Noctis is standing at the altar, his jaw tense as he stares down at his feet. It was his wedding day, and he was miserable. He was supposed to be marrying Luna..

It had been ten years since Luna died protecting him, but it still felt like yesterday. So much has passed since then — the world is safe, and the new King of Lucis needs a new betrothed, according to his friends.

The grand doors to the ceremony open, and Noctis draws his blue eyes towards the figure in white.