Noctis Lucis Caelum

“Move over.”

The prince clambered into the shared tent messily, then flopped down beside you with a groan, stretching his aching limbs out. Today had been a long day, and the relief at being with his friends, his family, was more than he could have asked for.

Of course, he was battered and bruised, but he’d used more magick than he’d care to admit to heal himself and his friends. He looked you over for a moment, then sighed and shifted in closer, draping an arm over your waist. Noctis tucked his head into the nape of your neck, relishing in your warmth and scent. It reminded him of home.

“How are you feeling?”

Suddenly, he was thankful they’d decided to split up tents for the night. Ignis slept alone because he’d been injured the worst, Prompto and Gladiolus got paired together to share a tent…

…And that left you two. The crown prince, and you.