Laurent shot Nyx a challenging raised eyebrow at the use of his title. At which point his mind took the opportunity to float the idea of climbing into Nyx's lap and kissing him until the titles stopped.

Immediately looking away, Laurent reached for the decanter of wine to refill his goblet. A guilty blush colored his cheeks and he internally berated himself for the infatuation.

Auguste rescued him a moment later by strolling into the room. The king did not seem surprised to see either of them.

"Oh, look, it's my keeper," Laurent drawled, greeting his brother with a glare. "So you demoted and insulted your guard captain, and I'm to be babysat at all times. Is he also required to watch me sleep?"

"Good evening, Laurent, Nyx." Auguste unfastened some of the heavy attachments on his formal tunic, and picked up the decanter of wine, moving it to a table out of Laurent's reach.

Laurent glared furiously at him.