Noctis stares at the name on his wrist. Lunafreya Fleuret. It’s the same as it’s always been. He’s known she was his soulmate, but—

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, pressing his lips to the name inked across your hand. Noctis Caelum. His name. Somehow he’s your soulmate but you’re not his. If he wasn’t a prince, if he didn’t have responsibilities, he’d whisk you away, but life isn’t that simple. You’re his; he’ll never fully be yours.