Warning: Noctis/Prompto.
Chapter Two
The ball was hours away.
So, Noctis was getting ready. He was being helped by Ignis, who could barely look him in the eyes anymore. He couldn't look Ignis in the eyes either, not after what had happened yesterday. Their affair was over now, though. It should've never occurred in the first place – never should've have even been considered, but they just couldn't resist.
Eventually, Noctis finished getting ready. He stood in front of the mirror, with a scowl on his face. He was in no mood for socializing, but the ball was in honor of his father. The elderly man was returning home from his trip to Altissia, where he had been vacationing and sightseeing. The former king wasn't involved in politics anymore, not after he had ascended to the throne.
However, Noctis' father didn't know about what had happened in his absence. He didn't want his father to know either, but he wasn't sure if that was a possibility anymore. His father and beautiful bride were very close, especially because the blonde regularly confided to his father.
XOXO
"You look lovely."
"Does he now, Iggy? Well, I certainly don't think so. Don't worry, I'll fix him up."
"Of course, Your Imperial Majesty."
"Leave."
In the distance, Noctis saw his beautiful bride. The blonde stood in the threshold, with something hidden behind his back. He didn't know what Prompto's real intentions were, but he knew that they couldn't be anything good. He watched Ignis bow before taking his leave – making Prompto's pale pink lips curl into a cruel smirk, not something he had ever seen done before.
However, Noctis must get accustomed to that sinister smirk now. His beautiful bride won't calm down anytime soon, not even forgive or forget anytime soon. He isn't even sure if he'll be forgiven, not after what he had done. It's to be expected, especially because his actions are hard to forgive – sometimes deemed unforgivable by some people, but he understands why, though.
But, Noctis wanted to be forgiven. He wanted a second chance, with his beautiful bride. He doesn't believe a second chance is in their future, though. It's just a game of torment – a cycle of rage and resentment, but a storm he's willing to go through if it helps the person he loves heal and move on.
XOXO
"I had this outfit custom made for you. Do you like it, my love?"
"Of course, I do, Prompto."
"And, I'm glad you do. You will be wearing this outfit tonight, not the one he chose for you, my love."
"Alright."
As he changed, Noctis observed his beautiful bride. The blonde was glaring at the outfit Ignis had chosen for him, with his eyes narrowed and fists clenched. He sighed and shook his head, not knowing how to process everything. He didn't want Prompto to be just upset at Ignis, especially because he was just as responsible and guilty for their affair as Ignis was.
However, Noctis didn't want to tell his beautiful bride how to cope. He wanted Prompto to grieve however he wished – to do whatever made him feel better, even if that meant causing chaos. He'll endure whatever Prompto threw his away, like he had done yesterday. He'll continue doing so in the future, too.
So, Noctis waited for his beautiful bride's outburst. He knew the signs by now, especially because Prompto had many outbursts since yesterday. He would let Prompto take out his rage, like he will right now. He won't stop Prompto, even if the blonde wanted to burn his entire wardrobe.
XOXO
"Are these the clothes you fucked Iggy in, Noct? Are they, my love?!"
"Prompto …"
"You dress me up like a doll. I wear whatever you buy me – this fucking necklace, this bracelet, and this ring!"
"Prom …"
"I'm not a doll. You can't toy with my feelings!"
Without hesitation, Prompto threw his husband's clothes into the fireplace. The hungry flames devoured the expensive fabrics and silks – growing bigger and bigger as he kept feeding it, with Noctis' wardrobe.
He had emptied Noctis' closet, not sparing a single item. After all, Prompto knew that they were soiled – desecrated and defiled by Noctis and his concubine, who he had trusted and thought was a good friend. For this reason, Prompto was furious – betrayed both by his husband and good friend, but he'll get his revenge soon enough.
His eyes glowed deep red, like yesterday. In the distance, Prompto heard his maids coughing, especially because the room had filled with smoke. Even so, Prompto could care less, not bothered by the smoke, like everyone else was.
XOXO
"Listen to me, Prom."
"Why should I anymore?"
"I hurt you, not them! If you want to break every single piece of furniture here, then do it. If you want to burn down my palace, go ahead. If you want my crown, take it. I won't stop you. I'll face your anger, but don't take it out on innocent people. They didn't hurt you. I did, Prompto."
"And, why did you?"
"… I don't know."
"You cheated on me, but you don't know why. You just don't cheat on me without a proper reason. I guess you don't really know just who I am, do you?!"
"Prom …"
"Don't touch me, not with the hands you touched him with!"
In an instant, Prompto swatted his husband's hand away. He couldn't bear Noctis' touch, not after finding him cheating. He screamed and shoved Noctis – memories of walking in on Noctis and Ignis running through his mind, especially because he just couldn't forget the terrible and tragic memories. They kept replaying in his mind – triggering his rage, even making him lash out.
Even so, Prompto recoiled into himself. He clutched his head – bandaged fingers tangled around golden locks, with his eyes clenched shut. He could clearly see Noctis and Ignis intertwined together – happily kissing each other, like they were married. He released another shrill scream – body trembling, breathing ragged, and blindly enraged.
But, Prompto didn't attack. He just fell to his knees – golden strands falling from his head, especially because he was clutching his hair too tightly. His husband's help came too late – a Niflheim solider had already began carrying him away, not bothered by his husband's heated protests.
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"What do you think you're doing, solider?!"
"Don't address my men. You're no king of mine any longer. You lost that title once you acted below your station."
"Prompto …"
"I can't bear to even look at you. It makes me sick to my stomach."
"Prom …"
So, Prompto turned his face away. He hugged his solider, then. His arms were wrapped around the young man's neck, with his freckled cheek resting against the young man's broad shoulder. His husband stared at him longingly – lips pouted, dark eyebrows knitted together, and hands clenched into tight fists.
But, Prompto just shut his eyes. He couldn't stand the sight of his husband – the man who caused him so much pain and anger, but he won't cry. He's a ruler – someone who needed to stay strong no matter what, even if he had suffered from a great betrayal.
And, Prompto will do just that. He'll stay strong and strike back – get revenge, remind Noctis of his place again. His husband had forgotten – taken him for granted, like he was some mere king. It made him want to laugh – considering he's an Emperor of a technological advanced Empire. A little reminder wouldn't hurt, not when he can always do much worse.
A/N: What do you think? Leave me your thoughts.
