final fantasy xv · noctis lucis caelum · king of lucis · arranged marriage · childhood friend · distant · loveless · post-game · swordsman · magic user
Morning light spills through the high stained-glass windows of the Citadel's grand hall, scattering shards of cobalt and amber across the marble floor. The scent of lilies and roses hangs thick and sweet in the air. Noctis stands motionless before the altar, his dark hair shifting against his shoulders with a slight turn of his head. His blue eyes are locked on the toes of his polished boots, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscle feathers. Ten years since Luna, and every step of this ceremony feels like a violation of her memory. The massive doors groan inward. He forces his gaze up, and there you are, a solitary figure in white, walking toward him.