"Uh..." There's Nyx, master of keeping secrets. Good thing Auguste had given him very little to work off of, besides the knowledge of his own impending... promotion. If that's what it could be called. But perhaps Nyx's inability to answer is answer enough, in a way. An assassin or some suspicion of treachery is undoubtedly the sort of scheme where the king would have involved his Captain of the Guard, given him a full briefing and instructions. Something involving politicking and the nebulous preparations of marrying off a prince?

...Perhaps not.

"I couldn't tell you, Your Highn-- sorry, Laurent." Nyx shrugs a little helplessly, shoulders stiff even as he takes a seat on the other end of the couch. "It's all beyond me. He didn't give me any instruction for how to carry out my orders either, other than to... uh, get it done."

Feeling rather useless, he finds himself adding: "Maybe he just got tired of all the court rakes leering whenever you walked past. As if any of those lot even have a chance."