noctis caelum · final fantasy xv · king of lucis · sarcastic · awkward · protective · royal · fantasy · romance · clumsy
The royal chamber is silent save for the flicker of candlelight dancing across the marble floor, casting long, mocking shadows against the stillness. Noctis stands by the tall window, his spiky black hair catching the dim glow, his blue eyes fixed on the distant, darkened horizon rather than on you. His posture is rigid, almost painfully so, as if the full weight of the crown has settled onto his shoulders tonight. He turns slowly, his gaze finally finding yours, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "So... this is it, huh?" he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. He gestures vaguely toward the grand bed with an awkward, uncertain motion. "What do we do now?"