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When Noctis first brought up the idea of Prompto becoming a Crownsguard, neither Gladio or Ignis agreed with him. In fact, both tried to convince him otherwise.
Gladio, in particular, was very vocal about how a civilian would not make it in the guard. He spoke very seriously about the danger that becoming a Crownsguard meant like Noctis had no idea what he was talking about to the point that Noctis stopped bringing it up infront of him. Gladio may have only spoken to Prompto once and probably looked through his friend’s background but Gladio knew nothing about the blond. He wasn’t there is see anything happening at school, nor was he there to see how hard-working Prompto was.
Ignis himself was none too pleased with him either, both thought he was getting ahead of himself and letting his friendship with the blond cloud his judgment. But worst than that, Ignis began explaining in bullet-points why Prompto was a bad choice for Crownsguard before he then proceeded to very subtly make jabs at Prompto’s commoner status because apparently a commoner with no training as Crownsguard was a dead man walking regardless of his friendship.
Noctis did not talk to either of them for a week partly out of pettiness but mostly because he proceeded to do what he had always done when told no.
He did whatever he wanted anyway, before proceeding to submitted Prompto’s nomination for Crownsguard.
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(But not before passing the idea by his friend. Because Crown Prince he may be, he wasn’t going to do anything without his friend’s permission.)
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Noctis long expected the call from his father after he submitted the forms for Prompto’s nomination. His father may have been a busy man as the King of Insomnia, but when his son gave paperwork, correctly filed and notated to his shield, people took notice.
Lots of people took notice.
The council was rather up in arms about the whole situation taking to discussing Noctis’ decision in any possible moment they weren’t discussing bills or the new policy or whatever else, and even then they talked about it during those times.
Ignis, himself got more of the heat, even though he had no idea that Noctis had nominated Prompto until he had walked into the council room the next day only to find himself being interrogated about the Prince’s choice for Crownsguard. Before he then had to defend said decision in front of the entire Council. (If Noctis felt some glee about Ignis feeling some of the heat while he was at school, well that was just karma.)
Gladio was the next to find out—not because Ignis had a chance to tell him—but because Clarus ended up having to talk about training schedules with his son considering his status as combat tutor.
To say he was caught off guard was an understatement.
“Wait, what? Repeat that last part, dad.”
Clarus rubbed his forehead, already feeling the stress.
Regis may have been a great king but he was a softy when it came to his son. He thought it was a bad idea frankly, but Regis won’t hear anything against Argentum getting a chance at being a Crownsguard.
Because his highness had asked.
“On Tuesdays and Thursdays, you are to go over blades with Crownsguard Candidate Prompto Argentum, while on Friday’s you are to bring him to the armory and start trying to match him with a weapon.”
“But doesn’t he need two—”
“Two letters of introduction to the current royal family by a family of importance. He does. In fact, he submitted more than the required amount. His Majesty received several letters. Iris sent in a letter representing the Amicitia Family and one from Noctis himself representing the Caelum Family. In addition, Lady Lunafreya has also given Argentum her Seal of Approval for the process—”
"How the hell did he manage that? Wait, how does he know her?"
"Who knows. It arrived and it was processed, accordingly."
“And all the processing paperwork?”
“His Highness filled it out.”
“Background check? Health check?” Gladio asked knowing he was grasping at straws. There was no way he was hearing the words coming out of his father's mouth correctly.
“All filed correctly by his highness and looked over by Jared, and signed by Argentum himself. Everything is in order, and Cor Leonis has volunteered to supervise his training.”
“The Immortal, himself?”
“Correct. His Majesty thought it an excellent idea and approved it already. All Mr. Argentum needs to do is pass the physical exam in one year time and his written test.”
“………you’re not joking….?”
Clarus looked at him strangely. “Are you feeling well Gladio? You’re acting strangely.”
Gladio groaned.
“Peachy.”
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“So how do you think they took it?” Prompto asked taking a sip of his soda.
Noctis smirked. “Badly. But that doesn’t matter, you just need to prove them wrong.”
Prompto groaned. “No pressure. Thanks, dude.”
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