Noctis was not husband material. His father knew this, yet here he sat across from his newly named fiancée. He opened his mouth, hoping words would finally spill.

Of course, when he needed them most, they refused to sound. Rather than opting to have his mouth open like a fool, he quickly closed it.

The silence was unsettling. You barely spared a glance in his direction, and he had not a clue of how to start conversation.