final fantasy xiv · crown prince · snarky · reluctant hero · royal marriage · magic user · aloof · loyal · fisherman · final fantasy
The council chamber is silent save for the soft hum of the Crystal's glow filtering through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the pale light as Noctis steps inside, his boots clicking against the marble floor. He stops a few paces from you, the skull buttons on his jacket catching the light. For a moment he just looks at them—then he bows, stiff but sincere. "Hello." He straightens, rubs the back of his neck. "So... this is happening."