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FIVE DAYS BEFORE THE SIGNING

"Then let the choice be made, Your Majesty. What are we to protect?"

His Shield's words rattled in Regis' head over and over in a loop. They had been in a meeting with the rest of the council to discuss the handling treaty that they had agreed to. It left him tired and emotionally battered. He had been going over the terms to give most of his kingdom. It was a surrender of a war that had been fought for too many generations.

It was finally a chance of peace — something that Lucians hadn't known for a very, very long time. Unfortunately, it wasn't without a cost. Regis also felt that Niflheim was putting them into a lose-lose situation that had been decorated with a bow to keep it from looking so bitter.

It was during that meeting when Captain Drautos had to interrupt. He stepped in and whispered some news to Regis, then slipped out as if he had been a ghost. A shadow that had little involvement in the rest of the discussion.

The news was difficult, and he had file that in the back of his head for the rest of the meeting. Once everyone was adjourned, Regis filed out of the room with Clarus at his side, and allowed himself to deflate slightly.

Once they were out of earshot, Clarus asked, "What news did the Captain bring?"

"It seemed," Regis was measured with his words, "that my son opted to leave early."

"Wasn't he scheduled for — "

"He was." Regis was supposed to meet with him about the trip to Altissia, however his schedule filled up unexpectedly. There was also the official ceremony to bid the Crown Prince a safe journey the day of his scheduled departure. While Noctis distanced himself from the throne, he rarely took actions that were straight up disrespectful like this.

Uprooting the schedule this way wasn't what had an impact when compared to every other emotion. Regis, while disappointed, found that he was forlorn over the fact that he would not have a chance to see his son again before the signing.

Clarus made a thoughtful sound, before he said, "This seems extremely out of character for him."

"Agreed," Regis had thoughts regarding everything, of course. "Noctis is usually rarely so inconsiderate regarding protocol. I can only suspect that he must have been tired of having no control over the decisions made about him." A beat. "Have you heard from your son?"

Clarus made a frustrated sound, "Only a voicemail. We were preoccupied, and he clearly had little say in the matter."

Regis let a faint smirk show itself. "Princes. Always trouble, aren't they?"

"You have no room to talk, Your Majesty." No hesitation from Clarus to shut that one down.

The smirk was short-lived, however. As the situation settled back in his mind, Regis added, "I only lament the fact that I did not have a chance to say farewell to my son. I can live with it, as long as I know that he will be fine."

Once they arrived to the throne room, they entered from a door to the side — it was a means to allow quick passage in and out for the king and any other individuals — Clarus closed the door behind them. "Did the Captain explain why he changed his mind?"

"He did not, no." Regis said as he took his seat on the throne. Clarus pulled a small sheet of paper from the armiger and handed it over to him. It was a schedule for the audiences he had for the day. "In the end, it's only a slight inconvenience. The intention was to have him out of the city for the signing should anything goes awry."

Once finished with the list, Regis handed it back to Clarus. Something else came to mind, however, and Regis asked, "Speaking of the Captain — any update on the mission?"

"Drautos said a glaive had been selected. I hear that she departed a little over an hour ago."

The throne was not a comfortable chair — it was never intended to be, as a sign of rule — but Regis leaned back in it anyway. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The best part of it was that it got him off of his feet, as his knee ached. "Fantastic. Do you have any information on when she's expected to arrive in Tenebrae?"

"I do not, no." Clarus glanced to the doors at the base of the stairs. A pair of stewards had arrived and were exchanging papers between each other. "I was told that she is expected to take radio silence, since her movement is not official. She likely doesn't even carry any documentation to show that she's with the Kingsglaive."

Regis stretched his fingers across the armrest. He wanted to say something else, except one of the stewards walked up to the stairs and bowed. "Your Majesty, are you ready for your first visitor?"

He stretched his shoulders back and mumbled, only for Clarus to hear, "As ready as I can be."

Clarus snorted, then raised a hand. "His Majesty is ready."

THREE DAYS BEFORE THE SIGNING

Mornings started early at the Citadel. Especially now, since the treaty with Niflheim was around the corner. Regis stood at the windows in the throne room to look down on the square in front of the Citadel.

Once word of Luna's arrival to Insomnia made it to the Citadel, schedules that had been made for the morning needed to be moved around hastily. Regis contacted Drautos to send a car out to pick up Luna and bring her back immediately. Of course, this ramped up his own anxiety regarding the signing ceremony.

The fact that Lunafreya was in Insomnia meant that something happened with the mission. Regis couldn't help but wonder what happened to the glaive that had been sent for her. There was no way to use their links to his magic to identify the wellbeing of an individual. It was far easier with his retinue, due to the nature of their connections.

The worry-filled thoughts were broken as he heard his name behind him. Clarus had made it a point to quietly speak to him as to not draw any unwanted attention. "You seem troubled."

Regis didn't want to answer. He wanted the car to show up immediately so he could try and learn more about what had happened. He eventually mumbled, "It's nothing that can be solved immediately, unfortunately."

Clarus looked away from the window and to the doors. "Does it have anything to do with the Oracle?"

"Mostly that, yes." Regis answered without looking away from the window. It would be a lie to say that it was only her. He knew that by this time, it was likely that Noctis was in Galdin Quay, preparing to move on to Altissia, if he wasn't on the way already.

Instead, he wanted to watch the activity below, for the chance that he could get a glimpse of the arrival of the car. People were already setting up barricades and the various media screens needed to show the ceremony to the public. He only hoped for Luna to be here sooner than later so that she could be quietly whisked away to safety.

Clarus tilted his head slightly before he made a small sound from the back of his throat. "It has been a long time since I've seen you let your troubles bleed in so much to your work."

Regis groaned a little. He settled his shoulders slightly, and said, "Lunafreya plays an important part in everything as well. I had hoped for her to not come to Insomnia at all, as well."

A glance over showed that Clarus had started to walk away. He paused to say, "It seems that the gods had something else in mind."

"Hardly," Regis turned away to walk to the throne. "This could even be the hand of someone who seeks to undermine the Six."

Regis took his seat and said, "We need to adjust in turn to be prepared for the worst and ensure Luna's safety."

"Your Majesty!" A steward's voice calls out, preventing anything else from being said. "Three glaives are in the wing and have requested an audience."

Regis suddenly looked at Clarus. Only one glaive had been sent for Luna. Either others joined in, or something else has happened. Anxiety had been the word of the day so far, but as King there was no way he could let it show.

