Warning: Noctis/Prompto.

Chapter Three

At the ball, Noctis just sat atop the throne.

Eventually, Noctis' beautiful bride emerged. The blonde wore an extravagant suit – tailored to Niflheim colors, with a long lavish robe draped over him. The outfit resembled the freshly fallen snow in Niflheim, except for the crimson trimmings. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Prompto, who happily hugged his father. He watched them talk to each other, just before dancing together to the music. He leaned back, not wanting to stare anymore at the two.

So, Noctis turned his eyes away. He saw that everyone was so happy, expect for Ignis and Gladio. His royal retainers were arguing with each other, but away from everyone else. His heart frantically fluttered, especially because Gladio was angry. The shield had his fists clenched, teeth gritted, and was panting. It was obvious Gladio knew about the affair now, not in the dark anymore about it.

His advisor walked off, then. Meanwhile, Gladio sent him a glare, just before stomping away in the other direction. Of course, Noctis was aware about his feelings, even Ignis knew. On the contrary, Noctis and Ignis could care less, not thinking about other people. In their minds, Gladio and Prompto didn't exist, expect until the damage was done.

XOXO

"What's wrong with my son?"

"He's sulking as usual. There's nothing wrong."

"Well, Noctis should be dancing with you. I didn't get him a beautiful bride for nothing."

"There's no need to worry. I'll remind him to appreciate me more."

"I'm sure you will, Prompto."

"Oh, I will. Trust me, Regis."

As Regis chuckled, Prompto looked over his shoulder. His eyes met Noctis', who watched him from afar. His husband gazed longingly at him, with parted pale lips. He recognized that stare – one full of desire, but desperate desire. It was meant for him, just for him. It wasn't anymore, though. It just disgusted him now, too.

His husband shared that gaze, with their good friend. He furiously frowned – laying his head on Regis' shoulder, who slowly swayed him to the music, then. He didn't enjoy dancing with Regis, but the elderly man was a father figure to him. And, Prompto wanted comfort, especially after Noctis' infidelity. Also, Prompto was contemplating, not certain yet if Regis should know.

He was embarrassed and ashamed – silencing then the entire Citadel, not wanting the affair to reach any media source. After all, Prompto was scared, especially because media sources would paint him as the jilted finance. And, Prompto wasn't a jilted finance, just an angry and annoyed finance. Also, Prompto despised being pitied – and didn't want that from anyone, but only the respect he deserved.

XOXO

"We have a problem."

"What do you mean, Cor?"

"A new arrival of Niflheim soldiers came today. They're a bit odd."

"Aren't all Niflheim soldiers odd?"

"I'm being serious. There's something strange about these ones."

"Can you give me an example?"

"They're robotic."

"I don't understand."

"They're robots, Your Majesty. They're stationed everywhere, just look around. I believe that the captain is dancing with Prompto."

So, Noctis stood up. His eyes scanned the throngs – finding these mysterious men, who stood shrouded in darkness, with glowing red eyes. His beautiful bride was dancing – twirled repeatedly around, but by that young man from earlier. He was the same solider Prompto had allowed to carry him away - which made him envious, not anymore, though. That was another one of Prompto's robots – obedient and subservient, like the perfect solider. The captain was careful – gentle to Prompto, though. It made sense, especially because Prompto is his leader.

However, Noctis had been warned. His beautiful bride desired revenge – to remind him of his place again, which was beside Prompto, not in the arms of another. He didn't blame Prompto for being so angry, even to the point of trying to invade Lucis, like the Niflheim emperors from before. It's just that their marriage was supposed to bring peace between Lucis and Niflheim, but his actions clearly stalled all the progress they had been making.

He sighed and strode towards Prompto – taking Prompto into his arms, who scowled and squirmed, but his hold was firm. The Niflheim soldiers shifted into defense mode – hands on the hilts of their swords, just waiting for their Prompto's command to strike him down, which never came, though. After all, Prompto didn't want to create a scene – deciding to keep his army of soldiers a secret, except for his captain. In all honesty, Noctis suspected that the captain was perhaps a prototype at first, a success and so Prompto's favorite and most loyal subject.

XOXO

"Did your mad scientist of a father create them?"

"Tread lightly now, my love, as I can always make Gralea your capital."

"I did offer you my crown."

"I have no need of your crown. I have one of my own. It's far more superior to the mere crown of a king."

"Your anger is volatile."

"Aren't you supposed to take my anger, though?"

"It still hurts."

"How do you think I feel?"

He fumed and frowned, his fingernails clawing into Noctis. He was then twirled around – a favorite of his, which he had thought that Noctis forgotten, but he was wrong. His frustration vanished – replaced by surprise, just as Noctis kept twirling him around. It was making him dizzy, not that he cared, though. It was fun being spun, especially in Noctis' arms.

A giggle slipped from in-between his lips. So, Noctis twirled him faster. Without hesitation, Prompto's high-pitched laughter resonated around the ballroom – drawing the media's attention once more, who began taking pictures again. He and Noctis were captivating everyone – each and every soul in the ballroom was watching them. He was dipped down then, with Noctis' right hand lying against his hip.

As airships circled the Citadel, Prompto's high-pitched laughter turned sinister. He knew no one saw them, expect for Noctis. His index finger brushed Noctis' pale lips – gesturing for the Lucis king to be quiet about what he had seen outside, or news of his affair would reach Regis' ears. His husband sighed tiredly – looking away from the windows, where his airships flew higher and landed atop the Citadel's rooftops.

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