[ ignis' duty is to care for noctis. to support him, every step of the way, no matter what it is. the vision of his death is still vivid in his mind; the fulfillment of the prophecy, of noctis, so much older. the kings, all around him in that throne room.

ignis didn't come here out of purely altruistic reasons -- the founder king, after all, is his own fount of information. perhaps... perhaps ignis can finally learn who ardyn is. the usurper, they called him.

he sets the food neatly on the table, laying out for him and arranging the meal neatly -- fit for a king, regardless of their current situation. the cutlery have been prepared as well, set by the side should somnus wish to use it. how interesting still, that he wears noctis' face, and yet is so different from him. ]

Noctis caught it this afternoon. It was large, and the meat is sweet, and so I thought it would be fitting. If you'll please.

[ courtly; ignis has been steeped in the royal customs, and it's difficult to shake. ]