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It was such a rare sight to behold, seeing the Niflheim chancellor personally, a man who people said that had the freedom to do as he pleased, and not even the emperor could ever have something against it. Probably, it had to do with something Lunafreya found out a long time ago, which she preferred to keep it in silence —even so, she would always have an eye on him, watching the man carefully everytime she had the chance to do so. For someone who earnt an important role in the Empire should not be considered less than suspicious—.

Much to the former Tenebraean’s princess’ surprise (or not), she was meant to be escorted by Ardyn during one of her healing periods. Periods that she wished they were most frequently, but given that the oracle was under the Empire’s power, there was no wonder Iedolas would use it in his benefit and not for the sick people.

As they reached the assigned place where people were supposed to be waiting for her, Lunafreya eyed the man next to her discreetly before voicing her doubts.

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“Is there a reason why the Chancellor shall escort me instead of the usual soldiers?”

A rather dumb question for the blonde, since it was obvious that he’d want to come personally with her. Perhaps it was just to see how she practised her healing, a gift given from her bloodline. However, Lunafreya’s skepticism and what she knew so far about him made her think that there was something else.

profundity of stride carries the honor of chancellor through immaculacy of foreign halls. of his own accord, to coerce — within subtleties — a compliance from the oracle whilst she inhabits familial territory, ardyn is beseeched by his lenience for affairs with the messenger. neither remove the veil to their secrets over the other; an adulterous game of ‘ who knows more about who ’ tracking the poise of the accursed. his inference of her knowledge, that is, the confidentiality loitering upon fairness of lips, depreciates an already waning patience. a resulting fate awaits her all the same, but now is not the time for attrition. now is the time for feigned reverence.

volunteering herself to the verve of sun’s kiss, ardyn studies lunafreya’s advancement from doors to immediacy. she looks at him differently, somehow. ostentation of wrists flutter amidst gravity’s forbearance, diverging from imperial attire of chest so as to articulate theatrics of hands. there is a better acquaintance to be made with her, when in the public eye. as an enthusiast of the limelight’s tenacity — infatuated with its exploitation of political matters — ardyn embraces the opportunity of commendation with an initial, distinctive clarity of voice.

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aaaah — lady lunafreya ! you look positively ravishing . to what extent i could offer you an answer —— well , i’m afraid we’re short for time . ” within arm’s reach, he’s much quieter. a deliberate personification of hostility. “ let us pretend i want nothing more than an afternoon with our dear oracle . ” a murmur from spectating pedestrians precedes his appendages molding to the fragility of her shoulders. DARKNESS UPON LIGHT. guidance was a quality best imprinted, the photographers spellbound by their sharing attendance to her session with the people. a modest squeeze filters whisper to her ear; his porcelain teeth misleading the cameramen with an amiable grin. “ a blessing indeed , that you are not queen . as my lying to you — well , that would constitute treason . ”

“ hmhm —— you’re no ‘ beloved ’ oracle of m i n e . now smile . ”

 

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❛ Each night you t e a r apart a name, calling yourself everything but the light. ❜

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Ardyn Izunia
from final fantasy xv.
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