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lucianhuntress · 7 years ago

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The Bodyguard & The Princess Ch. 2

Word count: 5807 Pairing: Nyx x Fem!Reader Warnings: SFW, fluff and light angst. NSFW content eventually. Notes: When an oneshot turns into a multi-chapter fic. A soulmate au.

Also: if you are wondering who is Cassian Lacertus, he is just a random guy I invented for this fic.

Tagging some Nyx dyx-fans (it’s the work name I use for this fic): @glaive-eve, @bleucommelhiver, @owldearest & @singlebecauseofthechocobros.

Hopefully you enjoy this chapter!

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High hopes of spending the evening with none other than Nyx Ulric were shot down like a bird on a hunting season. A guest after a guest flooded you with questions and suggestions, attempting to be subtle — yet failing terribly.

“Good evening, Your Highness, how are you doing today? Are you seeing anyone currently? I just happen to know the perfect bachelor. A real charmer, you’d be surprised.”

A surprise would have been if they all didn’t know a guy that just happened to be single. But as the princess of the Lucis kingdom, you had to force yourself to act like you were completely invested in their rosy speeches about a man you hadn’t even met.

Nyx wondered how you managed to treat them all with such kind, welcoming smile that made his heart skip a beat if you happened to flash it into his direction. He could feel the frustration through his soulmate mark, but he had no idea that you were the one carrying the counterpart to his.

Those fleeting happy moments, moments when your eyes met Nyx’s made you forget about everything else. The agony the guests gave you washed away with just a glimpse of the familiar ocean blue. Knowing that he stood by your side, made you feel safe, blessed and maybe even slightly giddy.

“I am going to need a break soon. I want to sit down for a while,” you sighed out your thoughts as you waved off another elderly couple and a new one was dangerously glinting their eyes towards you. Like vultures waiting for an opportunity to sink their claws in an already weak target.

“I can tell them to back off,” Nyx informed, feeling relieved of your urgency to take a break. Physically he would have gladly stood there all day — but the guests were slowly drawing him mentally towards the brink of a breakdown.

You lifted your gaze and saw him staring right at you. The content purring of your soulmate mark had been suffocated and replaced with exasperation caused by the constant pour of questions and now you could feel the bond strongly again — spreading its warmth all over your body.

The usual sensation of delight had gained a new shade of steadily growing desire as the evening shifted closer to night.

It made you side-eye Nyx even more than usual and Nyx tried to ignore the feeling as best as he could, but his mind kept slipping through his grasp.

You just looked damn beautiful and the exhaustion you wore made him want to steal you away. Of course he had to mentally punch himself in the gut for such selfish thoughts.

“I would appreciate that,” you said, the glow heating up your cheeks and causing you to fan your face with a hand to cool down. How did one man drive you all hot and bothered without even trying? No one else had managed to do that yet.

If only there was a balcony to retreat to.

You had no idea how to behave around the man, so you kept a polite, princessly approach as you spoke to him. He did the same by acting as professional and emotionless as he could, even when his heart screamed against it.

Nyx nodded and stepped in front of you to block the way just before another elderly couple managed to greet you.

It slightly pained you to deny their chance to have a chat with you, but you desperately needed to rest.

You heard him apologizing to the guests while you headed towards a bench to sit on. The glaives who you had ordered to scatter around the room kept their eyes strictly on you and you couldn’t deny the surge of uneasiness washing over you when you were being under so many eyes.

He felt it too; his soulmate mark emitted an anxious swell as it purged the joyful choir the marks had joined in to. Nyx wanted to comfort his unknown soulmate, but he was powerless to do so.

If only had he known that his soulmate was just a few feet away.

You let your body slump after all that standing around. To carry your body like a princess drained all your energy.

Talking like you were the most knowledgeable creature and speaking like your tongue was made out of silver had your jaws jammed and brain fried. Your whole body was sore from all that, even when you were used to it on daily basis.

