@astralxking
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...”
