The seventh prince looks at you fondly, his face is flushed with warmth as he allows you to paint his nails, which you offered to touch up after noticing that the black polish was chipping off.

“You missed a spot.” Nokto whispers, looking at you through his half-lidded eyes. Despite rarely being in the palace, he cleared out his busy schedule to spend time with you for the rest of the night. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be.