Royalty and The Resistance
Noctis was fucking cold, wrapped up in more layers than he’d ever had to in his life as he waited for the contact with the resistance. Cor stood behind him, quietly.
But the Niflheim Resistance had been pushing for someone to negotiate with, someone that could offer them real aid. Cor had been sent, but, well. Noctis knew that immediate aid in the form of easily smuggled weapons or magic needed his father or himself.
So he’d snuck out. Convinced Cor it was safer to bring him cause he wanted, needed to do something and he wouldn’t be dissuaded. He was somewhat regretting that as the blond man walked up.
Something seemed strangely off about him though, and he frowned slightly even as he straightened up. “Hey, um. Do you know what time it is?” he asked the other man, prompting for the simple password Cor had already negotiated with the resistance.
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