Fortunately Ignis wasn’t at the event to see you sitting shoulders slumped and eyes fixed into oblivion, or else you would have heard about it for the next three weeks — or longer, if he felt like you needed a reminder.

Nyx flashed a smirk as he returned to you, “everything okay, Your Highness?”

You lifted your gaze and tried your best to answer him with a smile — but you felt like your cheeks were falling out from their places and you lips felt so numb. You had never felt so “charming” before.

“Just exhausted.”

He chuckled and positioned himself next to you. He was standing while you were sitting — as sitting next to each other would have been seen as an act of courting.

Such a thing wouldn’t have been allowed between a princess and a measly soldier.

Nyx felt a pinch of sadness in his chest as he thought about it — why did he even think about it? He could never have someone like you and you would have deserved someone better. Much better. Not him. And yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

You sensed the saddening sting poking your heart and for a moment you felt sorry for your soulmate. The heartache you both suffered caused an awkward silence to fall over you. Nyx kept his gaze strictly on the surroundings, his hands behind his back and expression blank — as it was supposed to be. But in his eyes anyone could have seen the shroud of melancholy of not being able to do anything about the situation he and his soulmate were in.

Your hands rested in your lap, squeezed gently into fists. But your lips were gradually tugging themselves into a smile, though it was a sad one. Sad from not being able to help the suffering you felt through the mark.

“Uhm, Nyx,” you mumbled eventually and the glaive shifted his gaze to you, but denied himself of getting a better view. He saw the sorrowful downward curl of your lips.

What’s wrong princess?

He wanted to speak out the words aloud, but he couldn’t.

“Your Highness?” he spoke instead, dismissing the moment of anguish he had experienced. He'd have to deal with it later.

Once you turned, you lifted your eyes to meet his side-eye.

Nyx felt like everything had paused. He knew he belonged there, next to you. He swallowed, wondering if he could just… no.

“I—” you started and in an instant, you were knocked down from the bench. A sharp pain twinged your elbow and your lower back as you fell down on the cold concrete floor with a huge, furry dog quickly gaining its position on top of you. All of its four legs sprawled around you and hot breath fanning against your skin as it prepared to get a taste of you.

At first you squealed in terrified panic—

“Princess!” Nyx gasped in horror and jumped to remove the dog from top of you.

—and then you giggled as the fluffy creature had a great urgency to clean your face with it’s soft and wet tongue. You shrieked from the tickling sensation and you could distantly hear how Nyx and a couple of others shouted for you.

Nyx had not been so worried in years. Worried of losing someone he barely knew, yet his heart ached every time he heard your high-pitched squeaks. Just the thought of you getting hurt made him work harder.

The canine was stronger than anyone would have guessed. The creature had almost feral strength. Strength it used to smear its saliva all over your face.

Finally, with the cooperation of a bunch of glaives and a couple of animal shelter workers, the dog was pushed away from you. It whined as if it had been interrupted rudely and it kept looking at you longingly.

“I am so sorry, Your Highness I—” one of the shelter workers whimpered, tears were streaming out of her reddened eyes.

“No need to apologize,” you paused her with a whisk of your hand. She stared at you, sniveling and sobbing but the expression turning ultimately confused. “He is an amazing dog and I surely hope that he will find a forever home for himself.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” another worker stepped in. She was as horrified as her co-worker, but at least she wasn’t crying. You shot them both a warm, reassuring smile and turned quickly to give orders to the group of glaives who had instantly dashed to help you with the furball.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am fine — but I think I should go and clean up my face…”

Your back and elbow still ached uncomfortably, throbbing pain coursing through your body — but it wasn't that bad. It would heal. Eventually.

Nyx eyed you up and down, surprised by how you managed to be so… calm. He knew you weren’t like most of the nobles; he knew you were different. But still he had expected to see some kind of lash out at the workers, or even hear the disappointment with a couple of well-chosen words to scold them.

