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Once upon a time, there was a prince with a broken heart.

He had been lonely all his life – but for a time, a boy as bright as the sun had dawned in his sky, filling his nights with laughter and his days with anticipation. Now that boy was gone, and the prince fell into black despair.

His Shield told him that he was a lovelorn fool, and to snap out of it already.

His advisor suggested, diplomatically, that he might be able to discover the boy's address.

His father frowned and fussed as he had not done since the prince was very small.

But the prince ignored them all and closeted himself in his chambers. He often slept an inordinate amount, but in his grief he slept yet more.

It was there, in the land of dreams, that he found a small, white creature he had not seen for quite some time. Carbuncle, his treasured childhood friend, had doubtless come to comfort him.

Carbuncle pressed against his legs, and hopped upon his shoulder. But when it squeaked at him, the text that appeared above its head was not a consolation at all.

"Hurry, Noct," it said. "You've got to go find him."

And there into the dreamscape, usually so pleasant and mild, crept flashes of pain, and the suffocating grip of steel, and a gnawing, desperate hunger.

"Where is he?" Noct demanded.

Above Carbuncle, the lettering flickered into sight, solid and true as the title of a storybook: "I can't help you, this time," read the words. "There's stronger magic than mine."

===

Noct came to Ignis' chambers in the dead of night, hair rumpled from sleep, clad in his black silk pajamas. He knocked twice and then waited – knocked again, more urgently, and Ignis opened the door, still in the process of sliding his glasses onto his nose.

"Get me his address," said Noct, and Ignis knew, without asking, that it would not keep until morning.

He pulled the immigration records from Niflheim for the past ten years, and he pored over them in his study, a strong cup of coffee in one hand. When dawn came, he had determined that no boy named Prompto had come to settle in Lucis during that time.

It raised questions, to be sure: why the boy's papers weren't in order, and why he had bothered to circumvent immigration law when the requirements were no more complicated than a valid form of ID and a single three-page form. But that could wait for another time.

For now, they would need another means of searching.

Ignis availed himself of a map. On it, he marked what few details his prince had provided: an area near the outskirts of Lucis, by the border of Niflheim, where the countryside grew green. After a moment's thought, he looked up the residence of Chancellor Izunia, as well, and noted it with a small, black dot.

Then Ignis drained the last of his coffee, folded his map, and went to see Noct.

Oh man, oh man. How are they gonna find him? I'm sure they could issue a search warrant, but that'd be a diplomatic nightmare if it turned out Prompto wasn't there.

Also: "There's stronger magic than mine." Ohhhhh shit, did Ardyn finally catch on to what was happening? DID PROMPTO GET CAUGHT AFTER COMING BACK FROM THAT FINAL TIME??? Ahhhhh!!!!

Heh, I don't want to give anything away re: how they get him out of there. :)a

As for the magic... I feel like I can answer that cause I never explicitly address it in-fic. Part of it IS Ardyn's magic, because he does very much find out what's been happening after Prompto comes back from the last ball.

The other (larger?) part is that it's a meta nod to the magic of the story. I've kind of been giving little nods throughout to the magic of tales. The reason Carbuncle can't just out and out tell Noct where Prompto is is because... you guessed it. He's bound by the fairy tale format.

Yes! Ignis' detective skills to the rescue! And soon... Noct and co to the rescue?

On the edge of my seat!

With a little help from Iggy, they will be there soon! :)

===

The prince's entourage arrived at the Izunia estate in mid-afternoon of the following day.

It comprised the crown prince himself, dressed for travel, face grim and somber; the prince's Shield, in full armor, massive blade at the ready; the prince's advisor, clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other; and a half-dozen Lucian soldiers.

When the prince knocked, the Chancellor himself opened the door.

"Why," said Chancellor Izunia. "What a pleasant surprise. Do come in, Your Highness."

"Thank you," said Noct, a little stiffly, and stepped inside.

His advisor came behind him, and his Shield just after. Before any of the soldiers could begin to wonder whether the invitation extended to them, the Chancellor shut the door on them.

