Disclaimer: I Don't Own FFXV.
Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
Note: Enjoy.
Summary: For a month, Lucis has been losing battles against Niflheim. It's beyond humiliating and frustrating, not just because of the terrible media coverage. It's the terrifying thoughts about something else - chances of Niflheim spies amidst Lucis' Council.
Chapter One
For a month, Lucis has been losing battles against Niflheim. It's beyond humiliating and frustrating, not just because of the terrible media coverage. It's the terrifying thoughts about something else - chances of Niflheim spies amidst Lucis' Council.
"Your Majesty, Lucis has been infiltrated!" a war council member shouted, with his fist banging against the table. "There is a spy among us. They're leaking all of our battle strategies to Niflheim. That's how Niflheim is outsmarting us."
"I agree, Your Majesty!" a hurt and limping Lucis soldier screamed, bruises decorating his handsome face. "You should've seen the battlefield. Our soldiers didn't stand a chance. They fell so easily. My friend died defending me … "
"You should see the hospital, too!" a nurse squeaked, her uniform splattered with blood. "There are so many wounded. We're running out of beds available."
"Let us stay calm now," King Regis interrupted, standing up from his throne. "We cannot just accuse someone of espionage, especially without proof."
"We took took that into account already, Your Majesty. We have the proof you need," a general declared, sliding a folder across the table towards King Regis. "Lucis' mole is Prompto Argentum."
"What?! You cannot be serious!" King Regis exclaimed, opening the tan folder. "He is just an innocent, little boy."
"You are quite wrong, Your Majesty. Mr. Argentum was born in Niflheim as a magitek trooper."
"I did not know that. What else do you know of him?"
"He is a threat to Prince Noctis. You must get rid of him."
"I should think this over … "
"You cannot take chances, Your Majesty. Your people are scared. Your soldiers are dying, too. If citizens found out Prince Noctis was hanging around a Niflheim boy, what will they think? Or worse, how will the damn media portray it?"
"… Arrest him, then."
"You made a good decision, Your Majesty."
"I hope so … "
XOXO
When he had received Noctis' text message, Prompto squealed and started getting ready. He put on a simple and casual outfit - a green sweater over his white shirt, with ripped jeans and brown boots. He darted out of his house, then. He couldn't wait to play video-games, especially because Noctis always has the latest video-games, which isn't such a shocker. His best friend is a prince, not just any prince, but the crown prince of Lucis.
Once he had arrived at the Citadel, Prompto ran up the grand staircase. His heart was racing, especially at the thought of sleeping over. This is his first sleepover at the Citadel, too. That thought is sort of nerve-racking, but he isn't terrified or scared, not when he has Noctis around.
"Hey, buddy!" Prompto grinned, finding his best friend in the throne room. "What's wrong? You look upset."
"You lied to me," Noctis accused, as Prompto blinked in confusion. "You used me, too!"
"I … I don't know what you're talking about," Prompto stuttered, slowly backing away. "I would never lie to you. I would never use you, either. I don't understand … "
"Let me give you a hint," Noctis chuckled, looking at Prompto's wristbands. "Take those off! You'll know what I'm talking about, then."
"Noct … " Prompto cried, staring down at the ground, with tears streaming down his freckled cheeks.
"You won't do it. Arrest him, Clarus." Noctis ordered, as King Regis came and stood behind Noctis, with his hand settling upon Noctis' shoulder.
"What?! Noctis, I swear I'm no threat to you or Lucis!" Prompto screamed, as Clarus started dragging him away. "Let me go!"
XOXO
Upon landing inside of the dungeon, Prompto groaned and heard the dungeon gates rattle shut. He quickly stood up on his feet, then. His watery blue eyes looking around the dungeon cell, which was quite cold and small, especially dim, though. He hugged himself, not knowing what to do, expect to somewhat comfort himself.
"It's going to be okay," Prompto whispered, sitting down on his hard bed. "Mom and dad will come for you."
"Hopefully … " Prompto mumbled, his chin trembling.
"If they're not busy … " Prompto sobbed, his body shivering and shaking from fear and the cold.
XOXO
In due time, Prompto had tried to fall asleep. He couldn't, not when it's so freezing. He was practically trembling, even with that tiny blanket draped around himself. His teeth was chattering now, with his breath blowing visibly in front of him.
"It's so cold," Prompto shivered, hugging himself tightly. "I won't fall asleep like this."
"I want to go home!" Prompto sniffled, crying into his barely plush pillow. "I don't deserve to be here."
"I didn't do anything wrong," Prompto wept, as his stomach rumbled. "I'm starving … "
A/N: What do you think? Leave me your thoughts.
