Noctis doesn't really exude the image of royalty, which is more than obvious under even all these robes. "Regal" isn't a word that most would immediately apply to him, though if someone truly observant were to watch him move and walk, they would note that he carries himself like someone trained to know that all eyes might be on him at any time.

Barring that, everything about him practically drips in "normal"; never mind the strange images of a world that seems alien and familiar all at once drifting around in his head.

(...Yeah. I'm a Lucis Caelum; the last one left. The last king that'll ever be -- at least, that was the plan, until I was brought here.)

Which, he supposes, doesn't change the fact that he's the last of his family now, either.