It continued from a sword, and more objects which he didn't care for, staring at it, finally reaching the last one, of which was a crown, wondering which noble was to take it up, or perhaps it would be someone else.
As the noble, someone of high stature, a man who's around six foot in height, his body more androgynous if anything though, the clothing he wore fitting better for a warmer climate, small accessories befitting of a noble, though he seemed to be a heir, not the father or mother.
Finally reaching her, he held up the object, along with it taking somewhat longer for him to walk up, having slowed down, he held it up for longer, Caelus began counting the time in his mind from the moment he held it up, until he placed it on her hand, taking almost a minute.
"Very performative... Eugh." But Caelus didn't comment, simply keeping it to his mind, the performativeness was but a mask here hence it was to be expected. As expectations existed.
He spoke, as he handed it too her.
