Well, at least he still has a job for another day, Nyx finds himself thinking with something approaching amusement. That, and Prince Laurent hadn't seemed to take offense at his high-handedness. Even if he had only been obeying Auguste's orders, if Laurent wanted him gone, he'd be gone.

That glass of wine in Laurent's hand, though... over the last couple of months, Nyx had noticed Laurent's propensity for drink during court. He hadn't said a word, of course, it just hadn't been his place. Still, Nyx finds himself glancing down upon Laurent from time to time, a faint pinch of worry between his brows.