â That could be the reason why , though most importantly could it be some sort of sick dream about the upcoming treaty with the guests from Niflheim coming here ? He had figured it was. Though more importantly from her description ; it would have sound like it has happened outside of the walls. â Maybe when we go and do stuff later on , youâll forget about it. Okay ?  â Planting on last kiss at the crown of her head , a small warm smile crept across his face. Leaning && resting his forehead against hers. â I will never be that demonic self. I promise you that. â
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