The quiet laugh made Ignis smile. When he glanced up, saw the wash of warm, flickering light dancing along his liege's face, he was captivated and couldn't look away. In the back of his mind, he quietly agreed that yes, it was beautiful, but there was no doubt the sight he had in mind.

When had his young prince grown up so much? How long had it been since Ignis had felt that odd sensation in his chest? When was the last time a simple question had made him pause as much as Noct's did?

"... I am as I've always been."

Loyal. Alone. Yours.