"A well read woman is a dangerous creature," Ignis mused, his emerald eyes watching her as she floated along inside the room, performing her duties. A smirk made its way to his lips as she continued to go from one delegate to the next.
"Jeez, she's so ... overbearing," Noctis muttered into his drink, shifting uncomfortably in his suit. He grimaced as his advisor shot him a look.
"I would advise you not to say that to her face, Noct," Gladio huffed, running a hand through his hair and averting his eyes from the prince. This always happened whenever (Y/n) was present at social functions. Noct would become bitter towards the woman, and she was none the wiser.
At least, that's what they all had thought, up until that night. It had been as (Y/n) was passing by the group of three men, and she happened to overhear a bit of their conversation.
"I swear, every time I try to talk with (Y/n), she sounds so damn condescending," Noctis hissed.
"That's rich, coming from you, Your Highness," you butt in, giving the heir a genial smile. Noctis choked on his drink while Gladio and Ignis chuckled at the boy's misfortune.
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FanfictionJust some things I've thought up while playing FFXV. If you have any requests for certain characters or story lines, DM me.