No. You just kept amazing him every day with the most simple actions. It made him want to see more of you, a side hidden from the public. A side he had managed to catch glimpses of.

“I will escort you,” Nyx stated, his tone could have cut even through steel; he was determined. But his heart told the other: it was still racing with anxiousness from the scene the dog had caused.

You turned your head just slightly to see the glaive standing next to you. His back straightened, hands on sides and mouth pulled into a thin line.

“Thank you.” Your response may have sounded weak, but Nyx saw a sign of relief in your expression. He responded with a tiny nod and waited for you to head for the ladies’ room, while the remaining glaives scattered and resumed their positions.

You walked in silence, Nyx only a few steps behind you. You wanted to say something but the uneasy flickering in your chest rendered you speechless.

He was a glaive and you were a princess — sharing a common interest sounded quite absurd.

“Thank you,” you finally said.

Nyx quirked a brow in surprise, “why are you thanking me?” He ran his hand through his brown hair and groaned inwardly. He hadn't been the only one running to the rescue.

“You turned away those guests, helped with the dog… I…” you looked down at your hands for a second or two. “You have been kind to me.”

Nyx blinked, unsure of how to react. “Those were the orders.” He hated himself for that; they hadn't only been the orders, he had wanted to do it and would do it again. Any time.

But would it be wrong if he told you?

“I see…” you mumbled with a slightly trembling voice. You had hoped for a different kind of answer.

You felt an uncomfortable burn in your soulmate mark. It didn't hurt, but it bothered you. Nyx placed his hand on his left shoulder to feel the tingling heat through his Kingsglaive garbs.

What is going on?

Embarrassment, shame, tension and disappointment scorched your marks almost in a scolding manner.

“Your Highness.” His voice made you halt.

You turned to look at the man over your shoulder. There was a slight frown shadowing his handsome looks, but you could see the gratitude in his eyes.

“I appreciate it. I may have orders, but that doesn't mean I don't want to protect you.”

He saw how your eyes lit up with excitement. It made his heart melt.

You felt it too; your heart fluttered once again when it was just the two of you. You hadn't even realized that you had paused your journey to the ladies’ room.

Nyx wished for the time to stop and he was about to lift his hand to caress your cheek. But he stopped, his hand slightly in the air. “We should continue.”

“Oh, sorry!” you mumbled nervously feeling your cheeks grow warmer.

Nyx’s brows shoot up from curiosity. A princess shouldn't apologize. But one thing he was sure of, as he watched you pick up from where you left.

The dog had a damn good taste for girls.

The charity event ate a good portion of your already scarce free-time. The ride in the black bulletproof car had been awkwardly quiet — like it had been when you arrived at the party.

But at the same time you couldn't stop beaming inwardly, nor did you want to do so. The small chat you had managed to uphold with Nyx cast a fluttering in your gut again as you kept reminiscing in the memory again and again.

On that very same night after getting lectured by a council member or two, you retreated to your quarters. Nyx’s shift had ended and he had returned to his own matters, but your heart was already longing for his presence.

What a selfish person you had become, you wondered as you thought about calling him back to work.

The feeling made you chuckle in the darkness of your bedroom.

The confusion of the feelings you felt around him corroded you; no one had ever made you feel like that. You didn’t even know what he was like and yet you couldn’t wash away the loneliness when he was off-duty. Part of you thought about getting his address from captain Drautos — but would it be right to just knock on his door like a lovefool girl?

...a lovefool?

You wanted to laugh and cry simultaneously and with your hands squeezed into tight fists you bit your lip. A fleeting sting in your lip and the taste of blood, blurred your senses.

“I’m an idiot.” There was no mirth in your little, cold laugh and you hoped that no glaive outside your bedroom would listen to your brief monologue.

Nyx felt it too, half-thanks to his mark, half-thanks to his own thoughts that were somewhere along the same lines with yours. He was lying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling and the picture of Ghalad taped on it.

