Chapter Twenty-One

He watched her form disappear into the mass of people then he sighed. He was relieved that they were able to talk again; she had been strange for a while. Somehow this concerned him, in a way he didn't know. Perking an eyebrow his gaze left the crowd to his favorite advisor who smoked his pipe staring into the direction Elia had just gone. His gray eyes were thoughtful. Noctis ordered Laus to leave them.

"Myles," Noct asked quietly when Laus was out of hearing, Myles said 'hm?' in response not tearing his gaze from the people, "What's going on?"

He turned to the prince probing his face. Noctis suppressed an urge to groan, he hated how his gray eyes were sometimes on him. It was as if his eyes could see into someone's soul with just one glance, know their problems and fears. The familiar gleam in his eyes came; a look of perceptive that made a smile on Myle's face grow and a slight frown form upon Noct's.

"And why may her behavior be of such concern to you?" he asked tapping his pipe against his bottom lip.

He knows something, Noct thought irked, "Because she's my friend."

He nodded as if he had just asked a yes or no question. Noct's eyes narrowed slightly. "If you know then just tell me."

"Is that an order, Noctis?"

His lip curled at the advisor's statement. Myles knew that he had a dislike to force people into doing things as a prince. Especially he didn't want to do it to his favorite advisor and teacher. But then, Myles knew something he didn't and made not attempt to hide it. His smug grin with gleaming gray eyes that said I know something you don't!

"If I must," Noct replied, Myles didn't look surprised at all much to his perhaps dismay. Instead his grin grew.

"I wonder," he murmured, "why don't you go ask her instead of going through all the trouble to get an answer from me?"

"She may not answer."

Myles nodded lightly, "True." He mused. The sparkle returned to his eyes, "But do you ask all these questions because you care for her?"
Noctis raised a dark eyebrow bewildered. Care for her? Myles smoked his pipe not disturbing Nocti's thoughts. He did care for her because she was a friend who sacrificed her own time and being for Tenebrae…just like him. Plus she promised to be there when he wanted to talk about his past that he often tried to avoid but something about her made it hard to.

"Elia's done a lot for me." He said finally very softly, "She has done more then she had to for me."

A few ashes from Myle's pipe fell to the ground. The kind advisor's face was open with worry. Then after a moment of silence, Myles said, "Noct," his voice gently, "She is merely worried for the war. Not death of course but concerned if this should end…badly."

He stared at the advisor, stared at his gray eyes that hadn't lost its spark, "There's more isn't there?"

Myles smiled, "You know, Noct, you have to find out for yourself. A friend isn't afraid to ask if something concerns him." He rubbed his smooth black wood pipe, his eyes seemed to dim letting out a deep sigh. Then he said, quietly and slowly, "Elia…she—"

"Oh Nocty!"

The words broke off whatever Myles was about to say making Noct flare with anger. Even though he knew who had just spoken. His azure eyes turned to Sera, accompanied by two guards, dressed in clothes of rich silver that shimmered in the sunshine. Her eyes peered through her dark lashes scanning the crowed. Looking for Elia, he figured.

He glared at his fiancée as she approached closer to them, "I'm glad I caught up with you." She said clearly oblivious to her future husband's anger, "I was going to ask if I could help out with you and your advisors."

Help? He doubted that with every bone in his body! If she was going to help, she would have arrived sooner and wouldn't have been dressed in fine silks, obviously not meant for helping the poor people. He suppressed a sigh.

Noct turned to glance at Myles who stood quietly aside, his face solemn. And it was because of Sera, he didn't get a chance to hear what Myles was about to say.

"So as you were saying...?" Noct asked with a small hope of him finishing his sentence.

The kind advisor's eyes were tender, "Just go ask yourself Noct…if you really care."

Noct nodded, out of habit, as the old man excused himself to quickly hurry away. Even though Sera had their arms hooked as they began to stroll, his mind was too wrapped up (practically ignoring Sera's conversation) on what Myles had said: if you really care.

Chapter Two and One! Complete! Noctis's POV (Point of View) See, I told you that his POV's would get longer (well, some anyways, not all)

So I'm just typing away lost in my own little world. Feels great to be so oblivious to the world! I laugh at my enjoyment!

Yeah, I'm understanding that I post more chapters then some authors can read so I apoligize.

Should I take my time and go slower?

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~Animangame02freak

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