Even as his siblings went about their business, preparing for the ball or doing what few duties that had been thrown their way to keep them busy and out of trouble, Nos had largely treated the day just like any other. He had risen at a reasonable hour, gotten dressed, had a fine if simple breakfast and then proceeded to the office of the Steward to get started with his work for the day. 

He hadn't started off as his father's Steward. Such a position could easily be offered to one of his father's vessels in order to placate them and keep them loyal to the Crown, so Nos had needed to prove above and beyond doubt that his talents at finance and overseeing matters of construction were so great as to offset the political benefits of granting the office to someone outside of the family. It had taken over a decade to do, but as he ascended the small staircase built into the chair on which he sat as he walked and dealt with those under him there was a sense of pride in that he had been successful. 

As far as business days went it was somewhat hectic. The Eclipse Ball was a rather expensive affair as His Majesty was not sparing any expense for the occasion. But while His Majesty might have been happy to empty his coffers to cement the event as a legendary one, there always had to be someone keeping tabs on what the money was being spent on, where it was going and who it needed to go too. Thankfully he did have a number of trained scribes to assist him with the book keeping of royal affairs, but as the Steward all matters made their way to him in one form or another sooner or later for his final review and approval. 

There were also the normal stream of those requesting royal coin, debtors being called in, tax payers who had refused to pay what they were owed and thus needed to have guards drag them out of whatever estate they were hold up in and take them to the dungeons to be tortured until they got the message and paid up what was owed. A brutal practice to be sure, but Nos found that one only needed to rake one or two idiots across the coals ever few years or so to make sure that the rest got the message. The work of a tax collector was never ending. 

Normally he would have stayed on long into the night in order to make sure that everything was in order. However, considering what was at stake for himself personally he left the remaining work in the capable hands of his staff before he retired to go clean himself up and dress. A lack of hair and the ease in cleaning and polishing scale into a pleasant sheen made the cleaning part of affairs rather simple, through dressing required a little more time and thought. 

In the end, as his claws clinked against the floor while he walked towards some of his taller siblings (shoes were simply not something he was comfortable wearing, considering the nature of his clawed feet), Nos lifted his chin to look up at them proudly while he wore an orange tunic that matched wonderfully with his dark green scales. "[color=007236]Sisters.[/color]" He offered in a rather neutral tone.

He did offer Victor a small nod of acknowledgement.