"I am an ordinary guardsman, Y-" Nyx catches himself, and for a moment his carefully downturned gaze flicks upward, the corners crinkling as they meet the bright blue of Laurent's eyes.

"Laurent." The Prince's name is soft on his tongue, and almost despite himself, Nyx finds his lips twisting in a wry smile.

"Just because His Majesty has chosen to raise me beyond my place, doesn't make me too good for any role he might see fit. Let alone a position at your side."