"Sit down," said Chancellor Izunia, gesturing to his parlor. "I'd offer you refreshments, but I'm afraid there's nothing freshly baked. I've had the most nightmarish trouble with the help lately."

Noct remained standing, formal and stern. "That's fine," he said, curtly. "We're not here for refreshments."

"Oh?" said Chancellor Izunia. "Then to what do I owe this honor?"

The prince opened his mouth to reply, but Ignis beat him to it. "A survey of residents," he said, tone smooth and unassuming. "We'd like to meet with every person in the household and ask a few brief questions."

Noct pinned his advisor with a long look. Then he nodded and glanced away.

"Of course," said the Chancellor, smiling broadly, as though he was in on a grand secret. "I'll just fetch them, shall I?"

And fetch them he did. He introduced the prince's retinue to his associates, the commanders Loqi and Caligo, and they answered a few short questions about how long they had been in Lucis, and what had led them to emigrate.

When they were finished, the Chancellor spread his hands. "That's everyone."

Noct, expression carefully blank, said: "And the help?"

Chancellor Izunia cocked his head, like a bird of prey. "Beg your pardon?"

"The help," said Noct. "You mentioned servants."

"I did, didn't I?" said the Chancellor. "But then, you mentioned people."

The prince's lips thinned into a line. "Explain."

"I'm afraid I only have an MT unit, and it's a rather unreliable one at that. Probably overdue for the scrap heap, truth be told." The Chancellor fished idly in his pocket and pulled out a folded-up square of paperwork. It was the authorization form for a unit designated C1:NDR3LA, and all three of his guests noted that he happened to have it readily on his person.

"I want to see it," said Noct. "Show me the MT."

The Chancellor sighed, the sigh of a man humoring a willful child. "Very well. Though I'm afraid you'll be let down after all this build up. It's not terribly impressive."

And with that he waved them on, toward the back of the house. He unlocked a door at the top of a flight of stairs – flipped on the light switch, and led them down.

At the bottom was a room of metal and concrete. The walls were harsh and unforgiving, pocked with the wear of time; at the far end, a small panel of buttons stood, row after row, like soldiers lined up to go to war. The ceiling was low, claustrophobically close, and a single bare bulb swung from it by a wire. Near the far wall rested the crushed remains of what once had been a very expensive camera.

But none of that seemed important, because there, in the center of the room, stood a steel table set with restraints. Lying upon it was a blond boy of about the prince's age.

He was naked from the waist up, and the sight was ghastly. The boy was desperately thin, collarbone and ribs too prominent in his slender frame. Bruises littered the pale skin, thick black and purple that faded out to the mottled green of older pain. His lip was split, and most of his right arm had been scraped raw. The fingers of his hands, palm up, curled loosely inward – except for the last two, on the left side. Those were bent at odd angles.

"Prompto!" cried the prince, and shoved his way past Chancellor Izunia.

..... Holy shit.

...I almost feel bad for this. Almost. :|a

*clutches chest*
promptoooo

Don't worry, they're not leaving without him. :)

The boy had been dozing – or unconscious – but at the sound of his name, his eyelids fluttered open. "Noct?" he said, voice a rasp.

"Oh, gods," said Noct. He took hold of the Prompto's right hand and squeezed, gently, trying to reassure. "Don't worry," he said. "Don't worry, we're getting you out of here."

"Oh, are you?" said the Chancellor, leaning casually against the wall at the foot of the stairs. He reached for the paper in his pocket again – unfolded it leisurely and pretended to examine it. "Why, this grants me ownership rights of the MT unit you're putting your hands all over. It would be such a pity to provoke a diplomatic incident over something so base as property theft."

Gladio took a step forward, letting the tip of his sword sling down to clang meaningfully against the concrete ground. His message was clear: he'd provoke a diplomatic incident over something a lot more serious than theft, if his prince so much as gave the nod.

