And Prompto was right - Noctis was likely to end up with terrible neck pain, or worse, aggravate his back. Which was honestly the last thing he wanted to do. Prompto was being a good friend, from that perspective.

Giving in this quickly wouldn't be playing the game, though.

He crossed his arms. "I'm pretty sure Specs can't banish you anywhere without my permission. You think I'd let him send you to Ravatogh? And orphan Beckwhey? I'm a fair king, not a tyrant. If you're a good chocobo dad, your sentence will be lenient."