His mind wandered to you, to his family, to his feelings… He sighed, hoping to understand more. Why the princess of Lucis kingdom was on his mind constantly? He barely knew anything about you — as a person.

He wanted to protect you, to be with you, feel you. “Why am I doing this to myself?” he groaned to himself, surprised to hear his thoughts aloud.

After all, Nyx was all alone in his apartment. He would continue to be alone too. He had no family nor a steady relationship. Libertus was like a brother to him, but that was it.

And what if he couldn’t protect you, like he couldn’t protect his… Nyx swallowed as he tried to seize the train of thought getting off-tracks, he didn’t need any extra emotions with his current ones. But there he was, getting off-track to unlock the chest of memories — full of forbidden thoughts.

You had nearly dozed off as the exhaustion tried to claim you, but the growing pain took away all the tiredness.

Why does it hurt so much?

Your own tears suffocated any reasonable thought and your mind was shrouded inside a thick, black cloud of misery. You felt angry, sad and lonely at the same time.

Your palm, curled into a tight, fist was flickering from the flames inside. Whatever your soulmate was going through, had your guts burn in agony. The hurt, the longing, the sadness and the disappointment had brought a ball of fire into your hand.

It didn't burn you, it brought warmth on your skin as the small flames roared desperately on your palm. It fought against you, weakly.

I'm here for you.

Shifting your thoughts into something more cheerful calmed down your soulmate. The hurt was still in there, poking around, looking for a weak spot.

Everything's going to be alright.

You let out a sigh of relief and closed your eyes. Wet trails on your cheeks from the tears shed for your soulmate being the only telltale of your brief misery. The dreams were finally able to claim you to a realm unknown.

“Thanks man, I needed this,” Nyx yawned as he caught a bottle of beer Libertus Ostium had slid to him across the table. He welcomed the day off with open-arms as he pushed away the need to be by his princess’ side.

“You have been burying yourself in work lately. Found yourself a girl from the Citadel?” Libertus snorted and opened a beer bottle in his hands, “lucky you if it's the one at the office.”

Nyx chuckled and observed the bottle. It was so nice to finally relax and enjoy. His newest assignment had kept him so busy that he had barely even seen Libertus in a while. “I thought you called dibs on her first.”

Libertus shrugged, “well— I tried, but I don't think she's interested.”

The glaive brothers laughed and clinked their bottles. A well deserved weekend had begun in the company of Nyx's best friend.

They talked about whatever came to mind and after downing the first bottles they ordered new ones. Nyx felt tipsy after three bottles of beer and the cheerful feeling hid the ones his soulmate mark was sending.

“You okay?” Gladiolus Amicitia asked, his hand on your shoulder keeping you still.

“I’m fine…” you giggled unexpectedly. You slammed your hand over your mouth and felt the embarrassment burn your cheeks.

“Are you drunk already? What did you drink at dinner?” Noctis grunted disapprovingly.

“N-no — my soulmate seems to be having a good time,” what you had attempted to say with a nonchalant laugh, escaped with a slurred chuckle — like the ones you often let out for your guests entertainment in the high society gatherings.

It was sweet to listen to and you managed to wrap your guests even tighter around your finger. But around your brother and his shield it had no effect.

Noctis and Gladio traded worried looks behind your back.

“Soulmate?” Gladio asked, mystified by the thought that someone actually had a soulmate.

You peeled your sleeve just enough to reveal the mark resembling a crescent moon with a dagger. Noctis groaned in irritation, but Gladio remained silent.

“I can’t believe you actually believe in that stuff — isn’t it a bedtime story for kids?” Noctis said, rolling his eyes in disbelief.

“Or you just have a lame soulmate and you pretend that they don’t exist!” your protest made Gladio howl in laughter.

Everyone had a soulmate mark, to end up with your destined one was just a question of motivation and luck.

