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      Zenos rolled eyes, he didn’t care for the moment what the boy’s name was just that he got over here. 

      “........tiny thing you are and I find it hard to believe you are to rule over your small ruined kingdom.”

[khresme]

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"Wanna taste?" he'll be generous and share––

“Mm, just a little, Noctis.”

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Noctis leans into the kiss and lets out a pleased hum, soon pulling back so he can maneuver into the other's lap: "Insufferable? Hmmm, wrong. Try again~"

The taller of the two leans back to accommodate Noctis, loosely lacing his fingers together where his arms loosely embraced the prince around his waist. “There are myriad synonyms for the word. Shall I list them all?” Though, the promise seemed forgotten as his lips trace along Noctis’ pulse.

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“Well, you were snoring so loudly, I needed to make sure you weren’t suddenly being possessed by some unnatural spooky force.” The blond shakes his head, sitting back, fiddling with his camera again. “Dude, you just woke up. At this point I gotta change your name from Noctis to Sleeping Beauty.”

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Everything felt constricting, the silence choking down on the young prince as he was driven to the heart of the city. The king had declared that there was no need for air ships-- in fact had stated that in order to keep the public from panicking, they were outright forbidden. So here he sat in far too many layers than was needed in Lucis’ warmer climates, staring between his escorts.

Kingsglaive...he recalled them being mentioned when his father had discussed the plans. Who he needed to avoid and which ones were safe enough to be around. Lest the Empire’s little scheme be ruined before it even begun.

...Not that Prompto minded. Already pale and queasy from all the stress to begin with when it came to this arranged marriage. Here he was, a mere twenty years old and his intended had a whole ten years ahead of him.

How was he suppose to dupe someone like that?

Despite the heat, he pulled his fur lined hood over his face. Too nervous to be looked at so intensely by the glaive as they reached the Citadel. The car coming to a stop sent a lurch through his stomach. Quick, hesitant glances were made from the amount of stairs there were, to the guard opening his door.

Taking a deep breath; and trying not to make it look like he was shaking like a leaf about being caught, he stepped out and started for the stairs. Nearly stumbling when he peered up from under his hood to spot the King and his right hand had come to the front doors instead.

Prompto made no assumptions that he was going to meet him half way, so he continued as gracefully as he could muster. Taking what felt like forever with all the stairs--honestly wishing for an escalator or an elevator at least...

Stopping steps short of one Noctis Lucis Caelum, he bowed and held his position. His voice soft as he spoke.

“His Majesty really shouldn’t have troubled himself to just greet me at the door... But it’s nice to see my intended finally...”

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Nyx was now on guard duty (man, he's been on it a lot lately hasn't he?) in the palace walls this time, specifically at the waiting room people with appointments to King Regis resided in to get their turn with the monarch already.

His opinion with guard duty, regardless of the place, was the same --- boring and uneventful; however, his professionalism shined despite his thoughts, especially in more important cases like this. He simply stared straight head, hands clasped behind his back, appearing as if he was ignoring every gossiping words escaping the lips of the others, yet these guys weren't really trying hard to hide their whispers,

'king regis has yet to marry a new queen! don't you think that's scandalous?'

'perhaps he simply loved his wife too much to move on to another?'

'love?? you're joking, right? why on earth would love fall in the equation for a kingdom?'

'have you seen that kingsglaive guard? they really pick the rats of the nation, don't they?'

'shhh! and don't look at him! what if he hears us?!?'

'he's not paying attention, dearie. you know the type.'

‘isn’t that his son over there?’ 

‘who -- oh, he does look like him, doesn’t he? that attire is quite dreadful!’

Man were these guys annoying, but he's been through worst situations; however, he's been feeling a set of eyes lingering on him longer than these stuck-up bastards for a few minutes now, and he broke decorum enough to glance at the suspected direction.

The Crown Prince?

Perhaps he was waiting for his father to finish his duties? Nyx didn't know why he was looking at him of all people, though. The uniform? The fact that he was next to the entrance of the throne room? He didn't voice out these questions, instead meeting eye contact with Noctis as he rose an eyebrow, a silent question.

Would he approach now that he's been noticed? Nyx found that he didn't care either way --- he was on guard duty, after all. His move.

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     Really? Did he think that Zenos was that stupid? He grabbed Noctis by the throat, tugging him close so that they were face to face and a wicked smile spread across it.

     “Listen well, little prince. I can only tolerate this much of your teasing towards my husband. I’m not ‘allowed’ to kill you but if I could....ooh...the things I would do but as I said before I can’t so I’ll just leave you with that.” 

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A folded note was left on Noctis’ pillow and Prompto could be found nowhere inside the Leville.