He was about to speak up to have the glaives brought in, except the doors were shoved open behind the steward. One of the trio of glaives marched through to the steps with a purpose. He was immediately followed by the other two, who were trying to get him to stop.

The steward chased after them, "Wait! We haven't announced you, yet!"

The uniform for the glaive that ran ahead of the group appeared to be hastily put on. It wasn't as neat as others that Regis had seen. His behavior also made it seem that he had little awareness of the decorum expected of one of the Kingsglaive. One of the Crownsguard tried to stop him, but he effortlessly ducked around the man to continue forward on his intended path.

The shouts of stop fell silent as he did exactly as they requested, except at the base of the stairs, with one of his boots planted on the first step. "Your Majesty! There are traitors in the Kingsglaive!"

With the exception of the other two glaives that were with him, the words stunned the throne room into silence. The other two quickly caught up to him and unlike their partner, they settled onto a knee at the foot of the stairs.

As with the rest of the attendees in the throne room, Regis was also stunned into silence. His blood ran cold. However, it wasn't due to the glaive's behavior or words. It was the glaive's voice. There was no possible way that he couldn't recognize the voice that belonged to his son. "You should be headed to Altissia."

Noctis quickly pulled back the hood of the jacket. "To hell with Altissia!" The hooded glaive(?) at his right quickly swatted at one of Noct's hands — likely over the language. Regis was able to put it together that it was likely one of his retinue. The immediate thought of it being Ignis only provided memories of the times he had been dragged into trouble by his charge.

Regis slowly inhaled, then exhaled. Luna was in the city, as was Noctis. He sent his son away to keep him out of the impending danger to the city. What he had not expected was for Noctis to come charging back in such a manner.

He watched as his son turned to the glaive on his left. "This is Crowe Altius. She was on her way to Tenebrae when another glaive attacked her with the intent of killing her."

Regis paused, then looked at her. "Is this true?"

The glaive pulled her hood back. Her brown hair was in a messy bun underneath it. He couldn't get a good look at her face since she kept her head bowed. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Silence followed as the Regis took the time to reconsider everything. The glaive that had been sent to Tenebrae had been attacked by one of her associates. She had left on a mission that was kept secret and on radio silence. This meant…

He broke off his thoughts to ask, "And I assume that this is Ignis at your side, Noctis?"

Ignis pulled his hood back as well. "Correct, Your Majesty. Many apologies for this. I told him that he should —"

Regis raised a hand. "You have no need to apologize for my son." He paused, then looked back at Noctis. It was strange seeing him in a glaive's uniform. "What of the rest of your retinue?"

"We could not move easily in as large of a group," Ignis answered for Noctis. During this, Noct seemed to cool down slightly and he took a step back to be on even ground again. "As a result, Gladiolus and Prompto have broken off to handle other issues."

There were a lot of things Regis was feeling at the moment. He was so proud of his son for making such a momentous decision to return to Insomnia upon the discovery of this plot. Yet at the same time, he also knew that he couldn't stand to have not just his son, but the Chosen King himself, in harm's reach. This was not what he wanted in the first place.

Regis looked back upon the group at the foot of the stairs. "Noctis, please approach the throne."

Noctis froze. He glanced at Ignis who gave him a nod. Regis remained seated as he watched his son quickly make his way up the stairs, until he was in front of the throne.

There was a determination to Noctis this time around. This was different from the last time they saw each other. He had every faith that his son could be every much the Crown Prince — and eventually King — he had hoped to see. Regis first took a deep breath, then moved his hands from the arms of the throne to set them in his lap.

"Noct," He spoke quietly. "Your presence in the city changes much — too much, I'm afraid." Noctis was just about protest the statement, except Regis held up a hand to indicate that he was not finished. "We do not have the time to explain everything that is at risk, but I need you to go."

"Dad, I can't —" Noctis took a step forward, but stopped as Regis shook his head.

He let out a deep sigh as he said, "Do not argue with me about this, son. I can't have you in —"

The doors to the throne room were suddenly pushed open, without announcement. "Wait, sir. Please…!" could be heard from the steward as another glaive arrived, as a very familiar young woman followed behind.

It was too late to try and not have them see each other. Noctis twisted around on his foot. He called down to the new arrivals, "Luna!"

Crowe also recognized the glaive, "Nyx, what are you doing here?"

Regis grit his teeth. He glanced over to the side at his Shield, then spoke up before any of the others at the base of the steps could continue talking. "We should have this discussion elsewhere."

He also needed time to work everything into place.

This meant that he needed to change the pieces that are on the board to ensure not only the future for two that meant dearly to him, but for the future of the world, as well. "Clarus, I would like for us to adjourn and continue this conversation to my office."

Clarus gave him a single nod before he said, "Yes, Your Majesty." Regis knew his friend knew enough about his misgivings to have picked up on what's likely going through his head.

"Noctis, we cannot discuss this further in a public setting. I need you — all of you — to come to my office in an hour. Does that work for you?"

The various expressions that crossed Noctis' face made Regis want to ask him a bunch of different questions, but eventually he relented and nodded. "Got it."

Without another word, Noctis spun around on his feet and began to hastily descend the stairs. Once he got to the bottom, he pulled up the hood and began to explain what was to happen.

Regis took his cane and stood up. "Clarus, we cannot waste time. We need to go to my office now, so that we can address these issues. I fear that everything I've been putting into play has been undone and I need consider a new plan of action."

He led the way. There was no speaking until they got to the hallway, and deviated onto a path to his study that which only a few people would have access. He felt the fatigue of the past few days sink in with each step, as he had to put more weight on his cane than usual. "If we have traitors in our midst, this is not a conversation that can be made in a space where it could be overheard."

Regis needed the hour. He needed the time in the office alone. He needed to go over everything he had been shown, planned, and considered. The pieces had to be reconsidered since the board had significantly changed.

The lovely day was a complete contrast to the storm that ran through Regis' mind. The office was filled with blacks and dark browns on the walls and furniture. It was a perfect fit to the dark and opulent design within the Citadel. However, it was also well lit as the sun filtered through drape covered windows. During the day, there was little need for lamps in the room, though Regis was no stranger to them with the long nights he often had as king.

As he sat down at his desk, he discarded his cane into the armiger. Regis closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He had requested to have time alone — even from Clarus — to get his thoughts in order.

He considered going to the Crystal to see if he could get any insight from it, but the primary focus on it would be the prophecy. Advice for the well-being of his loved ones would be very low on the priority list, especially from the visions that the Bladekeeper had given him.

