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Warning: Noctis/Prompto.

Note: Enjoy.

Summary: The events of Altissia shook them. It took Ignis' sight, the love of Noctis' life, and reminded Gladio of duty. But, Altissia also brought them Prompto, an angel assigned to Noctis. They cannot see him, though. What will happen when they finally do?

Chapter One

As Altissia disappeared behind him, Noctis stopped speaking and sat silently in his hotel room. He just wanted to be alone. He didn't want anyone seeing him break down. He was a king and kings always hid their weaknesses. His midnight blue orbs still widened and watered with teardrops, though. His body still shook and trembled violently from his choked sobs and pants for air. His mind still continued replaying the death of Lady Lunafreya, his best friend and the love of his life.

Upon watching his charge cry, Prompto had finally reached out to offer comfort. He sat down beside Noctis and wiped the teardrops off of his pale cheeks. His ghostly fingers then threaded through Noctis' onyx strands in a soothing manner. His touches couldn't be felt, though. The Lucis king was too upset to feel them. Those midnight blue orbs couldn't stop shedding teardrops. That battered and bruised body couldn't stop shaking. It made him decide to place Noctis underneath a sleeping spell. It had to be done or his charge wouldn't be able to get rest.

"If I wasn't so weak, Luna would still be alive and Ignis would have his sight. I failed them. It's no wonder Gladio is so mad at me," Noctis muttered, while staring up at the ceiling with watery eyes, as Prompto leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "I wish I was strong. I just want to protect everyone …"

"You are strong. You just don't know it," Prompto said, while watching his charge's eyes droop down with sleep, as he smiled and tucked Noctis underneath the blankets. "Sweet dreams!"

XOXO

Once he had laid down in bed, Ignis couldn't help but to think about his heartbroken king. He had this feeling of dread tugging at his heart. He just knew deep down that Noctis was probably blaming himself for everything. He didn't want Noctis to do such an awful thing. He knew his king still would, though. That's what kings do. They blame themselves for all the horrible deeds done to their citizens and servants. His blindness wasn't his king's fault, though. His loss of sight was unfortunate. But, it wasn't going to prevent him from serving his king.

As he watched Ignis trying to sleep, Prompto fluttered closer and sat down beside him. He smiled and reached out to touch Ignis' eyes. He was gentle in his touch. His ghostly fingers barely brushed against Ignis' eyelids. His heart had been saddened, though. Those emerald green orbs, which he loved and adored so much, had been damaged brutally and without mercy. It was such a shame that those beautiful eyes weren't able to see a thing. He was going to do something about it, though.

"All kings wish to be strong, but retrainers do as well. We just want to serve our kings to the best of our abilities," Ignis confessed, while releasing an exhausted sigh, as Prompto smiled and stroked his pale cheeks. "I just hope I can."

"You have been serving well. And, you'll continue serving just as well," Prompto said, while leaning down and kissing Ignis' eyelids, as sleep soon swept the royal advisor away. "Goodnight!"

XOXO

In all honestly, Gladio hated how Altissia changed Noctis and Ignis. He disliked that Noctis closed himself off. He disliked how Ignis remained silent and just let their king wallow in an ocean of pity. He wanted them to stay focused. He wanted them to think about anything other than the events of Altissia. It would at least distract them enough. It would at least perhaps make them forget about the sadness and loss. His was military styled, after all.

As Gladio paced around, Prompto had watched with an interest. He knew Gladio was upset with Noctis. He wanted Noctis to focus more on the duties of being a king. It was his calling, after all.

"He needs to grow up! Everyone is counting on him!" Gladio said, while angrily grumbling and banging his fist down onto the table, as a glass of juice spilled over and onto Prompto's ghostly lap. "The world isn't going to save itself!"

"Hey, what the heck? You spilled juice on me!" Prompto squeaked, while fluttering off of the stool with a pout, as he touched Gladio's cheek and put him underneath a sleeping spell. "You need to cool off, buddy!"

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