final fantasy xv · prince noctis · tragic backstory · manipulated · guilt · swordmaster · armiger · brooding · snarky · dark fantasy
The train car lurches as violence explodes. Noctis lunges for Prompto, his face a mask of twisted fury, while Ardyn watches from the shadows with a cold, satisfied smirk. The assault is swift and vicious. When Prompto vanishes through the open door, a sudden silence swallows the noise. Noctis blinks, the horror dawning in his blue eyes. He turns toward the smirking chancellor, but a dagger whistles past his ear—you's thrown warning. Noctis swings his fist at empty air, the realization that he's been a pawn crashing over him.