Consulting the Lucii was another option, but one he knew he couldn't take. They were not only as biased towards the prophecy as Bahamut, but they had the tendency to be extreme in their suggestions. Having a 'level head' was not considered a requirement to be one of the Lucii.

Before Regis pushed to have the wedding on neutral ground, he had run over many different potential scenarios in his head. He simply needed to do the same once again.

It would be difficult to get either Luna or Noctis out of the city, let alone both, this late in the game. Too many pieces of the puzzle were already in place. Not only would it be difficult to get either of them out without notice — especially after the news had already reported on Luna's arrival — but it was obvious that neither would cooperate with the request.

Luna took her role as Oracle incredibly seriously. The Noctis of the past might have been talked into leaving, except he now knew the danger that Insomnia faced. In spite of Noct's anxieties towards the throne and crown, Regis knew his son would step up. He's already shown that in the throne room.

The news about traitors in the Kingsglaive was disconcerting, yet not surprising. Regis knew that there were criticisms towards the way he handled the Wall and how it impacted the refugees that lived within Insomnia. Unfortunately, he was in a situation where his hands were tied. He lacked the strength to push the wall outward and protect more people.

It was logical to say that Niflheim was somewhere behind the traitor that had tried to kill Altius. He couldn't determine how much of it was on the surface, though. That would require knowing whether or not her attacker was aware that he was following Imperial direction?

Unfortunately, it was likely too late to ask, as Regis was sure the glaive would likely be dead. Not only were the Kingsglaive trained to be lethal in their combat, but so were Noctis and his retinue. They had been trained to disarm and defend, but they were also taught to take lethal action if no other choice was available.

The end result was that Regis realized that he needed to hide either Noct, Luna, or both within Insomnia, and ensure that the city was not attacked. An attack on the city was always a potential risk during the talks, and it was more clear now than ever that they had a means within the Wall.

Regis paused. He leaned forward at his desk and set his head against the palm of his left hand.

The treaty called for the surrender of all Lucian lands outside of Insomnia. If Niflheim wanted the utter defeat of Lucis, it meant that they only had to take out the city.

Regis opened his eyes as he settled on a single thought. There would be no reason to attack the city if it, too, was surrendered.

"But," he mumbled to himself, "what are the chances that this would even work?"

There wasn't much time to think on that when there was a knock at the door. Regis sat up and took a deep breath to get his thoughts in order.

He was out of time.

Once he felt prepared, he spoke up, "Come in."

It was Clarus. He opened the door and said, "Excuse me, Your Majesty."

Then he turned to hold it open for the five from the throne room to enter. Once they were in, Clarus shut the door and remained inside the office at it.

Without missing a beat, Regis offered a weak smile to them. "I apologize for the delay in speaking with all of you." He gestured to Crowe. "I've already heard your name, but you are —" he turned look at the other glaive.

The glaive set his fist over his heart and bowed, "Nyx Ulric, Your Majesty."

"Nyx Ulric," Regis said, to help add to the recognition, "Please have my thanks for bringing Lunafreya to the Citadel."

He looked over the group and said, "I will have words for all of you, but I first need to speak with Noctis and Luna."

There were varying degrees of responses, before he gestured to Luna to have her approach the desk. "Luna, it's good to see you. I wish it could have been in better circumstances."

"I, as well, Your Majesty." As graceful as ever, Luna offered a curtsy to him. "Nyx and I spoke to Noctis about this. There was a traitor within your forces?"

Regis nodded once. "According to my son, and I have no reason to disbelieve his statement." He looked to Noctis. "Do you have the name of the glaive?"

Noctis hesitated, then looked at Crowe. "Did you recognize him?"

"Yeah," Crowe said. There was a harsh tone to her voice. "It was Luche Lazarus."

This caused Nyx to whirl around and look at her. "Are you sure?"

She snapped back, "Of course, I'm sure, Nyx."

Regis remained silent and simply listened to the conversation. Nyx added, "If he was there to kill you…"

"This plot is deeper than expected?" Crowe finished for him. "Yeah. I could've told you that."

"I assume," Regis spoke up, "That Luche had a position of power within the Kingsglaive?"

Both Nyx and Crowe responded simultaneously, with a "Yeah," and "He did."

With a nod, Regis continued, "Then I must agree with the two of you. This is likely to go much deeper than just someone acting out of line."

He tapped on the desk as he put his thoughts together.

He was out of time.

Regis had to commit to the plan, and start putting things together on the fly. He leaned to the side and pulled open the bottom drawer on the left of his desk. Inside, was a box of polished obsidian wood. It had hinges to imply that the top could be lifted, along with a small partition underneath that had a gold lock on it. He lifted it from the drawer and set it on his desk.

Clarus raised an eyebrow, upon seeing it. Regis shook his head, since he didn't want his Shield saying anything.

The box was pushed forward to the edge of the desk. "Noctis, please take this and put it in your armiger."

"O- okay." He stepped up to the desk and lifted the box. He was surprised at its weight, but did as he was told.

"To both you and Luna, I assume that asking you to leave Insomnia is out of the question, so I will not do so.

"Instead," He paused, then looked directly at his son. "I ask that you take Luna somewhere and hide."

Noctis was about to say something when Luna interrupted him. "I'm sorry, King Regis, but that is not a plan that I can agree with."

She smiled as she folded her hands in front of her. "I know that the Empire seeks to keep me under their control, and should I go with Noctis, it will only serve to put him in their crosshairs as well. I feel that, in order for him to complete his duty, I must remain away from him."

"Luna," Noctis spoke up. "I'm sure we can find a way —"

Luna turned to look at Noctis. She had a sad smile on her face. "Perhaps we can, but there are no guarantees. When our destinies call for us to come together, I will accept it, but for the time being, I believe that it is in our best interests to go our separate ways."

She offered her hand to him, which he readily took. Regis felt a pang of sorrow as he watched the pair. Noctis gave her a careful nod, before he said, "I get it. I don't like it..."

When he looked at Regis, Noctis added, "But she's right, Dad." He hesitated, before he said, "And I don't know if I can protect her."

Regis frowned. He knew his son's misgivings in these situations, and it was sad to hear it first hand like this. He asked, "Will you still go into hiding, at least?"

There's a pause, then Noctis nodded. "Yeah. I will."

There was some relief there, "Good." He looked past Noctis. "Ignis, I trust you, Gladiolus, and Prompto to keep him safe."

Ignis offered a bow of his head, "Absolutely, Your Majesty."

"Crowe Altius. Nyx Ulric." Both suddenly stood at attention as he said their names. Regis called his cane from the armiger and stood up. "I have an extremely important request to give the two of you. Please do not be angry with what I'm about to do."

