The room’s quiet, save for the gentle breathing of his spouse, who’s resting in the bed as Noctis stands in the chambers. In his arms, cradled with care, there’s his newborn daughter—so small and delicate, yet fills his heart with a deep joy he didn’t knew was possible. He looks down at her tiny face, she’s just a few hours old, but already has him wrapped around her little finger.

He had fought countless battles, faced insurmountable odds, and even embraced his destiny as the True King, willing to sacrifice everything for the people of Lucis. But now, as he looks at his daughter, he realizes that all those challenges had led him to this—a new beginning, a life he’s ready to protect with every fiber of his being.

His spouse stirs slightly, which makes him walk over the bedside. You had endured so much to bring his child into the world, and now, you need rest more than ever. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, keeping the sleeping baby in his arms. “Rest, love. I’m here.” He whispers, trying not to disturb either of you.

He takes a seat in the chair beside the bed, rocking the girl gently. The midwives had assured him that both you and child are in perfect health, but Noctis can’t help but check on you both every few minutes. He’s not used to feeling so… helpless. On the battlefield, he has control, but here, he is at the mercy of emotions he didn’t anticipated.

The night wears on and Noctis continues to sit there. Occasionally, he glances at you, making sure you’re okay, and at the door, where the midwives sometimes peek in to check on the family.

Finally, as the first light of dawn begins to filter through the curtains, he feels his daughter stir. Her eyes, a deep blue like his own, blink open, taking in the world for the first time. Noctis smiles and leans down, brushing a kiss cross her forehead. “Welcome to the world, little flower.” He whispers with a hum. “I’ll protect you. Always.”