The first time the Crown Prince goes missing, the entire Citadel is torn apart. Rushing Kingsglaive, panicking staff, a Shield who is barely able to hold the King from falling to pieces. It's only a few weeks since the loss of the Queen and Noctis…
Noctis is missing.
Vanished without a trace.
They ignore the little boy with the glasses. If they had noticed him, they would have seen the petulant frown as he takes off his glasses, rubbing them on the corner of his jacket. He walks with determination through the Citadel, down the stairs and through the throngs of adults.
He finds his way to the KIng's personal parking garage and to the black car Noct always calls the "Wegawia."
And there he is, curled up like a cat on the black leather with his tear-stained cheeks stuck to the leather, a soft song playing from the radio like a lullaby.
Ignis knows that the adults are worried, but Noct looks…
Instead of getting an adult like he knows he should, Ignis crawls in next to Noct and closes the door.
Cor finds them sleeping an hour later. He snaps a picture, sending it to the King,
Regis keeps it.
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