Sadly, Nikolas was inclined to agree with Arenor on this one. There was no doubt in his mind the nobles would try and cause trouble, a handful in mind right off the top of his head. He nodded grimly in response, really no need to say otherwise. Niko had experience here, and yet Arenor had good instincts for what could come. That at least was a blessing.<br/><br/>The serious air eased a little as the red clad male said he believed Niko on this situation. It was a small step towards growing their trust. Which made meeting those intense eyes easier, not overwhelmed by that look. His gaze wasn't as intense but it was calculating.<br/><br/>It was strange how it seemed like a weight fell from him as Arenor looked away. Yet, it didn't seem to be an issue as they moved along. It was time for Niko to offer a light chuckle of his own as Arenor noted he could see him being a better dancer. He however just shrugged as the other male seemed to not believe he was not sought after for more than a second thought to escape bad dance partners.That was a story for another time, certainly not one told to a man he barely knew.<br/><br/>They were closer and things grew serious once more. Nikolas waited a moment after Arenor agreed to what he said before he moved forward once more, posture sharper, hands clasping firmly behind his back, head held high as he moved much like the night before. The Lord Regent clear in the very aura he exuded, power something he weld as easily as any weapon.<br/><br/>The Duke reached he doors and the guards present bowed and opened the doors for them. Talking was loud as the doors opened. As they closed behind them sealing Niko and Arenor in the room silence fell as everyone present looked their way. The room was large and built like a Colosseum in a way. Round steps framed each section of long tables and benches along each step, going up four levels. The level floor held and open space five horses abreast could stand there. A dais was at the head of the only wall not holding the steps which held a high backed chair that seemed untouched, on the level was a wing backed chair that looked well used, the one Niko was often in, behind it the throne untouched since Arenors family was purged from the palace.<br/><br/>There was only three women present, one elderly, one middle aged, the other around their age. Otherwise it was a room full of men ranging in ages. But one thing was clear, these men and women were nobles, their finery and jewelry obvious even at distance. Their wealth and power flaunted, only a handful dressed more simply like Niko, but the Duke seemed far less extravagant here, just his 'pure' colors stood out in the darker richer colors of the court. Though, Arenor stood out too in his crimson.<br/><br/>Without hesitation despite a number of dark looks he got he strode to the center of the room, not bothered that everyone looked down at him. "My Lords, and gentle Ladies," his voice struck through the room and only the sound of movement as each took a seat, a typical habit by the action.<br/><br/>"As we discussed the eve before I have brought to you His Highness for you to meet," he spoke as he slowly paced the outer ring looking up at them all. There was maybe 20 to 30 people present, scattered about. Only one sat aside of them all, Vincent who sat on the lowest bench near the door where they entered. He and Niko had shared a look when he came in. "As you all agreed to last eve, I only wish to introduce your esteemed selves to our future King. Over the next few weeks you shall all have time to speak with him and see him in our Council," his tone took a slight tilt to it, like one more use to firmly remind a stubborn child of a promise. Even still his words were met with mutters and even a snort in some back level. Nikolas whirled on his heel to face the snorter. "Lord Hubris! You may boast having the largest swine population but last I checked you are not descended from them," he snapped sharply earning a nasty look and a few chuckles. "If anyone has an issue we may discuss it this evening in private otherwise I expect agreements will be respected," his voice wasn't projected this time but held a cold hard edge as he stood center room and waited through the uncomfortable silence a moment before he turned and bowed to Arenor taking a step to the side so the man might take his position at center stage, so to speak. Only when he was close did he lean in a little. "Simply as names and status, though some seem eager enough to speak without your direction," he muttered for Arenor's ears only.