It's definitely not easy for Prompto to say the words out loud. It might seem like he wears his heart on his sleeve all of the time, but he is a whole mess of hangups. There are so many worries and fears that he has that he keeps locked away behind a huge goofy grin.

He doesn't care that Noct is a prince except for when he does care. He doesn't care in the sense that most people think - he's not interested in using Noctis for fame or money or any of that. But the thought that one day in the not too distant future that Noct will have to step up to the plate and become King? That terrifies him. Noctis is his best friend. Hell, Noctis is his whole world. The thought of watching him age and deteriorate in order to hold up the wall, to watch the stress etch his face and weigh down his shoulders. It's almost too much to bear.

It's probably for the best that Prompto has zero idea about the prophecy because he would probably try to take on the Six single-handedly and unarmed to tell them to fuck off and leave Noct alone.

He stubbornly shakes his head. "I'm not letting you take the fall alone, Noct. You're not King yet. I can help carry the load. We're besties, right? Besties stick together."