[ they both know it's a show, and yet, accepting a demotion to play the role of a guard — on the opposite side, at that — proves to be more frustrating than he expected it to be. Noctis is left with a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes as he keeps to his thoughts to himself. the stranger might be piecing things together bit by bit, but the stranger is exactly that. he won't be prying the thoughts out of the former Crown Prince anytime soon.

it is easy to forget his current mood when Ozymandias jumps into things as quickly as he does, however. the scenario is drafted up rather quickly and it's enough to cause Noctis to perk a brow out of curiosity, but the face quickly drops when there's talk of involving princesses. just as Ozy has drafted the idea out of a snippet of his own life, the act of marrying two people together from warring sides in an effort to make peace hits too close to home. have another angry, confused expression before he forces himself to play along. ]

Yea— yes, Your Majesty, our Princess is safe and devoid of harm. I do hope we can, uh, expect that to remain the same while she is here.

[ his eyes glaze over to the projections before falling on the "Wyver King", leaning in to whisper: ]

... Is she supposed to marry you? 'Cause we don't exactly have someone else to play "Wyver Prince" or "Wyver Princess" as well.