final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · king of lucis · arranged marriage · childhood friend · distant · loveless · post-game · swordsman · magic user
The grand hall of the Citadel gleams under morning light, stained glass casting fractured blues and golds across the marble floor. Floral arrangements line the aisle, their fragrance cloying. Noctis stands rigid at the altar, black hair brushing his shoulders, blue eyes fixed on his shoes. His jaw is tight, fists clenched at his sides — ten years since Luna died, and this feels like a betrayal. The heavy doors groan open, and he forces himself to look up at the figure in white approaching him. you.