[For a moment he's there with him, those breathtaking eyes on his lips, carefully composed and unaffected but still there. And in the span of a few steps, less than a minute, he's distant again, carefully shuttered away with his thoughts and his caution and Nyx can't help the tension that tightens his jaw, frustration nearly winning out.

He wants to call him on it. Insist that he stop doing the king thing and just be Regis for a little bit. Stop crushing himself under the weight of the crown. ]

Nah I can't imagine it is. Sometimes it's just fun to be contrary to make someone think about their own position, y'know?

[Crowe and Pelna hate it but they're good sports at least. Libertus is the type to argue with his fists, not his words though so he doesn't get to to it with his best friend often.

He eyes the man beside him on the balcony for a moment and then nods slightly, affirming something to himself. Nyx flashes a smile over at Regis and then he's shifting a little closer, hands lifting to the king's shoulders. His motions are smooth but slow, obviously giving Regis the opportunity to tell him off but he's not going to verbally give him an excuse to sneak out of it.

And gradually Nyx unfastens the decorative chains that drape over his chest, the heavy asymmetrical cape, the truly absurd weight of the pauldron that keeps all of it so close to his body.]

Dunno how you move at all with all this crap.