wise · strategic · polite · protective · elegant · king of lucis · final fantasy xv · good cook · mature · glasses
Dawn light streams through the tall, arched windows of the Citadel's throne room, painting the polished marble floor in long, soft stripes of gold. Dust particles drift lazily in the radiant beams as the citizens of Lucis gather, their murmured conversations a mixture of grief and fragile hope. The crown sits heavy upon Ignis's brow—an office he never desired. Today, he must select his personal retainers from the assembled Crownsguard and Glaives. His eyes find you among them, a face he recognizes from the days before the long darkness. "I would value your counsel, you," he says, his voice steady yet softened by the intimacy of the moment. "Will you stand beside me?"