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SHED SOME LIGHT ON THINGS

CHAPTER 15

Two week later…

Ignis woke up on sheets that weren't his and it took him a few seconds to realize where he was. There was an arm loosely draped over his naked waist. He reached down and felt it. Definitely not Gladio. The body behind him shifted and cuddled closer, wafting the smell of tea tree shampoo his way.

"Good morning, Prompto," he said.

The blonde hummed and kissed his shoulder. "Morning."

"Are the others about?"

Prompto shook his head. "They went to get breakfast, they got tired of waiting for you to wake up."

"What time is it?"

"About ten, I think."

"Goodness. What time did we finally go to sleep?" He rolled onto his back and threw an arm around the gunslinger's shoulder.

"About two in the morning, I think," said Prompto before he sat up a little and placed a long, lazy kiss on his lips. Ignis ran his fingers lovingly through the blonde hair, releasing more tea tree smell. Prompto rested his chin on his chest. "I never would have guessed you were that flexible. What's your secret?"

"Ashatanga yoga almost every morning for the past fifteen years." He paused. "Although it appears I've slept through my usual practice time."

"Mind if I start joining you?"

"I normally do it around five in the morning."

He could feel Prompto make a face against his chest. "Maybe not."

Ignis smiled. "Well, if you ever stay in my room overnight I'll wake you up for it. Although I will probably have to get a large new bed as well."

Noctis had gifted Prompto a king sized bed for his studio apartment. Location wise it was the most inconspicuous for them to meet. They couldn't all be seen going in and out of the royal quarters in the Citadel. Gladio and Ignis' rooms were equally in the public eye. Prompto's apartment a few blocks away from the Citadel had the least amount of attention on it.

It took Ignis a night or two and some seriously bruised shins before he finally figured out the layout of the place. They'd been spending a decent amount of time there, even if the bed did take up most of the floor space in the studio. There was talk about renting a larger place under a pseudonym as a regular romp pad.

Then again, things might change today. This afternoon was the council meeting where Noctis planned to drop the bomb about Highwind and their arrangement. All of them were on the docket to be there to 'represent their position' so to speak. Ignis was equally anxious and thrilled.

Ignis heard the jingle of keys and soon the door opened. "The dead has arisen," said Gladio. Prompto shifted and sat up on the edge of the bed, the shuffle of fabric implied he was pulling his pants on. "We got bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches."

Ignis slid out of bed and found his pants neatly folded on the end table and slid them on. Running his hand along the wall lightly he made his way to the breakfast bar and found himself a foil wrapped meal.

A form stepped past him and kissed him on the shoulder. He knew it was Noctis. "Are you ready for this afternoon, Highness?" Ignis asked.

"As I'll ever be," he said. "I'll just be happy when they stop harassing me about it."

"Oo fhink fey'll go 'or it?" asked Prompto through his mouth full of food.

"Why do you think I want you all there? Outside of obvious reasons of course," said Noct. "If most people in the room support the idea then they won't be able to argue."

"You know Shinra will," said Gladio.

Ignis nodded. "Undoubtedly."

Prompto finished his breakfast and tossed his foil in the trash can across the room. "Maybe we should bring some snacks to butter them up first. Shinra looked a bit annoyed when I didn't bring him a smoothie last meeting."

"He always looks like that," said Gladio.

"You did come in forty minutes late," Noct pointed out.

Ignis smiled. He lived for banter like this.

"Alright, it's settled," said Prompto jovially. "Chai latte's and donut holes for everyone!"

The monthly council meeting was as droll and mediocre as usual, although there were quite a few more seats occupied than usual. Normally Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto were busy with other duties to attend, but this time all three of them sat around the oversized mahogany table. Cor and the other four Chancellors were there as well, including Lockhart and Shinra.

