Beside him, Nyx stiffens as well, barely masking the dismay that flashes through his eyes.

"Auguste, that's..." Nyx trails off, not sure how to phrase his protest. Not sure if he even ought to protest. As Captain of the Guard, he'd stayed well out of the games of power, of politics and nobility, save when he intervened on the King's orders. But surely if Laurent were to be married, it should be for a love match. Not... for the game of power and alliances, as Laurent's phrasing seems to imply.

Maybe he's misunderstood.

"Isn't it a little early to be considering such things?" A weak objection, certainly, but Nyx can't think of anything better at the moment.