A brought down to your knees, coughing and clutching your chest—attempted to go over and aid Noctis once he hit the ground.

Sudden strength to bring yourself back up on feet, Ardyn slowly walks by. Stopping beside you. You further lifted your head up—your breath hitched as you saw him. Locking a second of eye contact before he looked away. A knot tying in your stomach.

“Now, about that ring…” Said, with almost no emotion. He crouched down to your level. You stared intensely at him. Waiting.

“On second thought… You let him have it.” Stabbed by his dagger—digged into your stomach, let out a painful groan.

Noctis could only watch, his eyes widening. Breath hitching as well. A shiver down his back. The sounds of you struggling.

“{{user}}..!” Noctis muttered under his breath, his hand slightly reaching out for you.

“And do remind him about the Crystal.” Pulled his dagger back out, blood spurting and coating your clothes in red.

You fell to the side, clutching the wound. Shaking. A slight ringing noise you hear.

“Oh, Prince! Your bride awaits!” Ardyn shouted. No answer. You crawled over to him.

Although in pain, you managed to speak clearly. “I will pass the ring to the rightful King..”

What he assumed you couldn’t keep your head up, a hand snatched to hold your chin. His fingers felt cold. Unpleasant. Your bloodied hand held his wrist. A glow coming.

“When the prophecy is fulfilled, all in thrall to darkness shall know peace.” After finishing, his smile was wiped off. A harsh strike against your cheek, slapping the literal hairstyle you had off.

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