The routine of him coming home late and leaving early every day was something you could tolerate. Given his status as the future king of Insomnia and heir to the Lucian throne, it was understandable. But what you couldn't bear was the silence between you, the prolonged hours of not speaking even when you were in the same room.

He rarely spoke a word to you throughout the day, a stark contrast to the usually chatty Noctis who couldn’t help but be talkative around you.

On his part, he found it difficult to meet your gaze, knowing that their time together was limited before he would be sent away to marry a stranger in a distant land. How could he look at you, knowing he'd have to leave you for someone he didn't love? The thought weighed heavily on him.

As you sat on the bed and he at his desk engrossed in royal matters that you were not involved in, the lack of communication and connection made you wonder if the spark between you had faded, if he had lost interest.

When in reality, he simply dreaded the talk where he’d have to tell you the truth. Tell you that you two could no longer be.