"I'll scold him," Laurent says, calmly coming over to Nyx and fastidiously adjusting his collar. "Your appearance reflects upon me, and I expect the best." Smoothing down the fabric over Nyx's shoulders, Laurent belatedly realizes just how close he is to Nyx's broad chest.
He steps back quickly, cheeks pink and eyes averted. "Let's get this over with, then."
Keeping his mouth shut as they make their way to the great hall, Laurent pauses just outside the doors, glancing over at Nyx. "Chin up, Nyx," he murmurs. "Remember that it's an honor to be at my side."
Laurent doubts himself after he's said it, thinking that perhaps it isn't. Demoted from the King's side and set to babysitting the King's difficult younger brother. He's not sure anyone would think of that as an honor.
Heart pounding, he strides forward into the hall without waiting for a response. If Nyx is ashamed to be at his side, Laurent would prefer not to know.
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He steps back quickly, cheeks pink and eyes averted. "Let's get this over with, then."
Keeping his mouth shut as they make their way to the great hall, Laurent pauses just outside the doors, glancing over at Nyx. "Chin up, Nyx," he murmurs. "Remember that it's an honor to be at my side."
Laurent doubts himself after he's said it, thinking that perhaps it isn't. Demoted from the King's side and set to babysitting the King's difficult younger brother. He's not sure anyone would think of that as an honor.
Heart pounding, he strides forward into the hall without waiting for a response. If Nyx is ashamed to be at his side, Laurent would prefer not to know.