The King stands tall, firm, and for a moment, Noctis feels as if they don't know one another, as if he's just a mere steward in his King's court. "The decision is final. You will wed Lady Lunafreya." All the air comes out of his lungs, and for a moment, he's drowning. Drowning would be a relief. "Yes, your Majesty." Noctis/OC Bahamut/Leviathan Noctis/Lunafreya