Prompto leaned back in his chair and sipped his late. The caffeine was keeping him awake through all the discussions about trade, infrastructure, power utilization, staffing… uuuuhhhh, so borring. It wasn't until Lockhart asked their King if he had anything to add did he perk up and lean forward.

"Actually I do," started Noct. "I've thought about what was said last meeting and have decided to continue the bloodline of Lucis."

At this, the other chancellors leaned forward too. Somehow Gladio, Ignis, and Cor managed to maintain their poker face.

"Aranea Highwind will be arriving in Insomnia in a few days. We've already arranged an escort by the Kingslave and the ceremony will be held in a little over two weeks. I'd rather not make it a huge event, so it will be a private-"

"The mercenary!?" interrupted Chancellor Shinra, as expected. His fat face darkening. "You cannot be serious. Highness, we-"

"Apologies Chancellor," said Noctis, the epitome of calm. "I seem to have forgotten when I asked your opinion. I will have an heir. Isn't that what you were all so concerned about?"

Chancellor Lockhart had a conflicted look on her face. "Yes, your Highness, but… wouldn't someone with political connections be more wise?"

"You mean like last time?" Noctis said with the slightest touch of venom.

Lockhart didn't say anything in response.

Prompto sipped his drink. His face hurt from trying to hide his grin.

"This is absurd," said Shinra, standing up from his wide chair. "We cannot have some trollop mercenary as our Queen. It would be indecent."

Prompto felt it first, the tingle of electricity in the air and the smell of ozone. He pushed his rolling chair away from their King a few inches. Just in case.

Noctis took a deep breath. "All in favor of making Aranea Highwind the next Queen of Insomnia raise your hand."

Prompto raised his hand first, followed by Gladio, Cor, Ignis, and the King himself. The other four council members in attendance seemed dumbstruck. Reluctantly Lockhart raised her hand too.

"This is insane!" fumed Shinra. He was rapidly turning the color of a plum. "There needs to be bonds made with outlying nations. There needs to be-"

Noctis stood up quickly, causing half the people at the table to jump. The air almost sparkled. He spoke slowly and intentionally like the King he was. "I am only going to say this once and this topic will not be brought up again afterwards. I am the King of Lucis. I only have this 'council' to ask for the advice and wisdom of others before I make my decisions. Ultimately I am the one who has final say in all matters relating to my kingdom." Shinra was shrinking back into his seat at this point. "So if my choice in the mother of my future children displeases you then I am sorry. But when I say that your opinion in the matter is of little importance, I am making a gross understatement. If I wanted to marry Prompto instead-" The gunslinger choked on his latte. "-you would have zero input on the matter. My personal life is of no concern of yours and it never will be. This discussion is over." Noct's eyes shimmered as he leaned over the table. "Am I, in any way, unclear?"

Shinra shook his head. Prompto was pretty sure the chancellor has pissed himself.

"Good." The electricity in the room dissipated. "Does anyone else have any opinions on the matter?" There were nervous shaking of heads around the table. "Wonderful. Then I'll see you all next month."

There was a quick shuffling of chairs before a good portion of the council left. As Lockhart left she glanced back. "I wish you two the best," she said with mixed tones before leaving.

When most of the council was gone, leaving just Cor and the four of them, Gladio started laughing. "So, Prompto, what size dress are you? Ten? Twelve?"

Ignis joked, "What flavor cake would you like at your wedding?"

Prompto smiled nervously. He knew Noctis was just making a point to the council, but it did put him on the spot. Still, he played along. "I've always been fond of cinnamon, and I think I might be a ten."

Noctis smiled down at him, "Oh, you're a ten alright." He bent down and kissed him.

They all laughed. Cor just rolled his eyes and sipped his latte.

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~FIN

Like I said, this story is not necessarily done. There's no way I'm going to stop writing about these guys. Keep an eye out for future stories. Again, thanks for all the reviews, fanart's (NSFW stuff included), and laughs. LOVE YOU ALL! See you on Tumblr. -^_^-