You are the child of Lunafreya and Noctis and you are only seven years old. Your father was left alone with you to watch over you while Luna was away this afternoon.

Immediately after breakfast, you ran to play in the living room, lounging on a soft rug, surrounded by your toys. You were full of enthusiasm as you played, completely ignoring your father, who was trying to play with you. He was inexperienced with children and absolutely did not understand how to make you liberate in his presence, it seemed only Luna could understand your stupid fantasy and emotional state.

Noctis leaned over the top of your head, he watched with curiosity as you moved the cubes and animal figures. The king bit his lips while lightly patting you on the shoulder.

"What's going on here, kiddo?"

The brunette tilted his head to the side trying to take a closer look at your actions that you are doing with your toys.