[In the kingdom of Lucis, there was no city greater than...Insomnia? Well, it was certainly called Insomnia, even if it tended far more towards magitek than anything modern which may have been associated with the name. The occasional airship flew by high overhead, between the massive buildings that reached through the clouds--and the tallest of them was the grand Citadel, in which lived the king and his court. Shield, advisor, general positions of power and even some higher-ranked soldiers, most of the time any of them could be found in or around the seat of the city's power.]
[But finding the king himself? That was a trickier thing to do. Oh, he could certainly be found near the Citadel at times, perhaps half hanging out of the open engine of an airship he was working on with a pile of scrap metal and broken parts tossed to the ground next to him. Or just sneaking out to postpone the more boring side of working on political correspondence for an hour or two. A little irresponsible, perhaps, but the world wouldn't come crashing down around them if he put things off for just a bit.]
[Most often the young man in black with the silver circlet half-hidden by wild red hair (and it was no doubt red instead of violet) could be found simply walking the city streets as any other Lucian, greeting his subjects with a gentle smile. Occasionally one would approach him with uncertainty, bowing and stammering in a nervously respectful manner about some kind of injury or another. Ardyn's hazel (certainly not yellow, because what kind of human had yellow eyes) eyes would soften with a gentle smile as he discarded any thought of formality and took their hand. Saying something to the effect of oh, well we can't have that, can we, such pains or bandaged wounds would be gone in the warm glow of a golden light from his touch.]
[Life in the capital was busy and ruled by perhaps an unconventional king, but ultimately...it was a good life to have.]
Ardyn Izunia | FFXV spoilers
[But finding the king himself? That was a trickier thing to do. Oh, he could certainly be found near the Citadel at times, perhaps half hanging out of the open engine of an airship he was working on with a pile of scrap metal and broken parts tossed to the ground next to him. Or just sneaking out to postpone the more boring side of working on political correspondence for an hour or two. A little irresponsible, perhaps, but the world wouldn't come crashing down around them if he put things off for just a bit.]
[Most often the young man in black with the silver circlet half-hidden by wild red hair (and it was no doubt red instead of violet) could be found simply walking the city streets as any other Lucian, greeting his subjects with a gentle smile. Occasionally one would approach him with uncertainty, bowing and stammering in a nervously respectful manner about some kind of injury or another. Ardyn's hazel (certainly not yellow, because what kind of human had yellow eyes) eyes would soften with a gentle smile as he discarded any thought of formality and took their hand. Saying something to the effect of oh, well we can't have that, can we, such pains or bandaged wounds would be gone in the warm glow of a golden light from his touch.]
[Life in the capital was busy and ruled by perhaps an unconventional king, but ultimately...it was a good life to have.]