There wasn't a response from them, but they both remained at attention. Regis paused at the pair, then held his cane out to Noctis, who accepted it readily. This freed up both hands so that one could be held before each of the pair.

The magic with each of the glaives was like a tapestry. It felt like a larger picture woven of threads of power in the back of his mind. However, when up close to two of them, it was easy for Regis to pick out which threads were theirs.

As he focused his mind on them, Regis closed his hands, as if grasping the lines themselves, then pulled towards him. He felt the snap of magic as the weight came loose on his end. Crowe and Nyx suddenly stumbled as well, though they were quick enough to not fall to the ground.

"Your Majesty," Nyx looked up. His voice was laced with shock. "What did you —" Crowe didn't have anything to say. She had her hand to her head.

"I've cut my magic from the two of you." Regis explained. He held his hand out, and when Noctis handed his cane back to him, he said, "Noctis, I need you to bind them to your magic now."

This was a surprise to Noctis. "What?"

"This isn't like how you bound your retinue to you." Regis continued, as a means to give instruction. "They will be your glaives instead of mine."

He glanced to Crowe and Nyx, before adding, "My son's magic will feel different to you and it will take time to grow accustomed to it. I regret that this was the way it had to be done, but we have precious little time to move forward with this."

"I get it." Crowe laughed. She sounded exhausted, but Regis figured that would be a given. "I only wish you just warned us a little more."

Regis cast a slight smile as he said, "I apologize."

He stepped aside and gestured for Noctis to take his place in front of Crowe and Nyx. "This will be different from what you have done for your retinue."

Regis watched in silence as Noctis closed his eyes. He set one hand on his son's back, to give him some sort of encouraging touch.

"Here, you need to splinter a piece of your magic away and tie it to them."

Noctis did not open his eyes. He was, at least, trying. He shook his head and mumbled, "I'm not strong enough for that."

A helpless glance was given to the two glaives before Regis returned his attention to Noctis. "You keep telling yourself that, but I can promise that you are far more talented than you believe.

"I can guide you, but I cannot do this for you." Regis spoke softly. It had been so long since he had been directly involved in his son's magic instruction. He certainly missed it. To have one last lesson was bittersweet.

He acted exactly as he said. Though Regis did not have the kind of strength he possessed years ago, he could still deftly use magic. He had sensed his son's potential many times. He used his own power to be a guiding hand. It was like a metaphysical version of showing someone to tie special knots of string, only the string in this case was the Crystal's power.

It did not take long. Noctis learned fast. He always did. Once he was able to tie Crowe to his magic, Regis took a step back and watched as his son did the same to Nyx on his own.

"You weren't kidding," Nyx mumbled, likely from how the change in magic felt. He glanced at Crowe. "You okay?"

She nodded once. Regis couldn't tell what was going through their heads, but hopefully these two would quickly adapt to Noctis' power. "Good work, son."

Noctis brought his hand to his head, and stood there, until first Ignis, then Luna whispered to him. He eventually stood up straight and held his hand out to Crowe, first. She took it to shake his. Then another handshake was done with Nyx as well.

"It is time to send everyone on their way," Regis spoke up to cut all of this off. They didn't have time. He still had a lot that needed to be done. "Thank you for taking on my request."

Both Crowe and Nyx bowed to him. Regis turned to look at Noctis. He reached out to set his hand on his son's shoulder and to give a firm grip to it. "I'm sure you understand, Noctis, that there is much at stake for not only Insomnia, but Lucis and this world."

Noctis only nodded, so Regis was able to continue. "I had hoped you would not be in the city, as I suspected that there would be foul play at the signing. This news of the traitor has all but confirmed it to me.

"Because of this, I've had to make a change in my plans. Should they go as intended, there is much that you will lose. However, you will also live, should this work, and that is more important than anything else."

"What about you, Dad?" Noctis asked.

Regis gave him a sad, but reassuring smile. "I am not the future, my son. Whatever happens to me from hereon out is unimportant."

With those words, Regis simply pulled Noctis close into a hug. He didn't want to let go, especially since he knew that this would very likely be the last time he saw his son. When Noctis returned the gesture, he let out a deep breath.

Regis let go and gently pushed his son back. "Walk tall, Noctis. Stay strong. And remember to never look back, no matter what."

Once the emotions were bottled back up, he looked at Ignis. "Take care of him for me, please."

While Regis' own emotions were bottled, it was clear that the others in the room had realized exactly what he meant with the words to his son. Even Ignis was hesitant before he nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

The next look was in Clarus' direction, "Please see my son and his company out. I need a few moments."

All that was said was a quick, "Understood, Your Majesty," from his old friend, before the door was shut.

The office fell into silence, save for the sound of his cane falling to the floor. Regis let himself stumble back into one of the chairs in front of his desk. The chair was reserved for guests and visitors, but it hadn't been touched through the whole visit with his guests. He set his face in his hands and closed his eyes.

Time marched on.

Regis had no clue how much time had passed. He hadn't moved. He remained in the chair, and gave himself time to mourn. He knew he would not have the time to do so once Clarus returned.

The door opened, then closed. The only one who would enter unannounced would be his Shield. He came to realize that nothing interrupted his thoughts. He could hear the footsteps, but no voice.

Perhaps the melancholy that hung through the room trapped others in it. Regis certainly didn't know.

Eventually, he lifted his head, and began to reach for his cane. Except his old friend was there to pick it up and hand it to him.

Regis used it to slowly push himself onto his feet. While he struggled earlier, he felt many times heavier, and turned to walk to his desk. Once seated in his chair he closed his eyes and took stock of his situation. He had to compartmentalize himself to be a King once more, rather than a father who just said his final goodbye to his son.

"Are you going to be okay, Reggie?"

Regis looked up at Clarus. "I have no other choice."

The silence hung in the room for another minute, maybe even two.

Finally, he took on his kingly composure — years of practice coming to use — to ask, "I assume they are on their way?"

A pause. It seemed that his Shield got the message before he said, "Yes, Your Majesty. Except Lunafreya and Nyx opted to go their own route."

This was a surprise, "And Nyx?"

With the clarification, Clarus had a faint smile. "Noctis ordered him to watch over Luna as long as possible."

All Regis could do was laugh. "That sounds about right." He pushed to stand up again. Clarus moved to come over to help, but he held a hand up. He knew where to find the documents that he wanted.

"The box?" Clarus pointed out. "That was the — "

"What it was," Regis interrupted, "is unimportant. Something to assist him in the future. What is important is that I have three tasks I need for you to complete." Regis spoke as he walked with the help of his cane to the filing cabinet. He pulled a drawer open and began to search through the files and papers.

