Næxyn was rather disappointed with Heydar. She hadn't know what exactly to expect, but she hadn't expected him to act like a child and storm off. For that was what Næxyn considered it despite how calmly he may have left. He made a request and when foreign royals had the audacity not say bow to his whim and acquiesce, he suddenly had family he needed to see immediately. It was honestly quite sad; he should've at least stayed for a moment longer just to keep up appearances.
"I suppose his majesty doesn't take well to being denied," Prince Zadyr said in their native tongue, deadpan.
"True. A pity that; I guess Seleucid hospitality only extends to those who lick your boots," Næxyn shrugged, then looked over at her other husband, who was simply picking at his food.
"Dearest wife, now that our host has taken his leave I think I'm going to do the same. There's still an entire festival out there, after all," Aataxaris said, smiling. Næxyn nodded, bidding him goodbye for the moment. She was thinking about the day so far, and it hadn't gone quite as well as she might have hoped. But at least she gained some measure of insight into King Heydar. And who knows, perhaps Ælirn might actually entertain Heydar's request. But at the moment her focus returned to the luncheon; she planned to stay for the whole of the festival so she might as well enjoy herself.