[ This is the best he can ask for and he knows it. Noctis is quiet for a moment, turning to curl with him and pull him close, nuzzling into him and allowing himself to feel the safety of his arms, the promise in his words. He hates that he cannot give him an answer, that he's unable to give him what he needs -- and the measured response makes Noctis' heart sink, just a little.
He's selfish, he knows; and his eyes hardening with resolve. ] I'll find a way, I promise. [ He's staring ahead at the closed door, thinking of the bed they're in, how it has no place for another. He thinks of the ring, secure in the nightstand and designed for Ignis' finger. How much it will hurt not to have Ignis, how much worse it will be for him to marry another. He sighs, hating that their conversation had taken such a turn. Necessary, but unpleasant. ]
I mean, no one wants to marry a king who cannot love anyone else but his adviser.
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He's selfish, he knows; and his eyes hardening with resolve. ] I'll find a way, I promise. [ He's staring ahead at the closed door, thinking of the bed they're in, how it has no place for another. He thinks of the ring, secure in the nightstand and designed for Ignis' finger. How much it will hurt not to have Ignis, how much worse it will be for him to marry another. He sighs, hating that their conversation had taken such a turn. Necessary, but unpleasant. ]
I mean, no one wants to marry a king who cannot love anyone else but his adviser.