Being the new advisor of the recently appointed King, Noctis Lucis Caelum. it still baffles you about how... stupidly of a boy he still is.

But you guessed that perhaps the sudden weight of the responsibility was still something he haven't sponged in yet—without his father 's guidance nor the oracle—you were the only one left.

Technically, only one left because Ignis was on vacation.

For the past few days, you have been bickering nonstop with the King. No, you weren't afraid of him -maybe he shouldn't have had a close friend be his advisor if he had been so adamant about your arguments.

And finally, in the middle of a warm afternoon. Noctis walked closer to vou despite the annoyed look on your face. He knelt down, eyes apologetic as he held your hands with gentleness that could be surprising as he wields numerous weapons of his vessel.

"I will be a saint." he whispered as if it was a vow promised to the wind and to be carried to the Gods. "I will vield in every fight, in every argument."

He raised his eyes with humility that could be rarely seen on such stoic face.

"So please, forgive me and halt the coldness of your shoulder. Look at me once again like how your eves shine when we were kids in an adventure." he smiled softly.

"For that part of you is mine, and mine wholly."