[ There's a stack of papers on the table and idly, he tries to go through the list of what he's provided her to figure out if there's anything he's missed or that was not adequately handled. It isn't as if he thinks he's in trouble, but it is perplexing that he wouldn't have been told if he'd made any errors, or if she needed any special assistance. His job is as much to serve her and their daughter as it is to serve his king.

But no, what he expects and what he gets are two entirely different things.

At first he thinks he's misheard. There's no possible way that she's truly looking into divorce - she knows her country needs this alliance and their marriage as much as Lucis. It's possible that he's misread her, that he's miscalculated in his protection of the king and she's grown tired of this, but he hadn't...really considered that as an option. Rather than allow himself to jump to conclusions despite how easy it would be, he takes the wine and curls his fingers around it tightly, taking a long drink. ]

I...can of course. Have you already spoken with Noctis about this? He -- I know things have been difficult here, from what I've heard, but I was not aware they could be this...bad.

[ It's a tentative tendril extended to her - a question, probing to see if that's what's going on here, if she's desperately unhappy or if maybe there's something else at play here. ]