[center][color=burlywood][h2]Niklas Mark König[/h2][/color]

[color=salmon][h1]Prince of Königreich der Welten[/h1][/color][/center]

Niklas watched the princes, princesses, and other important royalty- such as the Empress- introduce themselves, always coming straight to the Aciras royalty. He had no doubt of their pleasure; they watched the modern world bow to them, rulers of Aciras and with the first world bowing to them. The only ones that didn't were the ones that didn't come. 

He certainly enjoyed it every time a prince or princess turned to him, greeting him, as well. 

As the Prince Amun, of Egypt, greeted Niklas, he bowed in return, in a more Egyptian fashion- bowing was not part of formality in Königreich, so he was going out of his way to meet this prince on his own ground. He greeted him as he'd be greeted by an equal in his homeland, smiling, even as a surge of irritation coursed through him. 

[color=salmon]"On my father's behalf, greetings to you, Prince of Egypt. I look forward to a discussion about the wonders of your society; I've heard much, but never visited. You look as regal as Ra himself,"[/color] he complimented, referring to the Egyptian God of the Sun. If he studied it correctly, he was comparing the prince to the godliest of gods, in his culture. He continued smiling, as warm and welcoming as possible.

Innocent enough, he was- but he had just offered a gift to the Aciras royal family, and had already earned... brownie points, so to speak. It also made everyone else that didn't bring a gift seem a little more disrespectful than if they had, like Amun. It may not have been intentional, but someone behind the scenes had figured that out. He'd have to work on something to give to them to counter it. 

Next was the Princess of Lusitania- "Liv," the intelligent but self-conscious, startling normal, if short, princess. She was, what, the tenth? He silently marveled at her parents- they certainly had some amount of... enthusiasm. She was the tenth child- he was an only one. What difference there was be.

He was silently pleased as she turned towards him, first, to greet, rather than Amun. Again, as she gave him a little curtesy- the difference between the one to the Aciras nobility and to him and Amun was significant- he bowed back to her, a little stiffer, a little more in line with what he knew to be the Praetorians. She came from a tried-and-true military nation; he didn't entirely approve of their expansion, of course, since they seemed to think offense is the best defense. 

[color=salmon]"Greetings, [i]Columba.[/i] I hope your trip from Lusitania was a safe and comfortable one."[/color] He forced- and didn't need to really force it, really- his smile to be more charming as he caught her blush, but she recovered from it quickly. 

[color=pink]"What did you just call me...?"[/color] she replied, rather timidly and quiet. It was almost... no, it was cute. He had read up on her; intelligent, but rather introverted by nature. 

[color=salmon]"You know exactly what I called you, [i]Columba[/i]. I look forward to learning about those Gods of yours. I've heard many an interesting story, but not from a believer. If you wouldn't mind, of course."[/color] He gave her another smile as she drifted away, to join the rest of the royalty.

And then another prince. He silently marked him off the list of attendees, as he had with the other two, as the man approached and greeted/was greeted by the Aciras nobility. Raven must feel so special, being one of the first to for the world's future to acknowledge. But then again, there were her parents hovering right there, so maybe not.

Then he was smiling as Prince Akamatsu Hiko greeted them. Again, pleased that he was the first to be mentioned, greeted, and he bowed in kind, synchronizing himself with the Prince, so they bowed at the same time. He watched, very carefully, to bow at exactly the same height- apparently, bowing lower was more respectful, bowing less was... less so. But then again, the man hadn't even heard of them- the fact that his aid needed to whisper him and the other prince and princess's identities in his ear gave how much he ranked them in priority. 

[color=salmon]"Greetings to you as well, Prince Akamatsu. And..."[/color] He gave a beaming smile. [color=salmon]"Impressive outfit. I don't think I could last half as long as you have already. I'd take a pack of rocks any day."[/color]

And then Akamatsu was out of the way, making way for the next one.

He, again, smiled warmly as Edwin finished his introduction to their collective hosts, and approached the small crowd of princes and princesses. Again, he was one of the first to speak up, right after they bowed to each other. Again, he synced to the man, bowing just as deeply and regarding him with friendliness.

[color=salmon]"King already? A bit faster than the rest of us, but I suppose we have time in our lives to catch up. Elated to be acquainted, Prince-King Edwin."[/color]

And then he joined the crowd too. It was a little odd, to be in a group of people that had the same sort of standing as oneself, when all there was was just... him. It comforted him and made him feel less lonely- something he was surprised to feel, but figured it must stem from the fact that no one was his equal where he was from. At the same time, it put him on edge- these could all be friends, but they're all rivals at the same time. Weary, politics are. 

