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Prompto doesn’t know what to think when he gets the opportunity to be with Luna and Noctis and alone. It was never on his plans, not because they would say no (hopefully), but because they are busy people. He knows he can drop by (to the horror of some stuffy councilors) unannounced with no issue, but finding them both at the same time took more than just luck.

(Of course, if you visited at night the probabilities were higher, but he’s not an idiot. Or indecent, no matter what stuffy councilors think)

Or in his case, a proper invitation sent by Pryna herself for tea tomorrow afternoon. She’s waiting for him after he returns from Ignis, mail ready and expecting a treat. It’s not the first time he’s met her in curious circumstances. It was almost commonplace during the Years of Darkness, but it did not stop completely after Ardyn’s defeat. That Pryna now expects a treat in return is entirely his fault though.

He gives it to her while reading the letter. Usually, when he gets invitations through her, they usually show the place they’ll meet in Insomnia. This time it is in the Citadel. The first time ever, especially because he’s heard Luna complain before about copped places and privacy and not wanting to feel trapped in a castle to do what she wants anymore.

Curious.

He still goes, of course, using the secret doors and hallways he knows got get inside. Nobody will think of stopping him at the entrance and wherever he goes, but habits die hard. Also, it was a message sent by Pryna, so really, he thinks a bit of discretion and stealth is appreciated.

There, at the end of the hallway, is Nyx. The war hero doesn’t seem surprised to see him practically appear from nowhere; instead he only raises an eyebrow and motions at his nonexistent clock. He still has a few minutes, thank you. Gladio is not there, which means either Noctis told him to get the day off (unlikely) or he’s warping to the sitting room under his shield’s nose (likely).

He greets Nyx, Luna’s unofficial shield with familiarity (he’s still a fan boy. He can’t believe he’s talking to the war hero on the same you-you level. This is the guy that everyone and their cats know Gladio worships and he just greeted him casually. His life is great) before going inside.

The sitting room is big and spacious and private. It is also near enough to the Royal Chambers and he’s sure they choose that on purpose to have a kick at the council on the next meeting. He remembers vaguely from Ignis rant that someone had insisted on the importance of heirs and that Noctis had succinctly slammed it with the fact that he was conceived five or so years after his father had married.
It would be a skyward scream when they learned they had a private tête-a-tête with him. Someone better record that, he wanted to enjoy every single minute of it. Actually, he could go to the council meeting and enjoy the show from the first row.

There was an idea.

Noctis and Luna were already there. Not in the same sofa, which was weird, but had this thing where they incline their heads on sync and smiled fondly before touching each other’s cheek. It was terribly private and he felt both an intruder, and blessed for being close enough to witness such acts of pure love and bask in the warmth.

There had been a bit of a trouble during the first months after the marriage. He didn’t know how to act around them while maintaining the ‘propriety and decorum demanded by his station and deference for his Royal Couple’. There had been weeks of restraining himself a little, of consciously detaching himself from the instinctual flow of hugging, ruffling hair, and elbowing either Noctis or Lunafreya. There had been nights he couldn’t sleep while thinking about how a certain act could be misconstrued by either Luna or Noct as an attempt to steal their mate. Alpha pairs were supposed to be very possessive of their own. Worse, how would the media react to any of it?

If there was a working branch that always flourished quickly, was the gossip media.

Thankfully, by now everything is fine. Mostly. It seemed that the old good rule of thumb of ‘outside doors public, inside doors private’ was still in effect. That and Luna always teases his friend, her husband, about how she’s stealing him away whenever he sits next to her and not Noctis. For a King, his friend still hasn’t been able to get a decent comeback.

(Prompto would be lying if he said that’s not part of the reason he likes to sit next to Luna)

So it is still good to do what feels natural to him. So he kisses Luna on the cheek as a greeting and half hugs Noctis with a smile. He sits on the nearby ottoman stool though, feeling that if they are not sharing the sofa, neither should he, missing the shared look of concern between his friends.

They start with a small talk while drinking tea (he’s not a fan, he rather wants Ignis’ weird blue shiny shake) and eating pastries (those, he likes). There are some stories shared, Noctis complaining that Umbra was starting to acquire bad habits, Prompto denying having anything to do with them and instead gushing about the new photos he took and the lime-green cactuar he saw. There are also some enquiries about how the repair efforts were going in Altissia and Nova Nilfheim and greetings from Aranea and I will have the report by next week, I promise.

Noctis laughs mildly. He pretty much knows that he’s a mess for filling formats. In his defense, the formats do not have enough room for him to explain everything he deems important.

Luna just shakes her head and they enjoy the silence for a bit. Prompto is about to go on another topic when Luna asks “Have you wondered what you are going to do tomorrow?”

Uh that was familiar. Did Aranea say something? Because that was mean. Did Gladio know it too?