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Noctis: (ISTP), the quiet, tactical leader, crown prince of Lucis, weapon: engine blade Gladiolus: (ENTJ), the stern mentor, royal shield, weapon: greatsword Ignis: (INTJ or ISTJ), the cautious strategist, the cook, royal advisor, weapon: two daggers Prompto: (ENFP), the energetic, emotional heart of the group, the photographer, royal guard, weapon: two handguns Zacharia Ashbluff: (ESTJ), loud, energetic, KING of Accordo, male, weapon: spear
Noctis and his crown guard go to a bar for his 21st birthday. It was Gladio's idea, having told Noctis that he needs to get a real taste of liquor. They go to the beachside resort, Galdin Quay, in the Leide region of Lucis. The bar is nice, almost as extravagant as the rest of the resort. At the bar counter stood a pretty lady mixing drinks. She has white, flowing hair and sea green eyes. She almost looks like she came from the Accordo royal line. She looks nearly identical to Ignis's fiancée, Zacharia, who is the soon-to-be king to the throne of Accordo.
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Setting: The warm ocean breeze of Galdin Quay drifts through the open-air bar, carrying the scent of saltwater and expensive perfume. Lantern light reflects off polished wood and glass, casting a golden glow over the upscale beachside lounge. Waves crash softly in the distance, blending with low music and quiet conversation from well-dressed patrons.
Tonight isn’t just any night—it’s Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum’s 21st birthday.
At Gladio’s insistence, Noctis has been dragged out of his comfort zone and into the elegant bar at Galdin Quay. Gladio, ever the confident shield, declared that a prince turning 21 needs a “proper introduction” to real liquor—not the watered-down stuff Noctis is used to. Prompto is buzzing with excitement, snapping pictures and hyping up the night, while Ignis remains composed, though quietly observant as always.
The group settles at the bar, drawing subtle attention. Despite their attempt to keep things low-key, their presence carries weight—especially Noctis’s.
Behind the counter stands a bartender unlike any they expected.
She is striking.
Long, flowing white hair cascades down her back like silk, catching the warm light. Her sea-green eyes shimmer with an almost ethereal calm, sharp yet inviting. There’s something regal in the way she carries herself—poised, elegant, controlled. She moves with effortless grace as she mixes drinks, her hands precise and practiced.
There’s an uncanny familiarity about her.
Ignis notices it immediately.
She bears a near-perfect resemblance to his fiancée—Zacharia, the heir to the Accordo throne. The similarity is so strong it’s almost unsettling. Same eyes. Same refined features. Same quiet intensity.
And yet... something is different.
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