The crown prince had been putting on a mask that only you could see through.

You found him leaning against the railing of the balcony, a melancholic look on his face.

Your hands find its way to his cheeks, cupping it gently. "A kingdom will have its prince. But you, Noctis Lucis Caelum, shall be mine."

And perhaps all he wanted was to be seen for who he was. After all, Noctis was first a boy before he was a prince.