Y/N was in the bathroom doing her make-up when a knock at her door surprised her. She had woken in time to get ready and meet everyone for breakfast, but still decided against it. Bernard had stopped by her room to see if she needed escorted to the dining hall and she turned him away. It made her feel a little bad. He wasn't permitted in the dining hall with the King and Prince without her present so he would have to either wait to go eat breakfast after they were done or order in. She would just order something be brought to her room, the same way she did for lunch and dinner yesterday. She didn't even want to leave her room but still decided to make herself up for anyone who may stop by. Speaking of…who was at her door now?

At least she had both eyes done and was just putting the finishing touches on her face. Otherwise she wouldn't even answer the door. It would look really odd only having eyeshadow on one eye. She opened it to see what she assumed was a kitchen staff worker standing next to a rolling cart with a large metal dome lid over it.

"Good morning Miss!" the worker bowed. "I have a breakfast delivery for you!"

"Um, I didn't order breakfast yet…" she responded, confused.

"You are Princess Y/N, correct?"

"Yes…"

"Then yes, this delivery is for you. I believe it was placed on your behalf. Would you like me to return it to the kitchen?"

"Um, no…no that's fine. Bring it in," she stepped aside for them to wheel the cart in.

"Here you are. Just phone the kitchen when you are ready to have us retrieve the cart. Enjoy your meal, Miss!" the kitchen staff member bowed once again and left her room.

She closed the door behind him and made her way over to the cart. Who the hell sent her breakfast? Did they assume from yesterday she would never be joining them? She had yet to make up her mind if she ever would in the future. A white envelope was leaned up against the metal dome covering the plate. She took it and opened it reading the letter inside.

Princess Y/N,

I missed seeing you at breakfast this morning. I hope you are feeling well and not under the weather. I understand your possible reluctance to join the King and Prince, but I assure you that your presence would be welcomed and enjoyed! I hope you don't mind I took the liberty of sending you breakfast this morning. I still don't know your favorite tastes, although I wish nothing more than to learn of them. So I sent you a wide variety and you can tell me your favorites. I, myself, love the waffles and bananas. I also realized I never gave you my cell number if you should ever need to get ahold of someone for any reason. If you wish to meet or simply need assistance, please do not hesitate to get ahold of me. I hope to see you soon. Your beauty is missed.

Ignis Sciencia

98-5623-974

Your beauty is missed? The guy barely saw her, what kind of line is that? Y/N wasn't sure if it was sweet or corny sounding. Well, now she didn't have to order breakfast. Provided there was something she would eat under the metal covering. She slowly lifted the dome to see what they sent her. It was large enough to cover almost the entire top of the cart so she knew there was either a large plate or multiple plates under it.

She was almost taken back by all the food delivered to her. There was a plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Another plate held three pieces of French toast sprinkled in powdered sugar. A third plate held a large waffle. And a smaller plate off to the side held a few pieces of buttered toast. Several small bowls on the cart held various toppings such as dollops of butter, peanut butter, jelly, and about four different fruits. A large pouring vase held syrup. And at the top of the cart were glasses of orange juice, milk, and a mug of coffee with packets of cream and sugar beside it.

Damn. This guy really did go all out trying to figure out what she liked. He could have just asked. Or asked the staff what she ordered yesterday. Although, she only ordered a small bowl of oatmeal. Speaking of which, that seemed to be the only missing aside from cereal.

She decided to bypass the first plate. She liked her eggs cooked differently and wasn't a fan of bacon or hash browns. Potatoes were too starchy for a morning meal. And bacon was hardly meat, it was all fat. The French toast looked appetizing. She used to eat that for breakfast every Saturday and Sunday morning back home since she was a kid. Her and her father loved weekend breakfast together. She never had waffles often. Her mother was so against foods of other nations and waffles were a Tennabrae staple.

Her mother wanted to keep Altissia as "pure" as possible. That included the food, clothing, people, and especially the royal bloodline. Which surprised her when she found out about the marriage arrangement. The fact that she would be living in another nation sounded preposterous. And marrying someone of another nation, especially her being a royal, was downright blasphemy. She understood a bit more now meeting Ignis. He was, no doubt, full blooded Accordo, with roots in Altissia. Probably the reason her mother agreed. There was always the voice in her head, though, that told her her mother didn't truly care as much about her as she did her brother. That even if it was some punk Niff who wanted to marry her or a baker off the streets of Lucis, she would still be sent off.

