Nyx enters the room and drops to one knee, head bowed. He's rarely ever this formal with Auguste, more likely to put a casual elbow in his king's ribs than bow and scrape, but he knows better than to adopt that air of easy familiarity with the young Prince. Over the last ten years or so, Nyx had watched Laurent grow from a painfully shy, kind and bookish boy into a fledgling young man, brilliant and achingly lovely and still so, so sweet, nothing at all like his brother except in the ways that matter most-- heart, loyalty, duty. Even without Auguste's new orders, Nyx would have protected Laurent with his life. But that doesn't make Nyx his friend, or anything more than a well-trained guard dog.
He keeps his gaze lowered.
"I come with news. Nemus and Aiden have been reassigned their posts with the Palace Guard. By order of the King, I've been assigned as your personal guard."
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Nyx enters the room and drops to one knee, head bowed. He's rarely ever this formal with Auguste, more likely to put a casual elbow in his king's ribs than bow and scrape, but he knows better than to adopt that air of easy familiarity with the young Prince. Over the last ten years or so, Nyx had watched Laurent grow from a painfully shy, kind and bookish boy into a fledgling young man, brilliant and achingly lovely and still so, so sweet, nothing at all like his brother except in the ways that matter most-- heart, loyalty, duty. Even without Auguste's new orders, Nyx would have protected Laurent with his life. But that doesn't make Nyx his friend, or anything more than a well-trained guard dog.
He keeps his gaze lowered.
"I come with news. Nemus and Aiden have been reassigned their posts with the Palace Guard. By order of the King, I've been assigned as your personal guard."