this was originally going to be apart of Fabula, but its become more of a short, small drabble story, maybe up to 5 chapters is what i'm forseeing so far, maybe, so i'm letting it be its own thing.

The Farrons are a very infamous family. Hailing in the war-like country Niflheim, and one of King Idola Eldercapt's favored, they were described to deadly, dangerous, and deceitfully beautiful. Staring at the Head of the small family that sat as a surprise guest in Lucis that no one expected; Noctis can see where all declarations came from.

Odin Farron, a warrior in his forties that has yet to lose his skill in battle, was proving to be quite an intimidating presence to sit across.

He was as beautiful as nobles whispered. His skin was pale and clear, gleaming like a soft beach on a gentle morning; his hair was white, whiter than snow and had thick curling mass of strands that swept over his shoulders like a proud lion's mane; his body was one men longed to have at his age, towering roughly six feet over most when standing, his body was lean, powerful, and muscular, and Noctis already knew from looking, that this man was fast, faster than his size gives him credit for; and all that tried to hide it was the simple black suit all nobles wore when they had a purpose. With a white shirt underneath, gold buttons on the black suit's cuffs, and a bold green tie resting against the white dress shirt; his long, wild hair was the only thing that ruined his almost tamed appearance.

It wasn't so much his body or appearance that intimidated and fascinated Noctis.

It was the Lord's eyes.

They were an unnatural green color. Pale in any sort of light, Lord Odin's eyes seemed to glow. They flared brightly in the shadows and dimmed in the light, settling with a cold, calculating, and piercing gaze that could see through any person just by simply looking at them. The few times that Odin turned his eyes to him, Noctis swears his blood turns cold, his instinct screaming danger.

It was only the reassurance that Odin came here on his own will, alone, that calmed Noctis enough to sit still in the room with him and his father. Nobles that come alone to see the king usually have business and a purpose in mind. There is the chance to assassinate in these meetings, but Odin truly did come alone; his double blade spear sword, the infamous Zantetsuken, was gone from his side. While the missing blade didn't lesser the danger of this man; it offered a small comfort and silent message that Farron was not here for ill will.

Glancing at his father, Noctis could barely read what the king thought as he sat as silently as Odin, observing him as the Lord stared back, both waiting for the silence to be broken. It was only by the flicker of his eyes that the prince could see that his father was bothered and concerned at the sight of one of the most dangerous war lords in Niflheim. Despite that, the rest of his body was relaxed and calm, hiding any concern well away from curious eyes.

Noctis was sure though, just by looking into his eyes, Odin could see that the king was tense.

Breathing in, the Lord consents and speaks. "I thank you King Regis for seeing me, I know I wasn't a pleasant sight to find at your door," Odin muses, turning his gaze momentarily to Noctis before settling back on the king. For that instant, Noctis felt the tense flare of magic before it settled just as quickly.

"It was very surprising," Regis agrees. "It's not every day that a Niflheim war lord comes to my door."

"I'm not here to be a friend to Lucis," Odin declares bluntly and both royals brace themselves, the only sign was the anxious twitch of their fingers. "Niflheim is still my home and my kingdom; I'm not going to turn away from it."

"But…" Regis presses.

"That loyalty does not include its king."

Both were surprised. As King Regis hid it all but a raising brow, Noctis found that he could only sit and blink dumbly at the Lord across from him, having a hard time believing what the most loyal subject and closest friend of Niflheim's king just said.

"You're turning against your king?" Regis questions.

Odin closes his eyes, taking a moment to contemplate and chose his words, all the while his breathing was steady and calm. Seeing Farron like this and listening to his breathe, Noctis felt like he was sitting before a sleeping behemoth, just waiting to wake. When Odin finally spoke, Noctis back to reality.

"A long time ago, as you should know, each kingdom had words to live by, and some still live by them while others were forgotten. Niflheim is one of the few that remember the words that all nobles, lord or king, were to live by our words: family, duty, honor.

"Family always comes first for it is the most important. Family is what continues our name and memory. It's what holds us all together in hard times. Duty is our service to the kingdom and its people, the promise to always defend them. And our honor, our right to judge and act, for there is no true honor except each man's own." His cold eyes opened, locking onto the both of them.

"My king, Idola Eldercapt, has turned from those words. He destroyed his own family, broke his duty to the people, and shamed himself more than any man could hope," Odin states.

Frowning in his seat, Noctis could make sense of how the king ruined his vows and upset the lord.

He truly did ruin his family.

Idola never approved of his daughter marrying a lord from Accordo, and openly despised his grandson. So blatant was his hate that there was a whisper that Idola arranged for the crash that took his daughter and son-in-law's life. The grandson lives, Idola's only heir, under the care and protection of the Farrons themselves, which he heard was going well as the boy easily fit into the dangerous and frightening family, remarkably.

Idola's duty to his people, his vow to them, was arguably broken with the draft for soldiers and taking most of the farmers' food, leaving the kingdom half starving for the very honor that he shamed; starting an unnecessary and unexpected war out of the blue against Lucis.

"You're here to stop this war from going any farther," Noctis speaks up, perking in his seat. Odin eyes him before slowly nodding. "Yes. The war has not started yet, and it does not need too. I will stop it here before it goes farther."

"Would you be willing to kill Idola?" Regis asks.

"Only if it comes to it. Killing the king is a simple and bothersome task. Half the nobles waiting for that chair will wipe themselves out trying to get that seat. It'll be more trouble than I would like to see."

"You have no interest in the throne yourself?"

"I am satisfied with where I am in life. I don't need more wealth or responsibility."

"Then what will you propose that will stop Idola?"

"An alliance that he can't ignore."

It became quiet in the council room. Uneasy and unsure, Noctis glances at his father, not entirely getting what the war lord was getting at. His father did, more than the prince could even hope to understand. But even his eyes were sharp and cold, not giving the prince the hint of what was going through his mind as he peers at Odin.

"Noctis, I thank you for joining me in this meeting, but now I ask that you leave," Regis says, leaning forward in his seat and crossing his hands together as he stares steadily at the lord. Odin isn't intimidating or concerned, staring back at Regis calmly. His first instinct was to argue, but as the two nobles stared tirelessly at each other, waiting for the prince to leave, Noctis reluctantly does as bid, quiet as he rises from his chair and leaves the room, glancing back just one last time at the intriguing and terrifying man, before closing the door behind him.

Claire Farron is Odin's oldest child and most promising heir, and was whispered to be one of Niflheims greatest upcoming generals they would ever have. King Idola had been so excited to have another Farron in his rank, in service, answering and killing to his every whim. Almost anyone that believed such things could all agree that Claire Farron would have been frightening to see in Niflheim's military.

Only that plan was now ruined.

Claire Farron wasn't going to be Niflheim's general or Odin's heir.

Claire Farron was to be his wife.

Faster than Noctis was prepared for, he found himself dressed in an uncomfortable black suit, standing on a platform that loomed over all guests, the sun hot and glaring above him, making him even more uncomfortable as the nobles from all over peers up at him, commoners far in the back, hoping to catch a glimpse of the event.

Despite his unease and discomfort, he was poised for this event like a true royal. His posture was strict and towering as a true, future king should be. He's still as he waits for his bride, he was not to look at her till she was at his side and the necklace he was to give her was clasped around her neck.

Only then would he catch a glimpse of his queen.

The crowd was hushed, alerting Noctis that she and Odin came out and were walking straight towards him, meaning the wedding was only half over. The priest in front of him smiles kindly, as he watches the future queen come up alongside her father, the priest turns his shining eyes to Noctis, almost promising that their future together would be a grand one.

He silently scoffs at that.

From what he heard about Claire Farron, she really and truly was her father's daughter. Cold and silent, Claire didn't necessarily keep to the shadows, but she wouldn't stand to tolerate to be around anyone. There were so many stories that her hurt suitors would spread; that she was a savage and a brute, more of a man than a woman, and the most common, she was a cold hearted bitch that would never be satisfied with anyone. She was an untouchable and impossible. His friend Prompto, believing those rumors more than him, had even sadly patted his bat pityingly, wishing him luck.

Everyone seemed so sure that he was marrying his death, and that Farron would slit his throat in the end.

Cor Leonis backs it up more that this is an even better chance for Niflheim to cut down Lucis' future; that Farron surely would kill him for her king and that this whole wedding and alliance was a simple ploy.

Whether it was or not; they were going through with it.

Regis and Odin made it clear that this matter had to happen. It was a chance to buffer Idola and rash blood thirst. That was the true good cause for this wedding. Once married, Niflheim and Lucis wouldn't fall to war. If Idola moved against Lucis, he would be going against the Farrons themselves.

Would the king truly be so bold to challenge against his most trusted and powerful general?

Noctis starts when he hears the heavy footfalls of Odin coming behind him, deafening Claire's own. Suddenly nervous and unsteady as they drew near; Noctis peeks out at the corner of his eye to see his bride and future. He was surprised to see that she was dressed in a deep maroon violet dress that hugged her figure gracefully and alluringly; hugging just enough to show, but leaving the rest up to his imagination. And the layers and the roses sewed in the fabric of the dress's skirt, making it dance with her movements that were almost hypnotizing. What broke it was the lighter purple hue or the veil over her head, successfully hiding her features from him, adding an intimidating and anxious mystery over all.

He did not doubt the truth that Claire was beautiful.

But with that veil being between him and her, their last wall for their future, Noctis almost didn't want to lift it. Once it was lifted, Claire's face would be shown to him, and their fates would be bound together.

When he caught the gaze of Odin, he quickly turned his gaze back ahead, trying hard not to visibly tense as Claire and Odin finally reached the top of the pedestal. Whispering words that the prince could barely catch, he watched as Odin leant down and planted an almost apologetic kiss on her forehead through the veil, squeezing her hands tight like it was Odin himself that needed the reassurance. Leaning away and slowly letting go, he casts Noctis one dark warning look before leaving them both alone before the priest.

"My Lords, my ladies; we're gathered here on this beautiful day to see the joining of two houses, and two lives; with both offering us a better future to look forward too," the priest tells all, his voice loud and heard over the whole crowd, their eyes locked on the couple and the priest that would wed them. The people hung to word the man spoke; Noctis couldn't focus on him though. Words flew over his ears, deafen by the pound of his heart. He was very, very aware of her presence standing so close to his, just a few inches away from him. A simple lean and their shoulders would touch.

Peering at her, seeing that she was roughly around his height, standing nearly head to head with him though the veil hid any chances of knowing for sure. Narrowing his eyes, Noctis tries to disfigure her features under the fabric. He could make out her found nose, and the curving outline of her face staring up at the priest, making Noctis wonder if she herself was listening intently to what the priest was saying or if she was lost in her own thoughts.

How did the dreaded Claire Farron feel about this marriage?

"You may now unveil the bride," the priest declares.

Was it something she could tolerate? Accept?

She would be a queen, a trade, a security, and in some small sense, a hostage.

Something to hold over Niflheim, something to secure that they would listen. One of the most powerful family's daughter as his wife and under his protection and care, Niflheim wouldn't dare insult or threaten two powerful families joined together.

And hopefully, Idola wouldn't be fool enough either. Odin seems sure that he wouldn't, and his father was convinced.

That was all that was needed, wasn't it?

They turned to each other, staring at each other through the veil that stood as the last wall between them, a paper thin wall that would crumble with just a touch. Absently, Noctis notices a leather charcoal band that gleamed gold in the light. Usually such an item would be removed at weddings; the Farrons must have scared the maids away if Claire had wanted to wear it enough.

Suddenly the necklace in his pocket was heavy, nervous that it wouldn't meet her expectations or if it wouldn't be considered suitable for her. He had bought when he was sent to find a suitable jewelry for the Farrons, something to show their beauty and ferocity. Breathing in deep, Noctis forced his hands to moved up to her head, watching her body to see how she'd react.

Would she pull away?

Would she flinch?

The fabric was soft under his fingers, soft and delicate. Slowly, he pulled it up, revealing Claire Farron to him.

She was beautiful. Like Odin, her face was pale and clear of any marking on the skin, only her face was rounder, and heart shaped. Her hair was pale like Odin, but was a light, powdered pink and looked silky and were styled up to make putting the necklace around her neck much easier. Everything just seemed so... soft in comparison to her father. The only thing that screamed Odin's inheritance were her eyes. While a more blue color, they were pale and light in color, and seemed to glow just like Odin's own. And like the head of the family, her eyes were cold and neutral, staring past his own and reading his soul like a book laid open before her.

Soaking her in Noctis offers her a small smile as he let the veil rest and hover above her shoulders, held up by her hair. Reaching for the necklace, he held it up for her to see, enjoying the sight of surprise that crossed her expression. The necklace he offered her was a light blue stone, bound together by a metal black and silver lightning bolt. Out of all necklaces he looked at, nothing seemed to fit Farrons. Round stones, squared, triangular; designs were either too simple or too common.

Farrons would like something different, something that could share their beauty and power.

He saw the lightning bolt with the light blue stone.

It seemed perfect for a Farron.

And by the curious look of appreciation and intrigue, it was a good choice. Taking a step closer and watching the flutter of her long eye lashes, she leans towards him, bearing her neck open, accepting and trusting. The cold metal chain wrapped around her neck as he clasped the ends together, sealing his promise to protect and watch over her, that her life was his to care for.

Letting the chain fall against her soft skin, he lets his hands drop as Claire raises her head to look up to him. He jumps a little when her smaller hands lightly wrap around his, holding his left hand up and sliding a black ring with a gold rim onto his ring finger, a promise that she will always support and watch over him, to be his strength when his started to fail. Looking closer, he saw that green letters wrapped around outside the ring, and the interior had silver writing inside.

Smiling proudly at them, the priest happily shouts aloud, "You may kiss the bride!"

Claire bit her lip at this part, breaking her calm and neutral appearance and looking like this is the one moment in the world that she was not looking forward too. Queasy himself, Noctis took her face gently in his, feeling the soft skin and the firmness of her jaw under his fingers. Curving her head up, he stared into those pale blue eyes, watching them stare back up at him.

He closes his own as he leans down towards her, feeling her head move from his hands and up to meet him in a shy, reluctant kiss.

Her lips were soft against his. Soft, smooth, and very stiff and unsure against his own. With his eyes closed, breathing in the alluring scent of a passion flower that drifted off of her, feeling her lips on his and feeling her body close; Noctis was almost tempted moved his lips against her, relax her into it and enjoy it.

He leans away though, a blush on both their cheeks as they let their hands drop and latch together, turning to the priest as he declares to the whole world.

"I now pronounce you, man and wife!"

i always imagine that if odin was human, the FF character that looks like him the most is Warrior of Light from Dissida, so that's what his appearance is based off on, mindfully very loosely

there is no real reason why farron eyes are glowing, just felt like including it just to bring out the unnatural and intimidating appearance that the farrons have in this short.

"Family, Duty, Honor" are the words from House Tully in Game of Thrones, though my favorite words are "Winter is Coming" from the Starks, out of all words from all noble houses, i think the Tully's fit the Farrons the most.

a passion flower is a beautiful flower that pops up in my mom's garden occasionally and i find that they always smell good, so i decided to use a different scent for her besides vanilla and strawberries.

i can't make any promises that each chapter will be this long, but the goal is that each one is at least 3,000 words