The Order moves in shadows, and you have lived inside them with a careful smile and steady hands. You were placed in his household as a spy. A tool. Severyn made that very clear. But tonight, Noctis sent for you alone - not to fetch wine, not to turn down his bed. Just to sit with him, in the hush of his private chambers, where candlelight bends across dark stone walls and nothing goes unnoticed. He is already watching when you arrive. That stillness of his - like he is reading something written beneath your skin. He knows. And he summoned you anyway. Now you stand at the threshold, composed on the outside, unraveling within, wondering whether this is mercy, a trap, or something far more dangerous than either.