And then there was the notably more bubbly Princess Meena. He liked the look of her; she looked like someone who'd make a room feel brighter. He bowed his head slightly, as she had, and greeted her warmly, again. At this point, his cheeks were hurting a little.

[color=salmon]"A pleasure for me as well, Princess Meena! And an absolutely lovely dress- we don't quite have anything to match what we have in Königreich der Welten."[/color] He leaned a little closer, slightly so, and lowered his voice slightly, as if sharing a bit of a secret. [color=salmon]"Everyone's much stiffer up there. I'll need to loosen them all up after seeing all this beauty and regality."[/color] He smiled warmly, again, and winked at her, before withdrawing to his former position.

And then there was The Pirate.

His smile drooped considerably; anyone watching him could easily note how his face froze, as if suddenly faced with a horror that he must keep up appearances for. And indeed, it was; it was against everything he's known. The Pirate. Lawless, some mutt that used to rob and hunt, somehow brought up into royalty. He doubted the stories, how he was some basket baby or some bull. No, this was a man to  fear, but not because he was part of the "51 Immortals." Rather, because he didn't know how he managed to become part of the nobility; the man wasn't physically impressive, wasn't actually trained. The Pirate could probably show him at thing or two, but he was the opposite of the Pirate; he was a Soldier. The only reason he was part of the "51I" was because the so-called Immortals never neared Königreich; their navy would wipe them out of the water before they even realized what happened. Submarines and Jäger-class Destroyers took care of any unlawful ships there could be. No one could match Königreich's military technology.

Either way, the man completely ignored the princes and princesses, in favor of...

He actually groaned slightly; the man started running about, sending his aid to go get something.

And he tensed, as he saw the man come back with alcohol- something that is [i]flammable[/i]. And there was the Pirate, holding a stick- no, a makeshift torch.

Which he promptly soaked and lit of fire, and then decided to imitate a dragon.

His hand was halfway to his handgun, before he realized that the fool was just trying to show off, not try to light the world's future leaders on fire, and cause... an incident. Königreich would [i]not[/i] react well to news of their Prince being burned alive, with a half dozen others, by the fake royal fool. 

He straightened himself, pointedly ignoring the Pirate. 

And then there was Delia and Karma, with their more immediately important counterparts. But again, they didn't seem so interested in introducing themselves to the crowd of Futures; instead, Delia gave the Pirate that look- and he realized that she was betrothed to her. He allowed a moment of pity to flicker; then he took note of her bodyguard. After a brief moment's mental searching, he figured his target; his betrothed, Liv.

He took a step to the side, blocking off his piercing gaze from Liv; a quick glance told him that he was, in fact, staring at her.

He smiled, though there was an edge to it, this time. A subtle warning, if he could notice it- he knew that Liv had some problems, and he didn't particularly like it when someone made others uncomfortable, and an intense gaze like that would make even him uncomfortable. She was smaller, weaker, so to speak, and he felt a certain protectiveness for the [i]Columba.[/i]

[color=salmon]"Greetings, Karma Kennen. You'll have to show me what you know, in some sparring, later, if you'd allow me. I wouldn't mind it, if you won't. Though I understand if your..."[/color] He paused a moment, making a point for searching for the word. [color=salmon]"...[i]duties[/i] require you elsewhere. I'm sure Delia [i]appreciates[/i] your companionship. I certainly would've, if I had it. I've heard good things."[/color]

He gave a final smile, before stepping to the side again, out of the way. He turned, just briefly, to glance at Liv; he gave her a nod, friendly and a little understanding. At the very least, he wanted her to know that she had someone on her side. Karma reminded him too much of a wolf.

And then the rather subdued Prince Henry. He responded in kind, though he would've guessed the Prince's mind was elsewhere. He was certainly less articulate than the others. Just a single hello, really. It was awfully... informal. And then he stood away from everyone else... and texted. He texted, in the middle of a gathering of the world's most important children. The informality and normal-ness of it was both relieving and a little insulting. Had it been from even an upperclassman, he wouldn't have thought as much of it, but he was here, representing an entire kingdom of people. There was a certain weight to actions, a certain expectation.

And there would still be more to greet.

[hider=Summary]
He greeted everybody, glared and nearly armed himself when the Pirate/Zhuko starting going Dragon, and generally just being nice.

Also interrupted Karma's stare at Liv as a show of support for Liv, disguising it as an offer for sparring, later.[/hider]