"Sorry," Prompto was saying. His voice was mostly gone; the word broke in the middle, a hitch he couldn't control. "I should've told you. I shouldn't – shouldn't've been there at all."

Noct rounded on Chancellor Izunia, face gone murderous with rage. "Open these restraints," he demanded.

"Temper, temper, Your Highness." The Chancellor smiled, slow and even, and lifted the paper in one hand. "Wouldn't it be a shame to start a war? Think of your people."

For the first time, there was a hint of hesitation in the prince's eyes.

Then Ignis swept in, voice absolutely level – absolutely lethal. "Diplomatic incidents have a remarkable history of being forgotten for the sake of social nicety," he said. "It happens all the time. Why, I seem to recall just such an incident, not two months past, when the Chancellor of Niflheim sent his registered military-grade weapon to infiltrate the celebration of a supposed ally. It took quite an exchange of favors to keep that one quiet."

The Chancellor seemed taken aback. His eyes flickered from the prince to his advisor, then back again.

"The restraints," Noct ground out. "And the papers."

Chancellor Izunia looked the prince over, up and down – the clenched-tight fists and the way he trembled with barely suppressed emotion.

"Well played," said the Chancellor, languid and slow. "Well played, the lot of you." He moved to the panel of buttons along the far wall, finger selecting a small green one near the center. "I'll look forward to round two. Shall I?"

The table beneath Prompto gave a faint beep, and he tensed as though with expected pain. Then the restraints snapped open, and Noct said, "Hey, shh, it's okay. We're going. We're going right now."

"You got him?" growled Gladio. "I wanna keep an eye on this joker."

"Indeed," said Ignis. He'd slipped his pen away, and in its place he held a dagger, slightly curved and wickedly sharp.

"I've got him," said the prince. And he slipped his hands beneath Prompto's shoulders and beneath his knees, and he lifted the boy free.

===

Once upon a time, there was a boy whose new family loved him very much.

For most of his life, he'd known precious little by way of love, but now he lived in the Citadel with the prince, who was his best friend; and with the king, who was like the father he'd always wanted; and with the prince's advisor, who baked them tarts most weekends; and with the prince's Shield, whose teasing made the prince's cheeks turn pink when he suggested that perhaps best friends did not generally hold hands in public or kiss behind closed doors.

The boy often sat with the prince in the Citadel's gardens while he fished, and the boy's initials, PLC, topped most of the high score charts in the prince's video games. The prince bought the boy a new camera, and it filled up with photos of his new life.

It was a good life, all told. It was all the boy had ever wanted and more.

And he lived that way, happily, with all the rest of them – although perhaps not quite for ever after.

===

Once upon a time, there was a prince who set out on a road trip across the kingdom of Lucis.

But that, dear reader, is another tale entirely.

===

((Author's Notes: Haha, wow! I did not expect this to get so long - or so dark. Uh, sorry for that OP! But I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you guys had fun reading it!

It's going up on Ao3 in sections, as I get through my final edits, if anyone's interested:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10413954/chapters/22996548

Thanks to anyone who stopped by to read and comment. You guys give me life!))

*sobbing and applauding at the same time*

Thank you... I'm so glad you liked it. <3

OP here. My best friend and I just want to thank you so much for this again!!! This was such a wonderful fill! And we don't mind that it had gotten so long or so dark. That made it so much more intriguing! This was so well done and you've made us both super happy! You are awesome!

Hooray, I'm glad you liked it! I had a lot of fun with this prompt, so thanks for suggesting it. It was a great idea, and I'm glad I got to pick it up. :)

Oooooh, so this was kind of Step 1 in Ardyn's "HEY! Hey, Noctis! FIGHT ME!! (ง︡’-‘︠)ง" plot, eh? What a smarmy asshole. Ugh.

Though I think he was actually impressed by Ignis, haha.

Haha, yeah, this ended up being the first step in his plan... at least in this AU> (Although, imagine how much Noct and Prompto are going to panic when Prompto falls off the train in this 'verse. Poor boys.)

And yes, Ignis genuinely impressed him. He was not expecting that.

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