[ Octavia points out simply. Like Noctis, she's not predisposed to airs, but there's a polish to her that speaks of her elevated station despite the casual nature of this meeting. Ignis looks run ragged, exhausted -- she knows for a fact that her stubborn husband has eschewed his presence in meetings. Where he had once sought his counsel, he now chooses to cut it off, much to her irritation. Ignis does his best, and under his lead the household runs much more smoothly. Now, if only she could get a hold of the secretaries that run Noctis' schedule, to bend their ear to give their king a break once in awhile. The problem being that the King, being an idiot, often finds matters of state to involve himself in.
It's not new for Noctis to travel incognito, to head to places that most need rebuilding and spend a few days there. Or visit the chocobo ranch or a whole host of cat shelters, but that had been the extent of it. Noctis is not predisposed to making friends easily despite his gentle nature, and Octavia cannot help but feel for her wayward husband. Cor Leonis feels similar, as does his friends, she knows, but when Noctis is determined to withdraw, there is precious few that can reach him.
Tonight, he's in a conference with a few ambassadors to Nifleheim, a conference Noctis had requested to be brought forward to fill up the space in his schedule. She wonders if it's to avoid Ignis, or to give himself to do. She's not quite sure anymore. Reaching for the wine bottle, she raises it and gestures towards the empty glass. ]
Thank you for making time to see me. Would you like a drink?
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[ Octavia points out simply. Like Noctis, she's not predisposed to airs, but there's a polish to her that speaks of her elevated station despite the casual nature of this meeting. Ignis looks run ragged, exhausted -- she knows for a fact that her stubborn husband has eschewed his presence in meetings. Where he had once sought his counsel, he now chooses to cut it off, much to her irritation. Ignis does his best, and under his lead the household runs much more smoothly. Now, if only she could get a hold of the secretaries that run Noctis' schedule, to bend their ear to give their king a break once in awhile. The problem being that the King, being an idiot, often finds matters of state to involve himself in.
It's not new for Noctis to travel incognito, to head to places that most need rebuilding and spend a few days there. Or visit the chocobo ranch or a whole host of cat shelters, but that had been the extent of it. Noctis is not predisposed to making friends easily despite his gentle nature, and Octavia cannot help but feel for her wayward husband. Cor Leonis feels similar, as does his friends, she knows, but when Noctis is determined to withdraw, there is precious few that can reach him.
Tonight, he's in a conference with a few ambassadors to Nifleheim, a conference Noctis had requested to be brought forward to fill up the space in his schedule. She wonders if it's to avoid Ignis, or to give himself to do. She's not quite sure anymore. Reaching for the wine bottle, she raises it and gestures towards the empty glass. ]
Thank you for making time to see me. Would you like a drink?