Emryn's face turns from red to white to purple, and he somehow manages to puff up even further in indignation.

"Forgotten myself? How dare-- is it true, then? That you and His Majesty have been subverted by barbarian wiles? What next, then? Will you allow the foreign hordes of paupers to overrun-- Unhand me at once, you-!" His indignant cries fade into the distance as the guards haul him away, and Nyx glances sidelong at Laurent, trying to judge the expression on his face.

"So... that went well." Nyx's voice is very dry, tinged with a rueful edge. Should've known that his interference would only make things worse.