She decided to just eat the fruit and French toast. The rest she left on the cart. She was about to toss the note he wrote her into the bedside drawer with the one from yesterday morning that arrived with the flowers, but paused. She remembered he had left his cell number on it. She honestly didn't care to have it but thought maybe it would be good to have just in case she ever needed help. If anyone were to help her out it probably would be him. He was starting to come off as the lost puppy type. She quickly programed it in her phone before tossing the letter in the drawer.

Before she could pick out her dress for the day and properly finish getting ready, another knock sounded on her door. Who the hell could this be? She opened the door almost angrily, tired of being bothered so early in the morning. It was another worker of the citadel, based on the attire they were wearing.

"Yes?" she barked out, harsher than she meant to.

"Princess Y/N?" they asked.

"Yes…what do you need?"

"I have a delivery for you, Miss," the person bowed, handing out the letter for her to take. "A direct message from the King. He requests that you read it as soon as possible as it is time sensitive."

"Oh…okay. Thank you," she said, taking the letter.

The delivery man bowed again and took his leave. She stood stunned a moment before shutting the door. What could the King want? She hastily opened the letter, a small knot forming in her stomach.

Princess Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you well. We have missed seeing you at meal times. I want to let you know you are always welcome to dine with us. Ignis or the kitchen staff could let you know the sitting hours. I am writing to formally request your presence at the Marital Contract and Transfer of Citizenship signing. We will sit before the Royal Court and Council and be presented with the exact terms and conditions of your marriage and transfer of citizenship. You will be required to sign the contract with Bernard and Ignis as your witnesses. Your mother has already signed the pre-agreement paperwork. Failure to attend could result in your arrest and heavy penalties. We look forward to when we next see you and hope you are adjusting well to your new home.

Best Regards,

His Royal Majesty King Regis Lucis Caelum

Y/N's stomach fell to her feet. This was it. The official stripping of her title. The stripping of her citizenship. The binding of her to a stranger. This was more monumental and soul crushing than her wedding. There was no turning back after this. Accordo law prohibits people from denouncing their citizenship and renouncing it later on. She would never be considered a citizen of her home again.

She felt her French toast rising up in her throat, threatening to spill from her mouth. She dropped the letter and quickly ran to the bathroom. She threw herself on the floor in front of the toilet, raised its lid, and emptied her stomach. It didn't take long before there was nothing left to come up and bile replaced food not even digested yet. Sitting back on her heels to try and catch her breath, she started sobbing and let out a scream. She can't remember ever feeling this angry and sad at the same time.

This place was her hell.

"Sup Iggy!" Gladio greeted his friend in the elevator.

"Good morning Gladio," Ignis greeted back. The two were headed to the same place, no doubt. But where was their Prince? "Where is Noctis?"

"On my way to get him. Stupid brat is taking his good ole time this morning getting ready. He apparently is having issues with his outfit or whatever."

Ignis couldn't help but sigh and roll his eyes. He specifically told Noctis not to move the pins he placed in precisely the right places on his jacket. The uniform worn by the prince was far from being as complicated and intricate looking as the King's. It was simply a pinstripe looking suit. However, he had specific pins and buttons showing his status on the upper left side of the suit jacket.

"I will go with you. Seems I once again need to remind him to stop taking his pins off and playing with them."

"You been to his place lately?"

"Yes. Every day. Why do you ask?" Ignis asked confused. He was always at Noct's place. What would be any different?

"Figured with Luna there you wouldn't be as much."

"I am still his advisor and meet with him daily."

"You just meeting with him to go over reports, or you still cooking and cleaning for the little brat?"

Ignis glanced sideways at his friend, not amused with his choice of wording or his assumption that Ignis was his babysitter, as he put it many times before.

"That's what I thought," Gladio said, shaking his head. "Shouldn't you be busy with your own woman? Noct has been going out with Luna all week. It's a little odd not going as his friend and playing along with him. This body guard stuff feels a bit like a third wheel at times."

Gladio was required to accompany Noctis every time he left the Citadel, as well as to certain events within the Citadel walls such as meals and work in the throne room where assassins would know to look for him. Inside his own sleeping quarters, he was not needed. Gladio noticed Ignis with them often but assumed he was elsewhere when Noct was just at his own place. It seems that would be a hard habit for his friend to break.

"She's been keeping to herself lately. I'm trying to give her some space," Ignis responded. Y/N had been there a little over a week and it seemed she had yet to leave her room.

"Maybe she's hoping you will invite her out or something. You gotta take the initiative, Iggy!"