“I have one too,” Gladio flashed a wide smile at the embarrassed prince. Noctis attempted to hide his mildly reddened cheeks by looking in the other direction.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” Nyx asked after he had downed his fifth beer. His speech had started to slur from the consumed alcohol but that didn’t stop him. It didn’t stop Libertus either, ��who had had the same amount of beer as Nyx—, from understanding his best friend.

Crowe and Pelna had also tagged along after a training session. Nyx had bought bottles for the freshly joined weekend-celebrators and the four of them sat around a wooden table, enjoying their drinks.

“Don't you remember what your old man told us?” Libertus asked with his brows shot up in bemusement.

Crowe seemed interested in their talk, while Pelna was checking out a girl passing by them. He had lifted a bottle half-way up and thanks to the pretty lady had obviously made him pause. Crowe nudged him subtly with an elbow.

Nyx shrugged lightly. He couldn't possibly remember everything his dad had told him and the much less happier memories tended to take over. He took a sip from a newly opened bottle and swept his mouth with the back of his hand.

Libertus sighed heavily in dismay.

“Well, we all carry our marks — so I guess I do believe in them,” Libertus sighed and his gaze dropped briefly. He kept rolling the bottle in his hand. “Did you find your soulmate, or why are you asking?”

Nyx’s lips widened into a smirk, “just curious.” His soulmate had helped him calm down when he was having a moment and it rose a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest.

Libertus repeated Nyx's words quietly, like he was mumbling to himself in disbelief.

“Hey, don’t give up, maybe yours is behind a corner,” Crowe tried to cheer Libertus up with a light laugh.

“But there is a girl…” Nyx continued. He had not mentioned about his feelings to anyone. The booze certainly had opened the gateway to his rose petal-coated secrets. “A girl that I can never have.”

Libertus frowned, “sucks to be you, then.”

“Is there even a girl our mighty hero can't have?” Pelna rolled his eyes, but laughed after.

“I'm sure there are plenty.” Crowe snorted.

It brought a smile to Nyx’s lips. Even the beer couldn’t take you away from his thoughts on a day off.

“Yeah? Probably because you take so much time doing push-ups instead of feeling things,” Noctis paused the taller man with his snide comment, to which Gladio answered with a smug wink and grin.

“Are you the right person to talk about feelings?” Gladio asked smugly.

The two of them had started a debate whether soulmates were true or not. Maybe Noctis was just too thick to notice? Or maybe Gladio's dating life was so active that he didn't notice the feelings of his soulmate.

Noctis surely seemed to be convinced about it all being a fairy tale.

“Hey, at least I have more game than you do,” the shield howled and you had hard time keeping your composure, instead of rolling on the floor and suffocating from the laughter. Not to mention the sluggish feeling your drunk soulmate emitted.

“If you think the mark is just so that you can feel your mate being horny — you are both wrong,” you trembled from the fit of laughter trying to bust the doors of self-control open.

“Then what's it for?” Noctis asked.

“Finding the love of your life — obviously.” You rolled your eyes to the roof and sighed. It was just so simple.

Noctis snorted as if you had just told him a good joke, but Gladio seemed more interested in your statement.

“Love of your life, huh?” You could hear the shield mumbling to himself.

The thought of your soulmate made you feel warm and you pressed your palm over your chest, right over your heart. The tipsy feeling still bubbled inside you and you let out a quiet giggle. One that missed both Gladio's and Noctis’ ears.

Days passed. Some of the days passing infuriatingly slow and some of them so fast, that it felt like you had just gotten up from bed when you were already preparing to go to sleep. You had literally no idea what happened on those days.

Nyx had returned to work from his brief vacation and nothing would have made you happier than seeing him standing in guard in your chambers.

It was a great relief during those fleeting days, because no matter how many times your eyes met his, you felt like the whole world stopped from revolving.

For once in your life, you were bored. It was still an hour or so for the next object in your schedule, so you had time to sit down and… wait.

You took it as a chance to get a bit bolder around your guards. Normally you pretended that they didn't exist, as it made your life easier to not think about having eyes on you constantly. But now the situation was almost begging for a conversation.

