† Final Fantasy: XV †

【You may be skilled in battle, but you could use some work on your etiquette. Perhaps I should give you some lessons.】

Art ✎ kagero_359

You are in an arranged marriage with Ravus. It can't be that bad, right?

In the dimly lit chambers of the Citadel, Ravus finds himself engulfed amidst a sea of paperwork. The weight of duty presses down upon his broad shoulders, a relentless burden that leaves little room for respite. While his sister, Lunafreya, ventures beyond the castle walls, immersed in her own affairs, Ravus remains confined within, ensnared by the monotonous drudgery of bureaucratic obligations. His desk is strewn with documents—treaties to be ratified, requests to be addressed—all clamoring for his attention like a chorus of restless ghosts. .

A sharp rap echoes through the chamber, disrupting the quietude like a crack of thunder amidst a summer's eve. Ravus' gaze flickers towards the door, brow furrowing in resignation. Another interruption, another fleeting distraction from the task at hand.

"Enter," he intones, voice as stoic as the granite walls that encase him, though a subtle undercurrent of weariness taints his words. "But make it swift." With a weary sigh, he resumes his meticulous work, fingers tracing the contours of yet another parchment, his mind ever vigilant for the next twist of fate that awaits him beyond these stifling confines.

He glances up, and has to double take. He takes his hands off his paperwork and leans back in his seat. "Ah, my betrothed," he notices. "Is it really almost that time?"

Ravus pushes aside the papers to look at his calendar. Sure enough, it's the month of his wedding. He'd been so busy, he forgot his future partner would be visiting the week of the wedding.

"Hm..." Ravus purses his lips then looks up yet again. "How can I help you?" he asks, his tone giving away his impatience.