"I have given her my cell and sent her multiple letters. I send meals to her room from time to time but haven't heard back from her."

"You cooking for her?"

"No, I haven't cooked anything yet. Just various meals from the kitchen. It's hard when I don't know what she likes. I kind of just come to my own conclusions based on what she sends back."

"Sooo you're sending her just a bunch of random plates of meals and seeing what she sends back?"

"You have a better idea Gladiolus?" Ignis sighed.

"Yes, I do!" Gladio stated, like it was super obvious. "Just fucking ask her what she likes!"

"I can't seem to get her to talk to me. She hasn't used my cell number or given me hers in return. And she doesn't answer her door lately. She's barely eaten either. Half the time the entire cart is sent back untouched. I ask if she ordered anything different and she hasn't. And she hasn't left the Citadel to order out. I'm worried for her health."

"Probably smuggled a bunch of snacks in her suitcases or is eating with the Bernadad…whatever guy she brought with her. I doubt you have to worry about her."

"She hasn't left her sleeping quarters, Gladio. And I know she is terribly upset from what Luna has told me about their conversations on the way over here. I worry she's stressing herself sick."

"So go see her!" Gladio exclaimed.

"Have you not listened to what I said? She won't answer the door for anyone! I don't have her number. And I'm trying not to smother her. She needs to adjust. To come to terms with her new life. Pushing myself on her can do more harm than good. I'm keeping my distance for now, even if it's killing me to do so."

"Whatever man. She seems a bit too complicated for my tastes."

"Then it's a good thing I didn't turn her down and over to you then!" Ignis bit out angrily.

"Whoa, buddy! Don't get mad! I'm just trying to figure things out with you," Gladio held up his hands in defense.

"Apologies. This is all just…so different than I'm used to or what I even predicted it to be."

"Girls are complicated, man! They are a hell of a puzzle to figure out!" Gladio told his friend as they exited the elevator and approached Noct's door. They knocked and waited for him to answer.

"Since when do you knock, Specs?" Noctis asked upon seeing who was at his door.

"Since you got a lady friend you might be bangin in here!" Gladio answered as he pushed his way in.

"Shut up Gladio!" Noct rolled his eyes.

"I hear you have once again messed up your pins," Ignis scolded as he entered as well.

"It wasn't me this time! It was Prompto, I swear!"

"Prompto has no business messing with your royal insignia pins! Or touching your Royal Raiment for that matter. There are some things he is not to be messing with, best friend or not."

"Geez Specs! I get it. Calm down," Noct said looking at Gladio with a cocked eyebrow.

"Women trouble," Gladio shrugged.

"She still being a bitch?" Noct asked Ignis, wondering what sort of trouble she was giving him.

"Do not refer to her as such!" Ignis argued. "She is merely still adjusting to having her life ripped out from under her. I'm not having trouble with her, I am simply wishing I could help her in some way. She doesn't seem to want to communicate with anyone at this time and I am simply giving her personal space."

"Damn. I'm glad Luna ain't like that!"

"Well, you have known Luna most of your life. This is a much easier transition for her."

Luna already had her contract signing two days prior. Each woman was given her own personal day for their contract signing, as each was slightly different than the other. Luna's of course had different clauses and conditions than Y/N's. They were marrying two different people of different standings both from different nations for slightly different reasons. Luna's signing seemed to go off without any issue. She smiled, sitting beside her fiancé and Gladio. Her brother had already signed her pre-agreement and consent to the conditions.

"You think she's gonna fight it or cause trouble?" Gladio asked out loud.

"I think if she were to fight it, she would have never came. She wasn't given much of a choice and doesn't have a say, really. She will probably be a bit upset, however." Ignis replied. He was hoping the day would go off without a hitch and everything would go smoothly. Something in the pit of his stomach told him that wouldn't be the case though. "There. All done. Don't remove these again!" Ignis told Noct, handing him his jacket.

"Yeah yeah! I told you it wasn't me this time!"

"It's your jacket, your responsibility! Don't let anyone else touch it!"

"Okay okay! We need to go, though! My dad will have my head if I'm late."

The three of them made their way to the Royal Council official meeting room. Along the back wall were three levels of seating with long desks stretched in front of each seat. Each council member was in their royal robes and seated at their particular seat. The majority of them were old as dirt, as Noctis would say. On their last leg of life. They held very old values and beliefs and weren't very open to new ideas. They also tended to loath Regis' lax view on things and easy going personality. The King still had final say and made all decisions. The council mostly spoke on behalf of the people of the surrounding towns and cities of Lucis as representation. Luna and Y/N would sit among them soon as representatives of their birth nations. It would be great to longer have to send message to Accordo and Niflheim and wait for response. They would have inside information right at their fingertips.

