[center][color=burlywood][h2]Niklas König[/h2][/color]
[color=salmon][h3]Königreich der Welten[/h3][/color][/center]

Niklas greeted and responded to his fellow royalty amiably enough, taking the time to make sure that he didn't leave anyone unsatisfied with his responses. He made sure to answer fully and completely, complimenting often. He didn't, after all, want to alienate anyone- unintentionally, that is. He replied affably to Prince Amun, accepting his sparring offer, making sure to add that he was looking forward to it. And he was- he had a file on all the royalty's known physical abilities, which gave him both the advantage of knowing he had more and better training, and knowing the styles that most everyone practiced in, if they did at all. It was not totally concrete information- people can practice in private, after all, even away from the ever-reaching eyes of Königreich spies and informants. After all, who thought of there being the harm in reporting their prince's or princess's extent of physical training? They didn't ask for hours or times or any of that, after all...

Niklas dutifully turned his attention to Raven as she began addressing them all. He waited for her to finish, bowing his head slightly in response as she did so, and attached himself to her side as she began leading the way into the hall, neatfully sidestepping around another prince. 

Whispering to her, he said, [color=salmon]"My compliments on your address- couldn't have put it better myself, methinks. Talk to you later, yeah?"[/color] He flashed her another smile, a genuine one, because he truly liked Raven, even though he had known her only a little bit more than everyone else. Their nations being close together as it was, he had seen her every now and then, maybe every other year, and he had arrived a day or two before the present. 

He gave her another head-bow as he detached from her side, letting her go on to her place at the table. He turned in a neat about-face, watching everyone file in and take seats at the table. Again, he plastered on his winning smile, and greeted people as they neared the Heir's table. 

After greeting a couple, he picked out a few of the others that he hadn't talked to, and began formulating his thoughts on people. 

His foremost negative opinions- Prince Zhou, first of all. A misplaced pretender, in his mind, as well as a fool. He had nearly shot the man, and he just wanted to show off. His mind momentarily darkened; he hoped he could 'spar' with this man later. Königreich actively hunted pirates, after all. Prince Henry, secondly. The man greeted his hosts- the very minimum- then stood off on his own and [i]texted[/i]. The man had just met his to-be wife and her parents, who are the cultural leaders of the world. He was in the presence of the future leadership of the entire world, really- and he [i]texted[/i]. The dismissal of the soon-to-be Kings and Queens of the modern world in favor of a few lines of text with a friend was... disrespectful, at the very least. 

He made a vague, indistinct hand gesture, with his right hand. After a moment, Adlers, who had been lurking near the wall and tracking his charge's progress, appeared by his side. He held a hand out; a moment later, Adlers had fished out and deposited Niklas's hands-free ear headset. He turned it on and popped it into his ear. He waited a moment, before the operator's voice came through- speaking Weltsprache, of course. Weltsprache was the primary language of Königreich der Welten- "World Language." He replied, quietly, ducking his head for a few moments to give an order. 

Aciras was the cultural beacon- but in order to keep enemies of Aciras from shutting down the great flow of media and information, they gained Königreich's aid in securing and upgrading their cyber security and connectivity. As such, Königreich had agents in place to wreak havoc on the Aciras system if need be- but they could also serve finer purposes. Three sentences was all it took for Prince Henry's cellular connection to be severed for the duration of the breakfast. He was not pleased with the way the Prince had forgone his fellows for someone that, for the moment, was inconsequential. 

He took out his headset, the small thumb-sized device so powerful in his hands for such a small object, before pocketing it. He nodded at Adlers; a moment later, he disappeared into the shadows by the wall. Not very many shadows in such a well-lit room, of course, but he pulled it off nonetheless. 

After a moment, he scanned a crowd- and settled on one slender red-haired figure. Picking her out, he decided to seek out a conversation with the green-clothed figure, standing and studying them all. He wasn't at all trying to be sneaky- she had probably noticed him studying her the moment he started. 

He stopped in front of her, and paused for a moment. He was just, for a moment, flustered slightly, because this was really one of the first times he had actually greeted someone foreign in his own fashion. He had, after all, been greeting everyone else in their own country's own greetings, because he was the one being greeted, letting another take the first move. A short flabberghasted moment of wonder whether or not to greet her in his own way, or her way, even though he was the one making the first move.

After a moment, he decided to greet in his own language.

[color=salmon]"Guten morgen, Cara O'Brien. I would use your title, if I knew what it officially was, other than "heir to the Celtic throne,"[/color] he quoted, smiling agreeably and warmly.

[color=salmon]"Miss O'Brien, since I see that you are not currently escorted..."[/color] He turned slightly, angling himself a little more towards the breakfast table, taking a step the side so he was closer to her side than he was standing right in front of her. He proffered his arm, the crook of his elbow inviting her to slide her own arm through. 

[color=salmon]"Might I have the honor of escorting you to whichever seat you may be inclined to? And if it were not too much to ask, may I be graced with your presence in a conversation? I would very much like to hear about the Celtic Consortium."[/color] He waited, eyes twinkling. 

[hider=Summary]
Replied to everyone who had spoken to him
Shut off [HylianRose]/Prince Henry's cellular connection to push him into interacting with other human beings, and not ignore them for the sake of a text message- Niklas is a little peeved at that
Approached, greeted, and offered to escort [@NarcissisticPotato]/Cara O'Brien to a place at the Heir's breakfast table, as well as an offer of conversation.[/hider]