When he found it, a tan envelope was pulled from the cabinet. While he held it, he used the back of the hand to push the drawer shut again. Once back at his desk, he opened the envelope and began to flip through its contents. "First, I need you to speak to Cor. Let him know that he needs to work with Monica and Dustin. The three of them are to continue with the plan and get as many people as they can out of the city as a precaution."

Clarus acknowledged this with a quick, "Understood, Your Majesty."

Once content with what he found in the envelope, he sealed it shut again. He opened the middle drawer of his desk. "Second, I need you to reach out to the Imperial delegation and send a message to Emperor Aldercapt. I would like to meet with him tomorrow to discuss a proposal I'd like to make before we meet to sign the treaty."

This was a surprising request. Clarus raised an eyebrow. "…are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of something in my life, Clarus." A box of stationary was set on the desk, as well as a box with one of his good pens. A sheet was pulled from the box and he began to write a message on it. "We must remain one step ahead of these changes."

The office fell into an uncomfortable silence as he finished his letter. He addressed it to a manager with the Mercatorum Group who remained on good terms with the crown after Aulea's death. When he finished, he used a stamp to apply an embossed seal to the letter, then slipped it into an envelope of its own.

Regis took both envelopes and stared at them in silence. He could have said that this last order would be the point of no return… but who was he kidding? He passed that when he told Noctis to leave.

"And last," Regis offered both envelopes to his old friend. "I need you to leave the Citadel once you have completed your other two tasks."

"You can't —"

Regis did not let him interrupt and talked over to him. "You are to deliver this to the Mercatorum Group." Once he was committed, it wasn't difficult to keep his voice steady. "Your son will be with mine, and as I trust Noctis, I can be sure of Gladiolus' safety. I do not want you to come back. Instead, take care of your daughter. You may be my Shield, but this is not a path that I can allow you to walk."

The office was silent once again. Clarus didn't reach for the envelopes. "What are you saying?"

Regis set his hands on the desk. "We both know how terrible I am at gambling. I suspect that I know the end result of this bet."

Clarus half snorted, half laughed, "You were terrible at it, yes."

The joke made Regis laugh, as he thought about times long passed. "I cannot have you throwing your life away like this. I know you will be an important asset to my son, and I need you to watch over him for me."

The sound that his Shield made was a clear sign that he did not like where this was going. "Certainly, you have someone else that could deliver this?"

With the shake of his head, Regis said, "I cannot. I need you to act in place of my Hand. This order, along with those papers, must be delivered immediately."

It was a slow and reluctant action, but Clarus relented and took the envelopes. "Surely we can find another way."

"I believe," Regis said carefully, "that we're at the end of the line. The Kingsglaive are compromised. I've run the Crownsguard too thin to be able to handle this situation. You and I both know that Niflheim will do whatever it takes to get the Crystal."

This time, he let the sadness he felt trickle into his words, "I have made too many mistakes up to this point, and Niflheim has put me in check. Any play I can make now is a losing play for me. I only hope that my last action will allow Noctis to take his rightful place and fulfill his destiny. Insomnia will no longer be in our hands in two days."

The words tell Clarus exactly what is expected to happen. He gave Regis a slow nod before saying, "Thank you." A pause. "I pray the gods watch over you."

Regis finally let a smile show, as he said, "And you, as well, old friend."

The exchange was awkward. Anything that could have been said to Clarus had already been said over many years.

Once his Shield left the office, Regis remained alone and in silence. He had to contemplate the details of his next steps.

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TWO DAYS BEFORE THE SIGNING

Regis did not sleep well. That was a given. After he sent everyone away, he had to handle the rest of the preparations himself. It was for the best, though, since many weren't tasks that could be delegated in the first place. They were all in preparation for his last minute change of plans.

The next morning was an early one. Regis had ordered the staff away from the Crystal chamber to do a last minute examination on its security. He knew that once he handed the keys of the city over, the Crystal would be Niflheim's first target.

Once content, he returned to the throne room. As he sat onto the throne itself, the fatigue of the activity from the past twenty-four hours seeped into his bones, but he paid it little mind. His cane had been dismissed into the armiger and now he sat with his sword set across his knees. Regis let his fingers trace the decorative engravings that sliced through the weapon's black steel.

It was too late to turn back.

Everything had already been put into motion. Many of the things he did could not be stopped once put into motion. He had no illusions of surviving the next twenty-four hours so he had to make sure the rest of his plan operated without his oversight.

However, he was an old king. His life wasn't as long as he hoped, and it certainly wasn't perfect, but he did his best with the hands he was dealt. He knew his only option was to fold and hope that it was played well enough to give Noctis an advantage once he was dealt in.

Regis knew that this was a very strange sight. He should not be handling a weapon when he was about to argue for a last minute change in the treaty. On top of that, a king seated upon the throne while armed could perhaps even be seen as an unspoken declaration of war.

All things considered, he kind of was declaring war. Not in the conventional sense, and not one that would start immediately. Regis knew that he wouldn't be the one making that declaration official.

"Your Majesty," a voice called from the doors of the throne room. "Emperor Aldercapt has arrived."

Regis looked up. He did not dismiss the sword. Instead, he set it to the side. "Thank you. Have the Crownsguard take him to room 3 off of the Hall of History."

This seemed to puzzle the man, as he asked, "But there won't be room for security in there."

"I am aware. I intend for this to be a private meeting between leaders. Crownsguard and his own security detail can be posted at the door, but I wish for it to just be the two of us in the room."

"Und—" The man faltered. He set his fist over his heart and bowed. "Understood." With those words, he left through the doors that the attendants closed behind him.

Regis took his weapon in hand and looked to the windows. There were many days when he would stand watch over the plaza from them. If he returned to them, he may even be caught in daydreams, wondering if this gambit would even work.

No.

Regis knew that he could not waste any time. That, and he already had his last look from them earlier today.

He slowly rose to his feet and took a careful breath. Regis looked out to the attendants and called out, "Clear the throne room. I will follow outside momentarily."

A couple of voices that responded, 'yes, Your Majesty' went unheard as Regis turned to look at the throne. He set a hand on the arm.

One last piece of the puzzle needed to be put in place to preserve his son's ascension.

"Is this a joke?"

Half an hour later, Regis and Emperor Aldercapt were seated across from each other at a small table. The room was equally small, as the Crownsguard noted earlier, but it was also an intimate setting that could be leveraged — hopefully in Regis' favor.

