Ignis walks into my room, already wearing nightclothes. He watches over Lars for a while before lying down.
«He's sleeping so soundly,» he comments.
«It was a tiring day for the little Prince,» I explain. «But he will wake up in the middle of the night, don't worry. He's just waiting for the sweetest moment of slumber when you're starting to have nice dreams.»
«Oh, how wicked,» he chuckles. «By the way, I have some news.»
«Yes?»
«The Church sent a few requests. They want to...»
«To set a date for the naming ceremony. I know. When will it be?»
«Soon. Next week, six days from today.»
«It's not enough to organise the event,» I point out.
«We're at war. There's no event to organise, and everyone will understand why we are hurrying. It's better to be done before the actual fighting starts. There are just a few scuffles at the border, for now, but Ventis is moving the army. I might need to depart sooner than we wish.»
