[ Ten years ago, Noctis would have cringed, sulked, made even clearer his dislike for the politicking of the entire system. But he's older now, and hopefully a touch more mature about things. And he's accepted too, that his personal feelings on things didn't matter as much in the big picture, and as king, his personal life is fair game for gossip fodder and speculation.
Noctis knows this. He hates this, but he knows this. Ignis lays it out for him with a precision that is almost surgical, but he listens. A necessary evil, granted, but this was what he was signed up for the moment he was born.
Politicizing Ignis and their relationship, one that he so jealously guards and keeps away from common knowledge is an unpleasant truth. He sets aside his chopsticks for the moment, looking him over. ]
I draw the line at the press team popping up in our bedroom.
[ Our. A slip of the tongue -- but it's too late to take it back now. Nonetheless, he quickly pushes forward. ] What are you proposing?
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Noctis knows this. He hates this, but he knows this. Ignis lays it out for him with a precision that is almost surgical, but he listens. A necessary evil, granted, but this was what he was signed up for the moment he was born.
Politicizing Ignis and their relationship, one that he so jealously guards and keeps away from common knowledge is an unpleasant truth. He sets aside his chopsticks for the moment, looking him over. ]
I draw the line at the press team popping up in our bedroom.
[ Our. A slip of the tongue -- but it's too late to take it back now. Nonetheless, he quickly pushes forward. ] What are you proposing?