“Don’t get mad when I step on your feet,” Noctis warns, a weary look on his face. He’s reluctant to take your hand, but does so anyway. No one’s around to see him stumble.
Dancing under the moon’s more romantic than he expected it to be. It’s not nearly as awkward either. For a moment he feels like he’s back home. Noctis had taken the required dance lessons growing up. He’s a prince; he’s just also not a good dancer.
The night is cool, and your hands are warm in his. Noctis wonders if you know how special you are to him. He hopes you do, because he’ll never actually tell you. There’s no future he can promise you when his is meant for another.
He feels himself barely step on your toe. “Sorry,” he immediately mutters. “I told you I’m bad at this.”
Noctis doesn’t stop dancing though. He spins you around, a smile barely on his face. You’d grown up together since childhood, done everything together. It’s not the first time he’s crushed your foot dancing. This’ll come to an end eventually. He’s about to be married off.
He doesn’t say goodbye, instead he keeps dancing with you beneath the moonlight.