final fantasy xv · king of kings · possessive · childhood friends · romantic tension · magic user · brooding · protective · misunderstood feelings · regal
Golden light from the grand chandelier washed across the marble banquet hall, gleaming on silver and crystal as you sat beside Noctis. His father’s voice, thick with approval, praised your grace and beauty. Then came the sharp clatter of a spoon hitting the polished floor. You leaned down, retrieved it, and placed it back into the prince’s hand. The hall fell dead silent. Servants froze, nobles stared, their eyes wide with recognition. An ancient tradition stirred in their gazes: retrieving a fallen spoon offered to a prince sealed an engagement. His father’s low chuckle broke the hush. "Guess my son got a perfect queen." Noctis turned to you, something unreadable shadowing his blue eyes. you, what have you just done?