King Regis was seated in a large throne in the middle of everyone on the floor, the council members raised behind him on their three separate levels. Clarus was standing beside the throne. A table was set up in the middle of the room with the seating on one side facing the council. This is where Bernard, Y/N, and Ignis would be seated. Noctis had a smaller seat to his father's right and Gladio would stand beside him.

"Notcis! Glad you could join us!" Regis proclaimed as they entered the room. Noct knew it was a poke at his timing. He was supposed to have been there ten minutes ago.

"I had an issue. But I still made it on time!" he argued with his father.

"On time according to who?" Clarus joked.

Noct just rolled his eyes and took his seat. Ignis stood behind his own chair, not wanting to sit until Y/N came in and sat down. A sound at the door made him turn but it was only Cor. He would be the go between of the two parties. He glanced up at the council members and saw them looking at their watches and taking impatient sips of water from their glasses. Ignis hoped Y/N wouldn't try and pull some sort of stunt to get out of this. She would be arrested on charges of treason, sabotage, and possible criminal charges labeled as infiltration of the Citadel. All punishable by death or life imprisonment if given full sentencing. He would hate for any of that to happen to her because she was upset with her mother for the agreement. She still had a few minutes to show up, but he was still getting nervous as time ticked on.

Finally, the doors opened and a staff member escorted Y/N and Bernard into the room before taking her leave.

"We apologize if we are tardy," Bernard bowed before walking to his seat. "We were unsure of exactly where to go and found someone to help us."

Ignis blanched at his statement. He was so stupid! Of course she wouldn't know how to get there! He should have escorted them himself! He came with Noctis instead, though. If it weren't for needing to fix his jacket, he would have had time to retrieve the two of them.

Y/N slightly curtsied before moving to her chair. Ignis bowed to her as she approached and pulled it out for her to sit in.

"It's good to see you," he quietly said to her.

She looked at his face, but only briefly before sitting down. She looked magnificent today. Ignis couldn't help but stare at her the whole time he moved to sit in his own seat. She was wearing another elaborate white lace gown, this time with light pink accents instead of purple. Her red hair was perfectly curled and long down her back; a few pieces on each side pulled back and tied with a ribbon behind her head. Diamond studded teardrop earing hung from her ears with a matching necklace laid delicately on her chest. She seemed to be looking at the floor in front of the King and not really mentally present. He hoped she would be okay throughout the signing. He finally turned his attention back in front of him when Regis started talking.

"You look wonderful, Princess Y/N. Thank you both for joining us. This is a very important and monumental moment for you, Princess. I know it isn't easy doing what you are doing. But Lucis welcomes you with open arms and thanks you for your dedication to the cause of world peace and stabilization and unity."

Ignis heard a small snort of air come from Y/N. Regis was, of course, sugar coating a lot of what this contract stood for. It was his job to make it sound perfect and wonderful. But Ignis knew Y/N saw it as the exact opposite. He only hoped she wouldn't for long. That she could open herself up to the wonderful things Lucis had to offer.

"We don't wish to drag this out any, so we will get right to it!" Regis motioned for Cor to bring her the first part of the contract.

Ignis watched her slowly grab the papers placed in front of her and read over them as Regis read them aloud. She could barely hear him over the thoughts racing through her head.

"You will denounce yourself a citizen of Accordo and Altissia, respectfully," the King started, before continuously speaking, only certain phrases sticking out to Y/N.

"-no longer a royal member of the court of Altissia-"

"-devote citizen of the nation of Lucis, residing exclusively in Insomnia-"

"-stripped of the title of Princess, denouncing your birthright to the Altissian throne-"

"-still able to use the prefix Princess as homage to your bloodline and past but holding no power amongst the royal court of Lucis and holding no power within the title-"

A new set of papers were placed in front of her by Cor.

"-swear yourself to his Majesty King Regis Lucis Caelum-"

"honor the kings of Lucis before him-"

"-train yourself to protect not only yourself, but the other members of the royal family-"

"-no longer reside at the Citadel unless Ignis Sciencia requests or is required to reside here-"

"-swear yourself also to His Highness Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum-"

"-sit amongst the Royal Council as representative of the Accordo nation-"

Ignis watched her eyes get glassy as another set of papers were placed in front of her. She no longer was looking through them as they were brought to her table.

