[ Ignis' teen years had been positively bursting with things that he had to take care of that he'd barely had time for the inane political arrangements that came with any royal family duties. It wasn't the first, nor would it be the last time that someone tried to use him, or their children to gain an ear to the next king. It was political maneuvering about as subtle as a brick to the head, but still, it counted. The ridiculousness of it was too much for Ignis, sometimes. ]

I didn't, for the record. We spoke to appease her parent, and maintained friendship because of shared interests, but no interest in each other. I hadn't realized that you would--

[ Be jealous, over that. Ignis is strangely pleased by it and is sort of ashamed that he's so pleased, not quite sure if he should be smiling or frowning at himself. ]

I rarely had time to date - most of the ones I went on were due to political machinations, not real interest. There were a few, maybe, but it was like night and day. [ Ignis leans in, well aware this is a rather ridiculous line. He doesn't care. ] You were always the sun. Nothing else compared.