Initially, Kyros didn't kneel, but a firm poke to the back of the leg from one of the royal guards dropped Kyros to a knee. On reaction he reached the hilt of one of his butcher knives, but sure to form he was beaten to the punch by another soldier who quickly and deftly rested the business end of his spear on Kyros shoulder. Kryos narrowed his eyes at the edge, he didn't let go of his own sword's hilt though he didn't draw it either. Kyros had underestimated just how much control and talent the royal guard had. They worked like a swarm, becoming stronger with each additional unit in their presence. Kyros didn't see the guard trip him from behind and while he was focused elsewhere the second was sticking the spear at his neck.
Kyros wasn't even listening to the speech at all, he was too busy keeping constant eye-contact with the guard threatening him with the spear. As they looked back and forth, the soldier was beginning to appreciate Kryos's features. The soldier began to squint at Kryos's face, perplexed at his red irises, mahogany skin and crimson red hair, realising he had never even seen anyone with such a complexion before. Before either of them knew it, the other royal guard was tapping the entranced soldier on the shoulder, snapping him out of his rumination. The speech was over and the Queen was being held up by another warrior. The soldier lifted his spear from Kyros's neck and held out a hand to help Kyros to his feet as a means of showing no hard feelings. Kyros pondered, looking right at the hand. He did let go of the hilt of his butcher knife, but then slapped the hand away, getting up on his own. THe soldier paused on Kyros just for a second longer and dismissively shook his head to deal with the woman making verbal threats at the queen. After the soldier left, Kyros rubbed the back of his neck, subconsciously checking it was still there while looking around at the rest of the gathered warriors.
Kyros recognised he was now on the inside of the castle grounds. As a man who rarely felt welcome to step foot freely through Hyrule town, it would be a shame to waste the opportunity to be standing so deep within the borders of the castle. Kyros left the throne room and attempted to detour about the palace, but the more he moved, the more he bumped into members of the royal guard. They were everywhere, leaving no blindspots. Kyros moved into the front courtyard, where he saw the guards dealing with a commotion at the gates.
"N-n-no! Please, you must understand, I'm here to help the Queen! I was selected to represent as a warrior from my town!" expressed the man, being pinned to the floor by 3 of the guards.
"No pass, no entry." replied the squad leader.
"But I told you, it was stolen," insisted the man, whose struggles wound up pointing his eyes in Kyros's direct. The man's eyes widened and incensed with rage and venom. "By that boy!" he shouted. "That's the brat who robbed me!" Kyros raised an eyebrow, not in confusion over the accusation. The man was technically right. Kyros did take the invitation from him out on the plains, but he gave him fair warning first.
"You snooze, you loose." hollered Kyros apathetically.
"You sucker-punched me! You grass-eating thiefworm!" cried the man in response. