It had been several years since Larsa had been dumped into Manhattan. He was more comfortable with things now than he had been previously, even if the monster was still running rampant and things were.. less than good. He had what he needed.
Before he'd come, when he'd been in Ivalice, he'd always thought the Archadian Senate and the Dalmascan advisors would set him up with a political marriage to Princess Ashelia. Of course, now that he was in Manhattan, he had barely given a thought to that life. It seemed so long ago.
The breeze lifted Larsa's hair as he heard the door behind him squeak open. He was sitting outside on the steps of the museum he and Namine called home. He had told her one day, a day that seemed an eternity ago, that he would willingly protect her and never leave her side. The young emperor had no intention of breaking that promise. Namine was nothing like Ashe, but Larsa thought she was much more suited for him than Ashelia ever would have been.
Turning, with a gentle smile on his face, he watched as Namine descended the stairs towards him, the breeze lifting her beautiful blonde hair. She was radiant, as beautiful as the day they stood in.
"I am sorry to have made you wait today," he apologized, bowing elegantly to her, as was his style.
She smiled, a simple gesture that lit up her features even more. "It's okay. I'm just glad... you came back."
"I promised I would, did I not?" Larsa reached out to her, embracing her in a hug before they would go anywhere. He had a grand day planned for them, and nothing short of the monster's appearance would be able to ruin it.