"-must wear the Lucis Nation symbol and colors when attending formal affairs-"

"-obtain royal colors to be adorned accordingly-"

"-never to attend events in Altissian Royal dressing seen as a snub to your new home nation-"

"-not to discuss affairs mentioned in Royal Council meetings-"

"-not to discuss life inside the Citadel walls or the lives of the Royal Family-"

"-no photos of the Citadel, inside or out, or the Royal family to be taken or shared-"

"-contact with surrounding nations limited and subject to monitoring or recording-"

Ignis watched her hands shake and form tight fists as the last set of paperwork was placed before her. He had read through all of this already so he knew what was being said, but even he was started to zone out and not hear the King talking clearly. Muted bits and pieces hit his ears every so often as he watched a look of anguish slowly overtake Y/N features.

"-swear yourself a devoted spouse to one Ignis Sciencia-"

"-swear yourself to the Royal Family as the spouse of the Royal Advisor to the Prince-"

"-swear not to engage in adultery, domestic violence, and carry yourself respectfully-"

"-honor, love, and care for your spouse-"

"-refrain from sexual provocativeness-"

"-support your spouse in his royal duties and dedication to the Royal Family-"

"-perform your duties as wife to Ignis Sciencia in the home-"

After a few more paragraphs worth of clauses, the King looked up from the copy of the contracts he was reading from.

"You are no longer able to hold Royal Court in neither Accordo or Lucis. The death of your final bloodline kin will leave room for debate about your return to the Accordo throne, but is not promised and immediately denied if suspicious circumstances surround their demises. Any and all refusal of your duties and responsibilities are seen as treason to the King. Acting in defiance is another count of treason to the King. Your punishments will be held against you to the fullest degree. Refusal to sign this contract will result in your arrest on counts of treason and infiltration. Refusal to follow the rules placed before you after signing the contract will result in the same." Regis paused a moment and smiled at her. "We do not wish to scare you into signing or push you. The choice is still yours to make. If you have any questions or comments the floor is yours to speak before signing."

Ignis glanced over at her and his face fell at the tears streaking down her face. She snorted a puff of air loudly out of her mouth before speaking with utter disdain lacing her every word.

"Not trying got push me? The choice is mine?" she asked sarcastically. "You threaten jail and death sentences and have the audacity to say I have a CHOICE?!"

Ignis flinched at her shout and felt his breathing speed up a bit. His heart hurt at the utter pain written all over her face. Ignis' own face was dropping into a look of anguish at seeing her suffering.

"To tear me from my family and nation I was raised to worship and glorify and tell me it means NOTHING to me anymore. To throw me to my knees in front of a King I have never met or spoken to before my arrival. To force me to swear my life to a man I have never been acquainted with and make me sign contracts swearing my devotion and love to him as if I have any love at all to give to anyone. How do you expect me to love and adore anyone when I am surrounded by people who ripped me from my life and family and cut me down from the pillars I once stood proudly upon? All for the sake of peace amongst nations. As if I could ever love this nation or feel any sort of peace toward it after what you have done to me. For the sake of my nation's future ruling under the foot of powerful masculine presence simply to appease the people being led blindly by the other men of power in this world. You are monsters! You are not saving anyone! I have lost EVERYTHING in my life because of YOU! I don't know what sweet words you used to so sway my mother into abandoning me, but may they forever haunt your nightmares and may my voice of anguish forever echo in your dreams each night as you lie in this bed you have made! There will never be peace so long as I am a prisoner to your dark nation!"

Ignis felt his own breath catching in his throat as she screamed her pain for the room to hear. He knew she was upset, but he had no idea how deep her pain cut. She was utterly broken and he was simply sitting back the last week leaving her to her despair alone in her room. He could barely forgive himself for ever agreeing to this arrangement that wounded her so horribly.

Y/N snatched the pen off the table in front of her and violently scribbled her signature on the line she was required to sign, almost ripping the paper in the process. She slammed the pen onto the table and quickly rose from her seat and ran out of the room, holding her skirt up so she didn't trip. Ignis' breath sped up as he watched her leave. He glanced back at the council and King as murmurs and gasps were heard coming from everyone's mouths. Regis seemed to be unfazed as Noct and Gladio's eyes seemed to bulge from their sockets. King Regis held his hand up to quiet the room.

"Her outburst is a freeing of the emotions she has been bottling up since her arrival. She is young and hurt. We will give her time to settle her heart," he stated to the crowd. He knew they all took her shouting as a direct slap in the face and blatant insubordination. But he knew better. He refused to punish her for her emotions.

