For this ask’s sake, let’s imagine that once upon a time, Galahd had their own ruling family before joining with Lucis. Let’s also imagine that being of royal blood could curb the fighting in Galahd if the empire gets a hold of their descendant. (Using their safety as leverage over the citizens or something.) It’s a well guarded secret on the islands of just who those descendants are, because they still care for the royal family of course, but then then empire finds the records and traces it down the the last remaining heir.

The boy’s S/O.

The S/O is summoned to the council because of this, and whoever they’re dating tagged along for moral support. The council drops the information on them and warns them of the danger they’re in. They’d like them to move into the Citadel to be placed under protection, which the Kingsglaive, who are mostly Galahdian, are all too happy to provide. (They’d heard rumors of the royal family surviving to this day, but to meet them and see them was something else entirely.)

They leave the council and from there, the boys react.

Noctis:

He’d slowly turn toward them as soon as they were alone, his eyes big and mouth pressed into a line. If you could hear his thoughts, they’d all be screaming. 

Royalty. For all that is blessed by the Astrals, they’re ROYALTY. 

Normally, this revelation is flipped around. He’d never been the one shocked to learn someone was royalty. But now he was, and he’d feel very mixed about this.

He stares at them, trying to figure out if they’re as surprised by the revelation as he is, or if they knew. He can’t peg it down though, because his own mind is a jumble. He’d stutter and stammer, trying to ask them if they knew but they’d probably just kind of laugh it off.

They’d try and act normal, but he wouldn’t be able to let it go. And once he comes back to himself, he’s going to INSIST they move into the citadel as soon as possible because they’re in DANGER. Like, he’s not above throwing a mini tantrum to get them to listen to him.

Like, he’d going to whine, beg, pout, plead, and absolutely latch onto them like a little kid to convince them. Finally, he’d start going through logical reason why they should move in. He’s fairly convincing once he gets his head on straight.

(Honestly, I can imagine the S/O was going to say yes anyways, but seeing Noctis show so many emotions is rare.)

Prompto:

Once they’re by themselves, he cannot suppress the small screech of distress. His face had been pale since the council has spoke, and has yet to recover. The boy is terrified; for them and of them. He’d mutter an excuse and take off to try and process that he was accidentally dating someone of royal blood.

He’d worry about him being a commoner. Like, he can’t even claim a drop of blue blood! (At least not lucian…) Would he get in trouble for dating them? Did this change things between them? Would they have to break up?

Honestly, his mind would be going a mile a minute. Then he’d realize that if they moved into the Citadel, seeing them would be rare. But it was for the best, and he’d want them safe, so he’d start putting distance between them. Hiding from them at every turn. Out right diving into bushes to avoid being seen by them.

He’d be fully willing to let them go. He’d be heart broken over it, but he’d want them to be safe and happy.

(HOWEVER, he’s going to be mildly upset and extremely flustered when they finally catch up with him and shake some sense into him. They’d lay his doubts to rest and wouldn’t let anything change between them. They’d even refuse moving into the citadel.)