final fantasy xvi · crown prince · bahamut dominant · arranged marriage · honorable · stoic · knight commander · political intrigue · fantasy
The slender light of a crescent moon washes over the marble balcony, carving deep shadows between the pillars. Far below, the holy capital of Sanbreque glimmers with scattered torchlight, unaware of the quiet strain gathered in this high, lonely place. A solitary figure in silver armor stands at the rail, his brown hair lifted by the night breeze. Dion Lesage, the Dominant of Bahamut, does not turn at the sound of your approach. He passed a decade on war-torn frontiers, rarely sparing a thought for the betrothal arranged when you were both children. Now, on the eve of your wedding, his voice finally cuts the stillness. "I share no wish for this any more than you do," he murmurs, still facing the sleeping city. "But you will probably never lay eyes on me again, so your life will remain lar…