self-indulgent speculation fic thing*-*
(in which I enjoy thinking about Ignis and Regis and their weird as hell relationship)
(and also about how the whole Kingsglaive engagement announcement went down)
(and also about Ignoct in general)
Ignis hasn’t been formally summoned by the king in years, much less in the middle of the night.
He squints at the alert on his phone, then sits up and puts on his glasses to read it. Meeting the king in his personal chambers? Has something happened?
He tries to stay calm as he gets out of bed. He sends off a quick message to Noctis, in the vain hope that he’s awake and can reassure Ignis that he’s alright.
He keeps checking his phone as he dresses. No answer.
That’s no cause for concern by itself: it’s late, Noctis is probably asleep.
The Imperial envoy earlier today was probably nothing to worry about.
Everything’s probably fine.
…It’s too bad probably has never been a particularly comforting word for Ignis.