All these years in court, and Nyx still doesn't have a face for cards, unable to disguise the look of utter shock and confusion that dawns over his expression as Auguste's words sink in.

On his king's orders, he trails after Laurent out the room, still in that same state of wordless shock. By the time Laurent finally turns to speak to him, Nyx has himself in at least some semblance of control, expression schooled to blank neutrality. After all, despite everything-- his own confusion, bafflement, the dawning realization of what Auguste's pronouncement really means, he hasn't forgotten his vow to his liege-- to keep quiet about his upcoming "promotion," as bad an idea as it may seem.