A Final Fantasy for Fans and First-Timers… A night sky… An illustration of a sleeping woman…

Prompto vividly remembered the first time he had met King Regis, a year ago. Cheerfully singing a kiddy song about chocobos, Prompto had stepped out of his shower, clad only in a towel, only to see the reigning monarch regally sitting on the living room's clumpy sofa while his Shield stood stoically.

Noctis later said that it was Clarus' annoyed-slash-exasperated face; it was an unplanned trip, after all.

Nevertheless, Prompto would forever be mortified that the King went out of his way to kindly-but-obviously-probing-to-see-if-you're-a-good-friend question a random half-naked refugee-Nif.

Truth be told, King Regis hadn't been trying to be scary… even though he totally was scary. He was, well, kind. But having played the game and witnessing the long cutscene — movie, really — of Insomnia's fall, Prompto was unsure whether or not he should risk jumping out of Noct's balcony when the scene of Glaucrautos stabbing the king swung around. Surely, a thousand-foot drop is a swifter death than getting Armiger-ed? He knew he did his duty as a Lucian citizen, but still, Prompto is a Nif and Nifs invaded, uh, would invade — confusing timey-wimey! — Insomnia, and angry people weren't the best in thinking clearly.

If the angry royals add magic to the mix though… yeah, Prompto would definitely shoot the terrifying but brilliant lightshow then promptly swan-dive out the balcony. En route to the ground, he'd send Noct the pic with the caption, It was nice while it lasted and hoped that his bro would give him a good funeral.

Beside him, Ignis narrowed his eyes at the screen. "That looks like a classical painting of Etro. Who would dare place it on a game?"

Affronted out of his escape-planning, Prompto swivelled. "What do you mean by that? Video games is a form of art!"

"That's not what I mean," Ignis placed down the knife he was gripping. "While my appreciation for games are a modicum of your and Noct's enthusiasm, I nonetheless understand the hard work and dedication poured into them. Akin to a city project, most likely, research is integral to develop a concept and thoroughly execute it." He gestured to the Main Menu of FFXV. "Considering Etro is featured and most likely central to the theme, I would hazard a guess that the Six are also involved. And their anger is legendary; artisans are said to risk their wrath like no other."

"You're saying that we risk divine retribution if the Astrals look janky?" Noctis paused from his fries, furrowing his brows. "Shouldn't that be the dev's fault?"

"Normally, yes, but video games are more interactive than the usual art." Ignis' flat gaze was sharper than his knife. "Who's to say that people will not use this to manipulate the camera and, pardon me, zoom upon Shiva's bountiful assets?"

"Don't lewd the hot goddess, got it," Gladio munched on his sandwich.

"But aren't they sleeping?" Prompto couldn't help but ask. "Would they really — o-ow!"

"Don't lewd the hot goddess," Gladio repeated in his sandwich, letting go of Prompto's ear.

Prompto rubbed his ear, surveying the room. Noct was attacking the food since he hadn't eaten earlier. Ignis was serving the food, stiff with tension. Gladio was alternating between glaring at the TV and his sandwich. Lord Amicitia was pacing as he talked on his phone. King Regis stared at the Final Fantasy XV case, knuckles white on his cane.

All things considered, everyone was taking it well. Outrage, denial, disbelief — the stuff Prompto and Noctis had experienced earlier. And no one was blaming him yet so…

Maybe he wouldn't need to jump off the balcony then.

~ Finally changed the title. Only used a direct Google translator though, so it's probably a rough Latin. Go look for the English translation! :D