“Do you have any hobbies?” you asked politely from everyone, even when your question was meant for Nyx. You barely knew anything about him — just his background and what was on need-to-know basis.

You wanted to know what was his favourite food or if he liked watching movies. You were curious to learn more about his history and most importantly: was he seeing anyone? You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, looking as innocent as ever.

Sadly, no one answered right away and for a moment you had thrown a chunk of hope out of the window. Maybe you had been too hopeful.

Nyx pondered whether he should answer. He had been ordered to not to communicate with you unless it was necessary. Casual chatting was forbidden — which seemed almost ludicrous.

“I tend to work out whenever I have free time, Your Highness,” Nyx answered finally, shattering the calm the glaives had been ordered to upkeep. He had decided to screw the rules for once, there was no harm in answering a simple question.

“Ulric, we aren’t supposed to have this kind of conversation with the princess,” one of the glaives scolded from a corner, eyes glinting in the dim room dangerously.

Nyx cocked a brow at the grumpy glaive, “so I should ignore a question the princess kindly asks?”

He could hear the displeased grunt coming from the glaive, while the other let out a quiet chuckle.

“No, please. I don’t mind talking to you,” you said, trying to sound carefree. You just wanted to know more about Nyx and there was nothing wrong with that. Whoever had come up with instructions on how to act around you deserved a slap and a reassignment.

“But the orders—”

“I give you an order,” you paused the protesting glaive with a warning glare and when you turned your head back to Nyx, you could see him enjoying the situation. He looked half-surprised and half-proud.

“I go out for walks with my friend and her dog whenever I can,” the other not-so-grumpy-glaive told.

“That sounds fun!” you beamed.

“Drinking with friends ain’t that bad either,” Nyx chuckled.

You were filled with wonder. Nyx had seen so much life compared to you. “Do you guys ever go to a drive-in and order food?” you suddenly asked.

“After a heavy night out only, Your Highness,” Nyx answered with an upward curl of his lip.

“Oh?” you gasped curiously, wondering if Nyx knew any good places. You had only escaped the wrath of Ignis a few times before with Noctis and Prompto. Everyone surely made a big deal of your diet.

Nyx flashed a knowing grin at the glaive who had been complaining and then he shifted his gaze back to you. “If you ever have a craving to get some greasy takeout food, just let me know and I’ll help you get there.”

You couldn’t help the burning sensation in your cheeks nor a relieved smile from spreading across your face. “That would be—”

“Your Highness,” hit your ears as soon as the door to your chambers opened. You flinched mildly and saw Ignis bowing down curtly at the doorway before continuing: “the King has requested for you.”

“Already?” you breathed.

Nyx couldn’t suppress the sudden uneasy feeling in his chest. It was like his heart had clenched just a bit.

Your eyes had frozen at Ignis and you swallowed. Questions and thoughts poked the back of your mind. It was quite unusual for the King to ask your presence out of the blue.

“Yes, he wishes to see you immediately.”

“Oh, okay,” you responded somewhat meekly and stood up from the comfortable couch you had been relaxing on previously. The glaive trio in your room stiffened as they prepared themselves to follow after you and Ignis.

You followed Ignis all the way to another level of the Citadel. It was a small meeting room you usually met your father and brother. A family meeting room as Gladio used to say.

This time you entered the room, but there was no sign of Noctis in there. Only the King and his shield stood on the opposite side with a concerned frown worn on their faces.

“Good afternoon,” you greeted with an attempt to sound eager — but couldn’t keep it steady and you ended up sounding worried and fragile.

You saw how worry passed through Regis’ gaze before he steeled himself again. You knew he was going to talk to you as the King of Lucis, not as your loving father. Clarus kept a blank stare, but you could see him gritting his teeth, because his jaw clenched from time to time.

The glaive company and Ignis was left behind the door as it closed after you.

“Y/N,” Regis spoke, pondering his words and choosing the right options carefully.