Being in such a small room, ruler to ruler, without any sort of guard was a questionable decision. Regis understood that from the start. Anything could happen between the two of them and no one would be there to stop it. On top of it, there was the fact that he might have just told the Imperial emperor that he wanted to change the terms of the treaty.

Regis may have had a losing hand, but he knew he could play it to his favor. Especially because he knew how much Niflheim coveted both Lucis and the Crystal.

Regis set his hands on the table, but didn't move otherwise. He had set a folio between himself and the emperor. It was open and faced him so that he could read the new proposal. With a calm tone, Regis simply said, "I assure you, this is nothing of the sort."

First, he shifted slightly in his seat. Then, Regis moved his hands from the table and set them in his lap. He kept himself calm and collected as he added, "I have come into information that there are intentions from Niflheim regarding both Insomnia and the Crystal."

He expected Aldercapt to interject, as this was a direct accusation. Which put him in the perfect spot to hold a hand up and stall the older man as he opened his mouth. "Please, allow me to finish."

Regis didn't expect the emperor to be silenced so easily, but he suspected that, in this situation, he was being treated with kids gloves, so to speak. There was a heavily implied, 'I will entertain what you have to say' that hung in the air, in spite of the words themselves not being directly spoken.

"The Empire has won." Regis hoped that the concession to the war would smooth ruffled feathers, at the very least. "The recent attack was too much for the Kingsglaive. Now, we have also discovered dissidents within the capital. We are unable to determine whether or not they are loyal to the Empire or if they're simply dissatisfied with the Crown — which I do not hold against them. As such, they are a clear weakness that could precipitate the downfall of this city."

He paused, then added, "And I assure you that is the last thing I want. There have already been too many costs to this war."

"I'm glad that you finally see reason." Aldercapt added. "This war has gone on far too long. However, I thought that we had already agreed to this."

"We did," Regis answered. "That's why the peace treaty exists in its current form. Except the peace treaty would not help the city should something happen in the days leading up to it, which I sincerely believe will be the case.

"As a result," Regis moved a hand to tap the folio — and the drafted paper set within, "To ensure the safety of all Lucians, I would like to change the terms of the peace agreement to be that of a complete, and total surrender, including Insomnia."

There was no movement immediately. Nothing said. It was clear that Emperor Aldercapt was considering the offer that was — literally — on the table in front of him.

He finally spoke, a clear hesitation in his words, "I will have to discuss this with—"

Regis shook his head, "I'm only making this offer now. The council is not aware of the decision I have made, and I wish it to stay that way. If you walk out without agreeing to this statement of surrender, you and I shall continue with the peace treaty as planned."

This left the small room with an uncomfortable silence. Aldercapt pulled the folio over to him and began to read over everything. Regis refused to allow himself to fidget or move around too much. Instead, he sat in complete silence and watched the emperor go over the paperwork. He needed this ultimatum to ensure that there was no real opportunity to think or discuss with people who could point out any potential flaws in this hastily arranged plan.

Eventually, the emperor asked, "I don't understand. What's in it for you?"

"The safety of my people and of this city." There was no hesitation in Regis' answer. He pulled a pen out from the armiger and offered it to Aldercapt, in case he wanted to sign.

The older ruler only stared at it in silence, before he looked past it to its holder. "This agreement may not bode well for you."

Without letting his voice waver, Regis answered, "I fully expect the consequences of such an agreement and have made my peace regarding them."

Aldercapt took the pen and looked over the document again. "I expect you will see some fallout with the Council."

"It matters little at this point."

Once Regis spoke those words, Aldercapt signed the paper. He closed the folio, set the pen on top, and slid it back. "I suppose it does.

"What of the ceremony?" The emperor set his hands on the table in front of him.

Regis shook his head. "Unnecessary, by this point. I'll ensure everything about that is relayed to the Citadel staff tonight. I suppose we can address this to the public tomorrow?"

When Aldercapt spoke, he had his full confidence again. "That we can." He rose from his seat and held a hand out to Regis. "May tomorrow usher in a new future for Niflheim."

Those words made Regis feel sick to his stomach. He bit back everything he wanted to say. Instead, he gripped his cane and pushed himself onto his feet. "And for the Lucian people."

With those words, he took Iedolas' hand. It made Regis feel a bit sick to his stomach to know that he had just signed off his kingdom.

Without another word, Emperor Aldercapt left the room. There were voices outside — likely his security detail. Regis listened as they talked about leaving the Citadel and returning to Caelum Via.

Regis felt his legs buckle and he dropped back into the chair with a deep exhale. "Your Majesty!" A pair of Crownsguard quickly entered the room and started to check on him. "Is something the matter?"

"This is just fatigue." He set a hand on the arm of the one closest to him. "I would like an escort to my office, however."

"Absolutely." The middle-aged man said. He gripped Regis' arm to help him stand. "Where has Lord Amicitia been all day?"

Regis stood up with the guard's help, "He has been given a task to perform as my Hand for now, instead of as a Shield. He will not be back tonight." A pause. "I apologize if this adds more work to you."

"No worries, Your Majesty. It's just a bit concerning with the ceremony around the corner."

Regis wished he could tell the full truth — that he sent Clarus away to survive what's going to happen. He knew that if he said as much, though, he would set the Crownsguard into a panic. That was the last thing he needed. "There's nothing to worry about. Clarus and I spoke at length about how this may impact the ceremony."

Regis accepted the escort to his office. Though the hardest part was done — getting the surrender agreement signed — he still had more work to do. Mostly in the form of paperwork. He needed to let people know that stuff for the signing ceremony is changing.

He also had to give permissions to Aldercapt for entry to the Citadel tomorrow.

During all of this, however, thoughts kept floating into the back of his head as to where both Noctis and Lunafreya had gone. This should give them plenty of time to find places to hide. Regis fully expected that Niflheim would try to find Noctis once everything was said and done — he was a guarantee towards the continuity of Lucian government. They wouldn't allow the family line to continue, out of worry that it would risk their control of the city.

"Your Majesty?"

The voice belonged to the Lucian press secretary. She had only been hired about two years ago, but she was handling the job very well. She often took charge in making sure events were properly conveyed and sent to the right teams for scheduling, as well. Regis needed to speak with her over the changes.

"Sorry," Regis said sheepishly. "I must have been distracted by some wandering thoughts. Please continue."

"If you're sure." She was pleasant, as always. A pause, then, "I've already provided the necessary permissions to ensure that Emperor Adlercapt and his entourage are allowed in by 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. I have also submitted notices to local news outlets to ensure that their press teams are available for an announcement an hour later at 10 o'clock regarding the status of the peace treaty. Does this work for you?"

