Much like the loss of his virginity, Nate had painfully and awkwardly discovered the worst facet of being Sir Nathaniel, Ridder of Asgard. The deep and twisted introvert was unable to function how he'd prefer at these types of events. His coordinated ensemble, complete with armor, was not as attuned to being a wall flower as Caltrops would have liked. Although, his slightly more profound presence pleased his pleasantly presented peacock. Or "Eva enjoyed it", which made it bearable to Nathaniel.
Fortunately for Nathaniel another awkward jellyfish had been even more exposed than him. Baldr had been charged with opening the closing ceremonies, which he'd done well, not for a lack of escape attempts. But Freyr was a difficult act to follow.
Despite his larger spot light, the Hand of the Queen had still found time to investigate the party, make his rounds, and report back to his queen. Whether or not she wanted said report... was really up to her, it's what he did. Armor ditched after the opening festivities, Nathaniel crept behind Eva and politely waited through the boring conversation she'd been having with a rando Nate knew in passing. Once freed, Nathaniel bowed his head gently in greeting and smiled (yes, smiled) toward his Queen. "I hope her majesty is enjoying herself," he wished sincerely, but with a flatness that probably lacked any charm. He offered her his arm to latch onto, so they may walk.
"I've already discovered our children being terrible," he said in a low whisper. "Apparently, throwing cherry bombs into toilets at parties is still fashionable. Prince Fjolnir is currently confronting Lady Harris, Prince Loki has been preoccupied with Lady Thea, Sir Orrin and your hairdresser are doing an awkward 'which way' dance from across the room, Brian and Brunhilde have both had too much to drink, and did you know Petr's older brother is much more fun than Petr?" the last bit was mostly a joke, but Nate did have to admit Sven was growing on him. "Also, you may want to warn the King, I'm not sure where Alison is," again a jest, but was it?