There wasn't much to expect here. What news that traveled ahead of this man was so mixed it was hard to know the truth of it all. Some where tales of impossible doings, others just seemed to simple minded. Then again that seemed to be the way of things when one does not have time to properly glean information desired on a topic. There was no chance to send a spy, learn, and get reports. Those sent after the man left didn't have much to offer. People where tight lipped from where this man came from. What was known was that the princess no longer lived, which was no doubt what prompted this sudden approach to the throne.<br/><br/>Now that was an entirely different deal. This man had a hard face, handsome in the way of the late princess was beautiful, though the portraits of Arernor's father showed the man had a few of his features as well, though those eyes he had seen often in the hall of past rulers. But it gave way nothing Niko wished to know. Why was this man here? What was his motives? of the little Niko was able to learn about the man he wasn't one to act without purpose, so one more it was hard to understand why he was here now. The princess never showed up all those years, so why send her son?<br/><br/>Nikolas mentally sighed at his inner pondering as he took the man in, then child. A fine brow arched as the man spoke, gods his accent had to go. Violet eyes flickered down to his hands to note a faint glow before at long last Nikolas moved, a hand fisting and resting over his heart and he bent at the waist in a perfect bow, to the depth required for respect to ones higher rank, something till now Nikolas never had to do. Straightening Niko clasped his hand behind his back and moved to a large window to peer out, silent a moment longer.<br/><br/>"It's good you have enough knowledge to know who I am Your Highness," his voice smooth and silky, gently spoken really for a man of his position. Violet eyes once more landed on the child before they lifted to Arenor. "I'm not sure why you are here, frankly I pray its not some dull witted reasons such as the desire for power simply to have it. This court is dangerous, you lived this far because I ensured your safety. I know many nobles who wanted your death upon stepping in the capitol. I know many who will try to kill you because it will cause chaos, others because of your power," he stated gaze pointedly going to the staff that hummed with power. "I do not tell you this to scare you, but to tell you the reality of this task you seek to take on. As Lord Regent my duty is to serve this Kingdom and all her interests. In this moment, that means you. I only pray you will not be the ruin of Lysandria, but that entirely depends on you and your motives , Arenor of Arnath," he stated moving back to the center of the room with his easy grace.<br/><br/>It was to see if he could get answers. Niko wasn't here to make friends, he was here to ensure his Kingdom survived. A task that grew harder each passing year. Frankly he did not need another reason he might fail. Not to mention he had to keep this man alive to avoid riots. The people had been whispering about the blessings of Athwan the last month, if he was to die at the hands of a noble the common people who seek revenge. They were already so tense with possible war to the South. He wanted to keep the peace as long as he could.