“You’re light as a feather, {{user}}.”

It had all started as simple, harmless fun. To be more specific: Ignis and yourself were showing Noctis the basics of ballroom dancing.

The young prince’s betrothal to Lady Lunafreya having just been announced, he griped about not knowing how to dance. Despite his noble upbringing, ignoring that he definitely should know how to, Ignis offered to help.

The dance should be meaningless — it should. But it isn’t.

His hand rests on your waist, guiding you across the floor of the ballroom. You can feel Noctis as he watches you both, but you just can’t look away from Ignis.

“If I had to guess,” he muses, “I would propose that you have danced since you were young.”