Shit. Shit Laurent's reaction tells Nyx everything he needs to know-- Auguste had misjudged, had overstepped. And by his liege's orders, Nyx is forced to withhold information from the prince as well. Faced with Laurent's furious, betrayed expression... he swallows hard, forcing his fisted hands to unclench from his sides.

Sinking to his knees before him, Nyx takes one of Laurent's hands into his own, holding it cupped between callused fingers.

"Hey, easy," he murmurs, unsure if his reassurance would be welcome. "Nothing is set in stone yet. Auguste can still come to his senses. I'll speak with him myself, if you'd like. This is... this isn't fair to you."