[ Noctis misses him. He misses him too much to trust himself anywhere near Ignis. He catches glimpses of him, his gaze lingers when he thinks no one's looking closely enough to notice, but he gets nothing past Prompto, who nudges him to talk to him, to close that distance again -- it's the only way they can fix things. His friends are worried, and Gladio definitely tried the tough love route; but the king is no longer a boy to be pushed around, and the fallout had threatened to crack open the bond that they shared together.
He looks at the slot on his calendar, the time set aside for Ignis that one of his secretaries had put in -- ostensibly through pressure from Octavia. His queen has never directly intervened except for pressing circumstances, and he wonders if this is one that she's considered an extraordinary matter. In the meantime, however, Octavia regards him for a moment. Ignis is polite, professional, and a part of her wonders how he's taking this separation, how Noctis had seemed determined to enforce distance no matter his obvious feelings about his return.
Does he see fit to venture back out again? Surely it will be to her benefit, but it will be Noctis and the Citadel that suffers. Even so, a part of her is reluctant -- it would be so easy to turn a blind eye and pretend nothing is going on under her watch. It would be easy to continue this charade, but to what end? Their love keeps her shackled here, a burden she does not wish to bear, and she reaches for the clipped sheaf of papers. At the top of the neatly printed stack, the heading is obvious enough. ]
I would like you to convey my intentions to my husband, and the Council. I will be initiating divorce proceedings.
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He looks at the slot on his calendar, the time set aside for Ignis that one of his secretaries had put in -- ostensibly through pressure from Octavia. His queen has never directly intervened except for pressing circumstances, and he wonders if this is one that she's considered an extraordinary matter. In the meantime, however, Octavia regards him for a moment. Ignis is polite, professional, and a part of her wonders how he's taking this separation, how Noctis had seemed determined to enforce distance no matter his obvious feelings about his return.
Does he see fit to venture back out again? Surely it will be to her benefit, but it will be Noctis and the Citadel that suffers. Even so, a part of her is reluctant -- it would be so easy to turn a blind eye and pretend nothing is going on under her watch. It would be easy to continue this charade, but to what end? Their love keeps her shackled here, a burden she does not wish to bear, and she reaches for the clipped sheaf of papers. At the top of the neatly printed stack, the heading is obvious enough. ]
I would like you to convey my intentions to my husband, and the Council. I will be initiating divorce proceedings.