[No, he wouldn't. Then why? What did he mean to do to her? And why her at all? Drautos would say he's overstepping, other glaives that he's overachieving. Nyx has always felt the pull to intervene on others' behalf when he feels it needed, even when doing so stretches his own neck out across the chopping block. Especially then, some might say.
He thinks the king would want her safe, regardless of whether Nyx had to cause a scene removing her from the evening's ceremony to do it. The way Regis had looked at her in the throne room--it hadn't been the look of a king to foreign royalty. More like a father to a daughter, or something like it.
But in the end, it's the king needing protection that ultimately tips Nyx's hand. If Ardyn could do this to the princess, he could do this to Regis.
That can't happen.
He isn't any more convinced Lunafreya's all right after she works some kind of unfamiliar magic than he had been before, but he still steps back, following suit to let her stand on her own. He nods, jaw set, acknowledgement and agreement all in one. The king is first priority, they're both agreed on that.]
Follow me.
[The Caelum Via had been reserved specifically for this event; the only people present tonight are authorized guests, bringing the normally bustling luxury hotel down to a skeleton crew. He knows where to take her that only security and staff have access to. Leading the way through a side door, he brings her through a seating area. Another door takes them into a lounge, empty aside from the two of them so that their voices reverberate oddly in the vaulted space.]
This room's sectioned off; no one's going to come looking here unless they're one of us. [Like Ardyn.] Wait here. I'll talk to His Majesty.
[Nyx is just a glaive. The king is the one with the authority to pepper Lunafreya and Ardyn with the questions Nyx badly wants to ask.]
no subject
He thinks the king would want her safe, regardless of whether Nyx had to cause a scene removing her from the evening's ceremony to do it. The way Regis had looked at her in the throne room--it hadn't been the look of a king to foreign royalty. More like a father to a daughter, or something like it.
But in the end, it's the king needing protection that ultimately tips Nyx's hand. If Ardyn could do this to the princess, he could do this to Regis.
That can't happen.
He isn't any more convinced Lunafreya's all right after she works some kind of unfamiliar magic than he had been before, but he still steps back, following suit to let her stand on her own. He nods, jaw set, acknowledgement and agreement all in one. The king is first priority, they're both agreed on that.]
Follow me.
[The Caelum Via had been reserved specifically for this event; the only people present tonight are authorized guests, bringing the normally bustling luxury hotel down to a skeleton crew. He knows where to take her that only security and staff have access to. Leading the way through a side door, he brings her through a seating area. Another door takes them into a lounge, empty aside from the two of them so that their voices reverberate oddly in the vaulted space.]
This room's sectioned off; no one's going to come looking here unless they're one of us. [Like Ardyn.] Wait here. I'll talk to His Majesty.
[Nyx is just a glaive. The king is the one with the authority to pepper Lunafreya and Ardyn with the questions Nyx badly wants to ask.]