Clemente
Clemente isn't exactly the most patient boy, but he's certainly practiced it enough to turn it into a rewarding enough virtue. Rexanna's descriptions of Wessex would have been enough, but the Penumbra - more than aware of Clem's infatuation with the Wraith's legacy, and likely finding it hopelessly amusing - had pointed out the Queen subtly as soon as they had all gathered. Clem hadn't wanted to seem stupid, desperately wanted to impress the Queen, and she was admittedly intimidating just by virtue of her presence.And then, well. Amun. Isn't that explanation enough?
Clem isn't the nicest teenager to be around, he's aware of that, but he's also kind of a little asshole just by nature. So when he sees Amun waddling his little way towards Wessex, his own meager hackles go up, and he slinks his long-legged way to his Queen's side.
It's almost easy to ignore the annoying tiny man in the glow of idolization that nearly blinds him as he approaches Wessex. She's just so cool. Hearing her sharp orders, her no-nonsense approach to protecting them all even muted by walls and weird miss, Clem was already impressed. He sidles up to Wessex's elbow, leaving a wide berth between him and Amun, not quite willing to forgive the perceived slight against Rexanna just yet. "Hi, he says stupidly, a little shy and starstruck, but he's quickly knocked out of it and makes a blatant face at Amun's nickname. Because well. Clem is an asshole.
"Can we exile him for calling you the wrong title?" he whispers at Wessex, though it's mostly - kinda - harmless teasing and Amun might be able to hear it. But if Amun ends up bothering Wessex too, Clem might just have to like chew on his ankle or something. He's not really creative but maybe a guy with a limp or a missing foot wouldn't get laid as much as he seemed to want. He at least manages to give a tiny fanged grin at Amun. If they have a relationship built on relentless assholery, that's totally fine by Clem. It's even kinda fun.
Clem edges closer, keeping his eyes off the paper, not wanting to be rude when he desperately wants his Queen to like him. "Can I help do something?" Maybe he could at least make himself useful to her.
