Noctis,
I almost sent this as a text just to spite you. You're lucky my sister, Serah, has a soft spot for the "poetic" and "romantic". She gushes every time I get one of your letters in the mail. I think she may be in love with you. Think you could steal her away from her dumb oaf of a fiancé? It was save me the trouble of having to be called "Sis" for the rest of my life.
Speaking of which, Serah asked me to invite you to the wedding. I told her to send you an invitation in the mail (since you so clearly love getting mail like you live in the Stone Age) but she had already sent out the invitations.
It would be the first Saturday of next month. I don't suppose a busy Prince could make time for that, but if you are free, Serah ordered extra place settings. Please don't feel obligated to come if you are busy, I'm just letting you know.
Seriously, you don't have to come if you can't.
Also, how dare you think I wouldn't notice you stealing from me! You could barely get away from me side swiping your ass onto the floor, Your Highness. (You really need to widen your stance.)
Lightning
P.S. I'm not joking about you saving her from her fiancé. You know him. It's Snow Villiers.