“Yes?”

“I cannot stop the council any longer, so we have arranged a date,” he said slowly.

“A date?”

The King sighed, dark circles underneath his pale eyes, looking tired as ever. “You are going on a date with Cassian Lacertus.”

Lacertus was an old family line, mostly consisting of officers and soldiers — even a few special agents under that noble family name. You would have probably ended up dating him a few years ago if he hadn’t had a girlfriend back then.

And how fitting would it be to date a princess? You sighed, knowing that it was something your father was forced to accept. Going on a date with a noble guy probably wouldn't mean anything. If it was up to you, he'd end up being discarded like a wet towel.

At least that’s how you planned it; you had no means to be together with a guy who did it for social reasons and not because he had a crush on you.

“So it’s happening now,” you exhaled — disappointment obvious in your tone.

Clarus bit his lip and lowered his gaze. He had always been kind to you and he seemed to be pained by the thought of you dating someone not worthy of you. The king did not respond. He just observed you in a calm manner.

“I-I thought…”

“Like I said, the council is very determined in this matter,” Regis said calmly. “You have been avoiding your duties long enough.”

Duties? What kind of duty is it to date someone I don’t even like? Or even marry? I...

Before you could utter another word, Regis stood up. “Things aren’t looking good on your behalf,” he said softly, like he was trying to apologize and he walked over to you to give a pat on your right shoulder. “They are even considering to announce an engagement between you two.”

The shoulder the King had touched, tensed. Your soulmate was watching over you — you knew it so.

You saw the sad kindness in his eyes. “Thank you, father,” you mumbled, feeling too numb to flash him a smile.

Why am I even thanking him?

He nodded curtly and exited the room, Clarus following him.

Somehow your knees felt weak. Your heart throbbed from sadness and you felt empty. Turning around to leave the room consumed a lot of your energy.

But you couldn't take another step before the realisation struck in.

“Are you alright?” you heard Ignis asking. He had entered the room after the King and his shield left.

You tried to respond, but only a hum escaped your dry throat.

Nyx and the two other glaives followed Ignis to the room. Nyx saw how void your gaze was and how you were squeezing your hands tightly — like you were holding onto something.

“Your Highness,” Nyx said. His heart made an anxious skip.

What is going on? Why is she so pale?

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer. You felt weak. So weak. First you saw the world like you normally did, but now it had turned bleary — like you were looking at it through a mosaic glass.

Nyx saw how limp your body suddenly turned and how your trembling, numb legs gave up. You were falling for what felt like an eternity. He instantly dashed to embrace you — to stop you from collapsing and getting hurt.

His heart ached and pounded like mad. “Y/N!”

“Nyx…” you whispered — eyes fluttering. You felt how his arms wrapped around you and it cut the shroud of unconsciousness you were almost fell into. Your felt lightheaded, warm and complete.

Is he… holding me?

You saw him so clearly even through your half-hooded eyes. You felt the warmth of his body as he held you a few inches above the floor. You wanted to touch him — to be sure if he was real.

“Y/N!” you heard Ignis shouting off somewhere. It must have been irrelevant, you thought. You were in Nyx’s arms and you wanted to be nowhere else.

Nyx couldn’t stop staring at you. He was afraid for a moment before he caught you — but now he felt complete. His soulmate mark had never been so content before as it was now.

She’s so beautiful… so innocent and pure.

He should have helped you up, but his mind was jammed from holding you like a flower — afraid to break you if he did something.

She really feels like the finest silk or the smoothest petal. Why am I feeling like this?

“Ulric!” one of the glaives raged at him. Pulling Nyx out of the dreamy world.

“Oh— right!” Nyx gasped and helped you up, “are you alright, Your Highness?” He felt abashed from his sudden loss of self-control. He was still on duty and there was no way that holding the princess like that for that long would look good.

You shook your head. “I think I need some rest…” your heart roared in your chest and your soulmate mark was on overdrive. It really made you see stars.

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