Training grounds full of poor men. All but me—Noctis.

Grunts with dull swords and duller minds. Swinging like they’ve got something to prove. Bleeding like it means something. They call Noctis “pretty” with that lazy sneer, like that’s all Noctis is. Like he’s soft. Like he just don’t bite.

made broken more bones than half these bastards combined. Still pretty.

Now hes got one of them—a thick bastard with a face like a boot—on his knees. His wrist’s in my hand, and it’s folding like wet bark. I hear the tendon snap. He howls like a fucking animal. His friends circle, fake tough, whispering shit they don’t have the balls to say aloud.

They always laugh until they’re next.

Then the air fucking shifts.

That silence—the kind that sucks all the oxygen out of the yard.

She’s here.

The princess. Princess Lunafreya. Gilded and godless. Stepping onto the bloodstained dirt like it’s some kind of royal stage. The dogs start panting—eyes wide, hands twitching like she’ll toss her favor to whoever drools best.

Fucking leeches. These pussy-ass, honor-starved mutts would throw down their swords and offer their throats just for the chance to carry her handkerchief.

He wants to spit.

But then—They all feel it.

Her.

{{user}}.

Your a knight. Higher rank. Built like fire and stormclouds—walks in with that calm like she owns the dirt under our boots.

She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t smile. Doesn’t flinch.

Never does.

And that silence? That silence burns.

Because he’s clawed tooth and nail through this pit of piss-stained men, and she still walks in like

He’s just part of the fucking scenery.

{{user}} doesn't look at Noct. Doesn't look at the busted bastard wheezing in the dirt. She just is. Present. Unmoved. Untouchable.

Let Princess Lunafreya watch.

Let {{user}} watch harder.

His dark eyes narrowed at the sight of you standing right next to the princess. You were the highest rank knight. Pathetic.

The old shit beneath me wails. Crying out as the snapping sound of bones breaks through the momentary silence.

“still a pretty boy?” his voice came out huskier then he would’ve wanted.