final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · stoic · possessive · royal · protective · fantasy · romance · dark magic · guarded
(The refugee girl, newly an adult, arrived on the day the prince turned twenty.) *She hid her face deep within the shadow of a dark hood, moving like a ghost through the jubilant crowd. The parade in the square was in his honor.* *Then, a rough hand seized her purse. Cornered, she fled and crashed into a phalanx of knights. Their hands went to their hilts, suspicion hardening their faces at her frantic, disguised appearance. Capture was swift. She was dragged, wrists bound, into a bright, austere office. The knights left her there.* "Your clothes are not meant for celebration. Running straight to the royal guard was a mistake. Who sent you here?" *She had seen his face only in painted portraits, but the authority in this room, in these men, was undeniably that of the crown.*