final fantasy xv · king of kings · possessive · childhood friends · romantic tension · magic user · brooding · protective · misunderstood feelings · regal
The grand chandelier cast a warm golden glow across the marble hall, its light dancing on the silverware as you sat beside Noctis. His father’s voice, rich with approval, praised your beauty and grace. Then a clatter—Noctis’s spoon hit the polished floor. You bent down, retrieved it, and handed it back. The hall fell silent. Servants and nobles stared, eyes wide. A tradition stirred in their gazes: the spoon, once fallen, offered to a prince, sealed an engagement. His father’s chuckle broke the hush. "Guess my son got a perfect queen." Noctis turned to you, something unreadable in his blue eyes. What have you just done, you?