Regis nodded, "It does, thank you."

"Please note that I suspect that there will already be talks of this. The emperor's visit to the Citadel did not go unnoticed today, and they will be speculating based on that and the notice that has gone out. Especially as it is also now on the official schedule. Will that be okay?"

No, Regis wanted to say. He knew he had to go with it, though. "It is fine, yes. They can discuss whatever they wish. I doubt that any of them will be able to predict this."

The young woman nodded once. She skimmed over her notes, then added, "What of the council? Have you spoken to them about this? This seems to be extremely last minute."

"You are correct," Regis answered, "It is last minute, but I have my reasons. However, they will — unfortunately — have to wait until tomorrow morning, as well. I'm sure that there will be attempts to stop what has already been put into motion."

He withdrew the folio from the armiger and set it on his desk. "Before you see this, please note that what I am showing you is with the request that you ensure its contents remain within this office."

She frowned. The young woman had reached for the folio but his warning gave her pause. "I promise that I will keep that information close."

Regis lifted his hand from the folio, and she picked it up. It didn't take her long to read it after she opened it. He watched as the color faded from her face and she suddenly looked up at him. "Y- Your Majesty…"

Regis didn't let his expression change. "I expect you to be able to handle things once everything plays out."

She numbly closed the folio and set it back on the desk. "Yes, sir."

"Your job may become more difficult after tomorrow, and I apologize for it. However, I see no other way without preserving Insomnian lives."

She took a deep breath, gathered her composure — that's why she was hired — and said, "Yes, Your Majesty. I'll be sure everything is ready for tomorrow's announcement."

"Thank you. You're dismissed." Regis paused. Then added, "And try not to work all night. Spend some time with your friends and family, if you can."

"Of course, Your Majesty. Thank you."

With those words, she left.

And Regis leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

THE DAY BEFORE THE SIGNING THE DAY OF THE SURRENDER

The next morning was, as always, an early one. Sleep was hard to come by due to nerves and anxiety. Though he had mellowed out over the years, he still had bouts of these issues throughout his rule.

None were ever like this, however.

What was important, however, was that he made it through to the preparations. He arrived to the hall where they were to meet before they stepped outside to make the announcement in front of the Citadel.

Though he was escorted by Crownsguard, Regis faltered in his steps as he saw who else was in the room.

He spoke her name, "Lunafreya…"

This drew the attention of the blonde woman. At her side was Nyx, the glaive that he had recently seen with Noctis. Luna smiled and offered a curtsy as she said a cordial, "Your Majesty," in greeting. Nyx followed up with a bow to him, as well.

He picked up the pace, his steps slowed by his use of the cane, and paused as he arrived at Luna's side. "What are you doing here?"

"I cannot step away from my duties," Luna said calmly, "and I had been requested by the Emperor to be a witness to this change of power."

It made sense. The role of the Oracle often oversaw many changes in rule or coronations. She played a role to placate the people and ensure them that though things may create an uncertain future, the gods backed such changes.

Regis nodded to her in agreement. He looked at Nyx. "And what of my son?"

"I've not seen him since we split up a couple of days ago." Nyx said, "But I know where he is, though. You have nothing to worry about. He's fine."

"Good," Regis walked past them to sit down at the table. "Please don't say anything further. The less I know, the safer he will be."

Luna took the seat next to him and Nyx offered to stand behind them. They kept with the general small talk while others began to filter into the room. Mostly press officials with the Citadel, as well as other members of the Imperial staff. Eventually, once Emperor Aldercapt stepped in, everyone — including Regis — stood up to greet him.

The niceties were what anyone would expect during an event with rulers together. However, while Regis only somewhat expected the chancellor to join in on the visit, he did not expect to see Ravus with them, as well.

As he walked through the room, Regis cast a glance to Luna, who only shook her head as soon as she saw the glance.

Staff offered glasses of water to the guests as they took their seats, and others joined afterwards. Regis forced himself to drink from his glass, but not much. Too much was moving too fast now. In an hour, it would be official — Insomnia would no longer be under Lucian control.

The next half hour was spent with everyone discussing how the announcement would go. It was decided that Regis would read off the proclamation with Aldercapt stepping in afterwards to address the new Imperial citizens.

There were occasional pauses as Aldercapt and Chancellor Izunia had numerous pauses to whispering amongst each other. Somehow, Ardyn did not look pleased? This was an interesting development. A lot must have happened behind the scenes with the Imperials as well.

Once they had completed the plans and discussions, both Regis and Aldercapt rose first — both as the leaders involved in the exchange being made. The thought of it being an exchange left a somewhat bitter note in the back of Regis' mind.

The walk to the steps, where they would both give their speeches continued in silence.

Once outside, the press team did everything that Regis had expected. A podium had been setup with the audio crew handling the speakers and mics. There was no denying that something was happening. Not with the regular visits from Niflheim's emperor over the past couple of days.

Officials all left the building to take their places at the top of the steps, with Lunafreya following behind them.

Regis silently thanked the gods that Aldercapt was not in any mood for small talk. He did occasionally glance over towards the emperor and the chancellor — both of whom were still busy whispering between each other.

Everything suddenly felt… empty when he didn't have Clarus or the usual suspects on hand. Regis hadn't quite realized how much he relied on them — not just for the company, but the handling of everything.

A man in an ornate suit stepped up beside him, which thankfully pulled Regis away from his somewhat maudlin thoughts. He greeted the man with a soft spoken, "Counselor Isidorus."

"Your Majesty," the counselor whispered. "I heard that the terms of the treaty are being changed to a complete surrender. Is this true?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Regis gave a slight nod. He kept his voice low so that Aldercapt and Izunia couldn't hear the conversation. "The situation changed and I needed to act accordingly to ensure the future of Lucis."

"But there won't be a future if we surrender." Isidorus sounded very upset with this. Though, with all of the council being left out of the decision, Regis fully understood that they would be.

Regis couldn't be apologetic for it. Not when it was too late to take the decision back. "For the immediate future, certainly. However, there are larger problems at hand, moreso than what you or myself are capable of dealing with at this time."

When he continued, Regis set a hand on the counselor's arm and gave it a firm grip. "Take note of who is not here."

Isidorus looked around, then took in a slight breath as he seemed to come to the realization. "His Highness. He's—"

"Not to be sought out." Regis stressed. "He is the key to everything. Let this happen, and though it may be difficult at first, we will land on our feet and one day, Noctis will take his place as the True King of Lucis."