Ignis quickly grabbed the pen and scribbled his own signature on the witness line below hers and took off out the door after her. He heard a familiar voice shout his name behind him, but he didn't turn to see who it was. There was only one person on his mind right now.

His mind was spinning so wildly, he wasn't sure where to look at first. He decided to go in the direction she most likely came from to get here. She would probably be trying to return to her room to once again isolate herself. He ran down the corridors confusing the workers as he sped by. Ignis Sciencia would never be caught running in the halls like a wild animal. Right now he paid them no attention. He made his way down long halls and a few sets of stairs. As he turned another corner, he spotted her leaning over a trash can against the wall, her body convulsing in what he assumed was heaves from vomiting.

"Y/N!" he shouted her name, trying to get her attention as he continued to run to her.

"NO!" she shouted, straightening back up and continuing to run down the hall.

"Y/N please! Stop!"

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Ignis wondered how she ran so quickly and efficiently in the heels she was wearing. He was barely gaining on her and they would be at her door soon.

"PLEASE! Y/N please!" he begged her.

She made it to her room and quickly unlocked the door and slammed it shut right as he appeared at the threshold. He wasn't quick enough to catch the door before it latched, but he wasn't giving up. He knocked on her door, speaking to her through the thick wood.

"Y/N! I wish to help you! Please let me in!"

"GO AWAY! I hate you! I hate everyone here!"

"Let me help you, please! You're breaking my heart! I hate seeing you this upset!"

"Your heart?! My fucking SOUL is shattered! I want to fucking die! I hate it here! I want to leave and just die!" Y/N sobbed from her place against the door on the floor of her room.

Ignis started to panic a bit, worried she might do something rash. Without thinking it through, he blurted out the first idea that came to his head.

"I can take you away from here!" Ignis yelled through the door.

Sudden silence was heard from the other side as Y/N seemed to stop sobbing uncontrollably.

"What?" he heard her say more quietly through the hiccups still wracking her body.

"We can leave the inner city! I can take you out of these walls!"

"How?" she pleaded, wondering if there was any truth to his words.

"I have a car! We can go to the outskirts of the city. Away from everyone! Please, let me help you! I will take you out of here!" Ignis continued to plead.

The door suddenly opened. Ignis had a death grip on the threshold while he pounded on the wooden door that still held tight. He was out of breath and looked at her tear streaked face. Her eyes were red and her make-up was starting to run. But he wanted nothing more than to quiet her sobs and calm her heart.

"Do you promise?" she asked, hiccuping and wiping her face violently.

"I promise! No one will follow us! We can leave now."

"I ca-…I can't-I can't breathe!" Y/N cried, her breath stopping and catching in her throat as her knees buckled and she fell back to the floor. Her fist was gripping her chest.

"You're having a panic attack," Ignis gently informed her, grabbing her wrists in his hands. "Try to breathe with me." Ignis tried taking deep breaths for her to follow, but every time she attempted to breathe, she started hyperventilating again. "You're safe with me. I'm going to take you away from here and I promise you will be safe! Nobody here will know! Can you come with me?"

Y/N lightly nodded her head up and down. Ignis gently pulled her to her feet with a little bit of difficulty. He wrapped an arm around her and walked her to the elevator. Sobs were still wracking her body and he could feel her shaking. Whether in anger, fear, or sadness he wasn't sure. But he hated either reason for it. They got a bunch of odd stares and gasps as they made their way through the lower levels of the Citadel. Luckily not many people were usually in the lower parking deck halls at this hour.

Ignis dug out his keys from his pocket and unlocked his car. He gently placed her in the passenger seat before rounding the car to his own door. Y/N continued to sob loudly in the seat beside him as he started the car and pulled out of his parking spot. He sped off out of the parking deck faster than he would normally approve of. Her sobs almost seemed to get louder and heart wrenching for a moment.

"Don't worry. We're on our way. I'll get you out of here. I promise!" Ignis assured her calmly as they stopped momentarily for the Citadel gate to open and let them out. Once on the road, he made his way to the highway as quickly as the speed limit would allow him and took off toward the outer city limits. He would help her. He would make this alright. His heart was shattering with every sob she wailed out, but he would find a way to help her.

It only took two minutes from the time he got in his car for his phone to ding with a text message. He glanced at the message on his screen from Gladio.

Gladio: WHERE ARE YOU TWO GOING ?!

As much as he was against texting and driving, he typed out a quick response before pocketing his phone.

Ignis: We will be back.