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Rise.
What in the world sort of first words was that?
The word had been written just under her collarbone for as long as she could remember. Her mother had explained once that it was the first word her soulmate would say to her. But what kind of a first word was that? It sounded utterly ridiculous.
As time went on, Celene more or less forgot about the word there. She’d look at it in the mirror occasionally, but it was nothing more than a meaningless mark. Like a mole. She put all her attention into her work, farthering her career.
Until the day she fled from Niflheim, taking whatever she could, and seeking asylum in Lucis. She’d been arrested by the guard almost on sight, and after days of demanding to speak to the King, she was finally escorted out of the cell and into an insanely huge and not-at-all-intimidating throne room. At a slight shove she went down to one knee. And then she heard it -
“Rise.”
His father had tried to burn the words from his chest twice. They were words that spoke of weakness in any potential spouse. He’d had it drilled into his head to never look for them. Never seek them.
Never-
He’d loved Aulea, they’d made it work with each other. Noctis was...was perfect. His son, his heir, the Chosen King. Regis hadn’t thought of his soulmate in a long time.
But he still flinched slightly when he heard the words she spoke.
“I need asylum.”
The words emblazoned above his knee, scrolling up his calf, warmed at the sound of it. He wasn’t sure if that was real or-
He couldn’t help it, swallowing thickly he tilted his head, his hand going to his thigh, feeling his words beneath the fabric.
“Ma’am. This, this may seem inappropriate. I apologize, if it is. But, may I ask what your words are?” he asked, voice soft, but still loud enough to carry.
