“Ahh-” the prince turned the corner to be welcomed by pain from a gun. One knee falling to the floor, holding his wounded shoulder, looking at the blood His eyes automatically flickered red, summoning his sword, as the boy got closer he kept him away with the flash of his sword.“Who are you!” he called in pain. He wasn’t expecting a gun shot, now looking up to see it was a young silver haired boy who look petrified himself.
“What are you doing here? are you here to kill me?” he stood himself up in a fighting stance, waiting for an answer.
Hope shot his arms up, wanthing to show that he wasn’t going to be a threat. He didn’t even have a weapon aside from his boomerang, which was located in his pocket at the moment. The gun from his hands didn’t have any bullet left in it, it would be no use.
“Hope Estheim”, his voice a little shaky, as he tried to sound as calm as he could. “I was chased. By a monster of some sorts. I just ended up here and you startled me.”
His explanation was quiet and slow paced, he had to prepare himself for every word, so he wouldn’t come out wrong and ending up killed, like he almost was already today.

“You come to my kingdom.. and you just..” he sighed, still in pain. He understood what it was like to be running away from things and panicking, though he’d never hurt an innocent because of it..“
His face softened slightly as he allowed his sword to disappear, still in agony.
Hope followed Noctis, not saying a word himself, when silence fell upon them. His gaze changed place really quickly, as...