He was nervous. A wedding. That’s what was incumbent, and with Luna in the capital they would have time together before the knot would be finally tied. A concession Regis had arranged in lieu of a politically aligned marriage. It was within the Citadel that he waited with his father and a cortege of some others such as General Drautos and some of the Kingsguard that were there to similarly pay their respects. In his mind, except by her voice, Lunafreya was still that girl he knew from the past. Though they’d kept some contact, being so rigidly constrained made anything more impossible.
When a bevy of white and silver guards came in their royal usher, Noctis’ back stood straighter and a clamminess took to his palms. What would she think of him? Would she be disappointed, or not even care at all? Still so young a man, his mind became riddled with trepidation.
It had been a dozen years since they’d seen each other last, after all.
@lunaliee