There was a long hesitation from Isidorus, before he nodded. "I understand, Your Majesty."

"Work with them, and—" Regis stopped as the doors opened. He looked forward, and realized that there was no more time. He moved his hand to set it on the counselor's shoulder. He spoke with a strength to his voice, in spite of the whispers, "I need for all of you to work with Niflheim and minimize the damage that can be done from within. My son will return."

There was no chance for Isidorus to make a comment, before Regis turned forward to walk through the doors and into the sunlight. He was only peripherally aware of the man's deep bow in return to the order.

There was a crowd gathered in the courtyard of the Citadel — nothing at all like what would have been seen in two days with the signing ceremony, however. The front areas were packed with the press. Photographers, videographers, and reporters lined the base of the steps.

As everyone took their places behind the podium, there was a pause before Regis took his first steps forward. He paused at the podium, first to hook is can on a rail that lined the back, then to look over who was there. There were no faces he recognized outside of business case relations. As King, Regis learned to know many reporters and other members of the press, since they played such a major role in the governing of not just Insomnia, but Lucis as a whole.

Regis let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that no one related to his son was in the crowd. "Good morning, people of Insomnia. Also, good morning to those of you outside of the crown city, throughout the rest of Lucis. This declaration that I am about to read is meant for everyone, not just one part of this kingdom."

As he spoke, Regis called out the the leather folio from the armiger. By this specific hour, it had been held by many hands. Hopefully, this exchange will be its last. He set it onto the podium and looked at the document. He tapped his fingers anxiously, before he began to read.

"On this day, the 15th, of this fifth month, in the year 756," His couldn't hide the sadness in his words. "I, Regis Lucis Caelum, 113th King of Lucis, announce the complete and unconditional surrender of all Lucian territories, including the Crown City of Insomnia.

"I speak these words before Emperor Iedolas Aldercapt, the Emperor of Niflheim in his radiance, as Lunafreya Nox Fleuret stands as witness both for us mortals and of the gods themselves."

Regis hesitated and set his hands on the edge of the podium, and he looked over to Luna. She pursed her lips slightly, before she offered a curtsy in his direction, then approached the podium. He took his cane back and stepped away for her to take his place.

"In my capacity as the Oracle, I bear witness to this momentous occasion." Regis noted that Luna kept her face as neutral as possible. She certainly did not seem to agree with the words she spoke. "The gods will be with us and watch over us as we step into this new future."

As he clutched the head of his cane with his left hand, Regis set his right hand on top. He felt the ring underneath his palm and wondered if she spoke the truth of that as well. There was no way the Bladekeeper would be pleased at the loss of Lucian control over the Crystal.

As she finished, he spoke, "Thank you very much, Your Highness."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Luna bowed her head as she backed away to let him approach the podium again.

Once he was at the podium, he didn't put his cane down. Instead, he just said, "At this point, Emperor Aldercapt will address you as your new leader. Thank you for everything you have done for this nation."

I wish I could have done more for you.

Regis wanted to say it. He didn't. He simply stepped back. He left the folio on the podium for Aldercapt to allow the emperor to begin his speech.

It was then, and only then, when Regis realized how silent it was. No applause, no cheers. Everyone had been stunned into a silent shock. He could feel it. It hung in the air and was palpable.

May the gods forgive me.

"Your Majesty," That all-too-familiar slimy voice spoke up behind him. Regis shifted to look at Ardyn, though the red-haired man paused, before he said, "Though I suspect that you should no longer be called such, am I correct?"

This was uncomfortable. Ardyn clearly had no sense of personal space — he had stepped further in than would even be considered appropriate in such a situation. However, Regis also knew that he did not have any means to argue or fight back. These were the new rulers of Lucis now. He simply conceded with a simple, "I suppose you're correct, yes."

"Such a shame," The man's drawl turned dark. "I had thought it would be far more satisfying to kill you while you were still a Lucian king.

"But we can't have everything, can we?"

Regis opened his mouth to speak up, but faltered. He knew that his death would be something expected, but he never thought it would be so public.

…nor did he expect the red glimmer of light as Ardyn drew a blade from… an armiger.

"You." Regis hissed. Suddenly, too many pieces came together — and they came together fast. Adagium had not only been with the empire, but in a position of power and trust.

Ardyn swung his blade, except Regis called on one of the weapons from his own to stop the weapon in the air.

There were shouts and screams behind him. The Emperor himself even stopped in his speech and turned around. Crownsguard began to approach Regis while the various MTs quickly put themselves in place as a shield to Aldercapt.

All he got was a smile — a sickening and satisfied one, no less — before Ardyn smoothly said with a dark tone to his words, "You finally remember."

"Not that I could help it," Regis felt his strength fading as he held the blade back with his own. It was not his weapon of the Royal Arms, instead one of the others he had stowed away for safekeeping. "You look quite different."

"This is how I normally look, King Regis."

Another voice called out — this one he recognized as Nyx's, "Your Majesty!" Then another echoed it, Luna's.

Regis quickly shook his head at them with a glance. When Ardyn asked, "Where is your son, Your Majesty?" — it told him that he's now not only trying to protect his son from Niflheim, but he's also protecting the King of Kings from Adagium.

Regis let a faint smirk show itself. For once, in all of this war with Niflheim, he found that he had the upper hand. "Nowhere that I can tell you, Chancellor."

Ardyn pulled his sword back and gestured lightly with it. "Such a shame. You know that the only reason you live now is because the Bladekeeper wanted your son to be born."

A neutral expression fell back to Regis' face as he said, "I am aware of this."

Ardyn sneered, "Then you also know that I have no reason to keep you alive this time."

Regis didn't have a chance to speak. A blade that wasn't the one in Ardyn's hand suddenly pierced through his chest. He heard voices behind him. A scream, another that called out his name. There were more shouts from the people behind him.

And it felt as if the world went silent way too abruptly. He heard the clatter of his cane as it hit the ground. As he buckled to his knees, he could hear the groan and scrapes of metal from his brace.

Ardyn ripped the sword from his body. The force of the movement pulled his body with the blade. With no strength remaining, Regis slumped forward and hit the pavement.

Voices echoed through Regis' quickly fading consciousness. He saw the flash of blue, glimmering magic in front of him. He couldn't make out the words from the woman's voice — it sounded as if he was under water.

He had no time. He held his left hand up to her. He needed the ring to be noticed immediately. "Take it."

His strength faded fast.

"Take it to…"

But Regis Lucis Caelum never got out that last word before he died on the steps of the Citadel.

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