2 Works in Bahamut/Leviathan (Final Fantasy XV)
“You don’t know anything.” Noctis hisses, venom flooding from his voice as he gazes at his father from within the meeting room. His breathing is harsh, his chest heaving sharply as he stares defiantly at the 113 th King of the Lucian Line.
“Noctis,” Regis says softly, his tone a mix of both sympathy and frustration. “There are no other options. You will go to Altissia and wed Lady Lunafreya. It must be done to keep the peace between Niflheim and the Crown City. Many kingdoms have fallen, many lives have been lost. Your union will put an end to that.”
The King stands tall, firm, and for a moment, Noctis feels as if they don’t know one another, as if he’s just a mere steward in his King’s court.
“The decision is final. You will wed Lady Lunafreya.”
All the air comes out of his lungs, and for a moment, he’s drowning.
Drowning would be a relief.
“Yes, your Majesty.”
Il Regno di Solheim era il gioiello di Eos. L’orgoglio dei Siderei che, da quello che sarebbe poi divenuto il loro Reame, avevano osservato la sua nascita e crescita sin dall'alba dei tempi: da quando il Nulla aveva aperto i suoi cancelli creando quella terra e la sua gente, e scegliendo infine loro Sei come guardiani di quel mondo appena nato.
- Part 1 of Never felt like any blessing