Iona, the twin world of Eos. Torn asunder by a cataclysmic event, only two survived. King Fellux Naxan Valtreus and his daughter, Makina Hexxus Valtreus, fled to Eos and found sanctuary. As the last survivors who carry the blood of the mighty dragon...
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Making camp with the rented camping gear at Emmelle Haven proved to be no issue. Noctis and Prompto were still upset that they wouldn't be sleeping in a bed tonight and expressed their disdain as they helped set up the chairs around the campfire. Gladiolus had snapped at the two for complaining before continuing to set up the tents.
Makina was helping Ignis with the portable kitchenette and ingredients he had bought for dinner. She was cutting up the vegetables for the dry-aged tender roast stew he would be preparing while he started the stove, warmed the pot, and added the broth.
Once the vegetables were sliced, the princess added them to the broth. She then proceeded to slice up the meat before submerging it into the pot. She added a few seasonings before Ignis stirred everything together.
The two were too absorbed in preparing dinner that they didn't notice Noctis staring intently at them. He sat in one of the chairs around the campfire with his eyes boring into the backs of his advisor and girlfriend. He couldn't help but remember a memory from when they were in high school.
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On the eve of Prompto's seventeenth birthday, Noctis was lounging in his apartment with Ignis and Makina. He sat at the counter, arms folded across the top with his head resting on them. His azure eyes watched closely as his advisor and the princess baked a cake together for Prompto's birthday.
He saw how good they looked together and tried to push himself between them to help with the cake, but he wound up burning the batter twice and adding too much sugar to the frosting. He was then escorted to where he sat now by Ignis so he wouldn't interfere any longer to waste more ingredients.
Grumpily, Noctis watched Makina and Ignis stand side by side while they started making the frosting. He heard them talking and felt jealousy bubbling in his veins. His lips were slowly curving downward into a frown as he heard Makina giggle at one of Ignis' cooking puns.
With an angry and disheartened sigh, the prince sluggishly dragged himself off the stool and meandered into the living room. He inelegantly tossed himself onto the couch with a huff, burying his face into the pillow. He closed his eyes and took a short nap.
He awoke from his fifteen-minute nap when he smelled the delicious cake and heard the 'ding' of the oven. Lazily, he pushed himself up and peered into the kitchen. Ignis was pulling the cake out of the oven while Makina seemed to be putting the frosting on something. His grumpy demeanor from before returned as he looked away from his friends. He started at the black screen of the tv, trying to figure out a way he could separate the two.
Noctis was torn from his scheming thoughts when he heard Makina's gentle voice. "Hey."
He blinked a few times and noticed she was sitting beside him on the couch. He didn't even notice she left the kitchen until he heard her voice. "The cake finished?"
