❛ ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : noctis ( @owestars ) .
❝ I'm not an enemy! ❞ Her voice carries with a sense of urgency, hands outstretched palm-forward in a motion of surrender. Serenity can hardly blame him. Given the fall of Insomnia, coupled with the rise in daemonic activity, it's only natural to be on edge. The fact his retinue has excused themselves for the time being, to grieve in their own private way, has made the situation all the more tense. Of course he'd be on his guard. She would expect nothing less from a man whose lost nearly everything he's held dear in the blink of an eye. The broadcast of Insomnia's downfall is still fresh, radio static filling what would otherwise be painful silence.
Serenity maintains her distance, out of respect for the prince, but also for her own safety. She has no idea how volatile his emotions might be at the moment or what those feelings might push him to do. Mortals can be a force of nature in their own surprising way. particularly in the throes of grief.
❝ Please, ❞ softer now, gently coaxing. ❝ I'm not here to fight. I'm here to help. As is my duty. ❞ He won't understand it. Not yet. Her role in all of this has been a closely guarded secret for centuries. Only the Oracles and Kings of Lucis should have any knowledge of her very existence, much less her duty to the planet. Considering his reaction, she suspects King Regis had not had time to impart this knowledge to his son. It certainly makes things more… complicated.
