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Fill: AU Regis/Prompto Fem!Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

"As a gesture of goodwill and friendship between our nations, We allow a Princess of the Empire to marry His Majesty, the King of Lucis."

Regis had been so relieved to spare Noct the burden of a treaty marriage he'd agreed to that particular term with little concern. Aldercap was a man of years; many of his daughters were close in age with Regis. Being a widower was a peculiar type of loneliness, almost drowned by time and the joy of his son. He had half-imagined the type of woman the Emperor would send. A woman retiring from a military career, or a seasoned courtier. Someone who would be a peer and, in time, perhaps a friend. As the girl looked up at him with fearful eyes from between the rows of Niflheim's soldiers he felt all his years crashing down on him.

Blond and sweet-faced, she was dressed in white for both the wedding and the empire. The marriage itself was official before she'd set foot in Lucis; all the pomp and ceremony was just for show. Regis was just as married now as he had been in the brief silence after Aulea had spoken her vows. There were no cheers today. The girl, Prompto, was silent throughout the treaty signing. She'd stumbled once, walking away from the masked soldiers to stand at his side, and had flinched as though she expected to be struck before she recovered. Noctis had nearly broken character, but settled after a hissed breath from Ignis.

After the signing Regis separated from his bride to a few quick words to change the evenings plans. She hadn’t moved from where he’d left her. Regis cursed in the silence of his mind; allowed, those slimy imperial bastards might as well have forced this girl here at knife-point. If she was older than his own son, he’d eat the damned Crystal. He carefully kept all of it from his face. “If my lady Queen will join me, we’ll be having a quite family supper. We thought it would be best for you to rest after your arduous journey before presenting you to the court.” The lie rolled easily from his tongue, the court could celebrate the treaty without them.

“Ah, tha- that sounds… nice.” She bit her lip as though to stop herself from speaking further. Regis had felt anger at things Aldercap had done in the past, but this was the first time he’d honestly hated the man. He couldn’t imagine thrusting Noctis into a position of vulnerability in a stranger’s home. He offered her his arm and led the way to the private dining room.

Clarus meet them at the door to the dining room and bowed them in. Prompto pulled slightly closer to Regis as they walked through the door. Inside, having what seemed to be a heated discussion, were Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus. The three young men broke apart and bowed. “Prompto, if I may introduce you to my son, Noctis; his Shield, Gladiolus; his Advisor, Ignis.” They nodded in turn and Regis continued. “And my Shield, Clarus.”

Clarus took his bow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, your Majesty.” Prompto dipped a curtsy, but her eyes darted around the room like a trapped fox. Regis had a thought for how to calm her.

“Clarus, will your daughter be joining us tonight?” Iris was a sweet and cheerful girl, perhaps…

“Regis, it’s a school night.” Clarus mock-scolded. Drat. “She’s at home with Jared.” He held a chair for Prompto and she sat. The men all took their seats and a servant came in with covered dishes. Conversation was difficult at first, but the boys quickly warmed to Prompto when it was discovered she played the same phone game as them. Clarus pulled Regis to the side, obsessively to pick out a brandy, and murmured into his ear, “We’re going to have to control the narrative carefully here. We don’t want you to look like an old lech,” the phones played some tune and a laugh came from the table, “and we don’t want the press to accuse the prince of being a motherfucker in the eyes of the law.” Regis scowled at his oldest friend, but understood.

“I’ll have a word with Noctis about propriety, but it would be good for her to have friends here.”

Clarus held his hands up; he’d said his piece. After a little longer Prompto started failing to suppress her yawns and Regis had the housekeeper escort her away to show her the facilities. Noctis practically pounced on his father as soon as she had left. “Dad, she’s scared! What are we going to do to let her know she’s safe now?” Regis was so proud of the kind man he’d raised.

“All we can do is treat her with kindness and courtesy.” Regis rested his hand on Noct’s shoulder. “Just give her space and offer friendship when she’s ready.” With that Regis bid goodnight to his son and friends and headed up to bed. Unfortunately, the poor girl was following a different script than he was and was quite frightened and nude when he reached the Royal Suite. They laughed about it in the years to come, but his knee was never quite the same after scrabbling out of his own chambers.