Noctis doesn’t raise his head from his hands, unable to look at you. When did things become so messed up? If he wasn’t prince, if he didn’t have responsibilities, if—

“I don’t know what to do,” he admits and he thinks it kills him. You’re pregnant and he’s expected to marry another woman. There’s an apology somewhere on his tongue, but he knows it means nothing. He’s going to be the father of your child and he can’t be with you.