[ Silence reigns for a few more painful moments as he squeezes his eyes shut, unable to block out Prompto's tortured expression. This secret... Has it been eating at him for this long? For so many years?
His palm braces flat against the rough floor beneath them just so he can ease himself closer, suddenly, knees planting in front of Prompto's with that hand newly hesitating in an extension to his wrist...
before it suddenly deflects to his shoulder, clamping down hard and firm, demanding his attention and focus as he struggles to keep his voice steady. ]
Is that what you were afraid of? That... I wouldn't trust you, or you wouldn't belong with us?
Prompto--
You're Lucian and always have been, no matter where you came from first or how you came to be. What good would I be as a king if I didn't know my own people? I can decide that... and you're one of them.
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His palm braces flat against the rough floor beneath them just so he can ease himself closer, suddenly, knees planting in front of Prompto's with that hand newly hesitating in an extension to his wrist...
before it suddenly deflects to his shoulder, clamping down hard and firm, demanding his attention and focus as he struggles to keep his voice steady. ]
Is that what you were afraid of? That... I wouldn't trust you, or you wouldn't belong with us?
Prompto--
You're Lucian and always have been, no matter where you came from first or how you came to be. What good would I be as a king if I didn't know my own people? I can decide that... and you're one of them.