Prompto sighed softly and moved wherever Noct wanted him to and he slid his arms around Noctis' back, hugging him properly.

"I know. Not everyone is gonna think that. I know that. I should know that."

No matter what, he'd never looked like a Lucian. That didn't matter so much, because he was a Lucian. No one could argue with the king about his citizenship.

"Lord Ami-Amici-" He was too drunk for this. "Clarus. Thinks I'm going to hurt you. Or supposed to hurt you or-" He sighed. "He saw my memory."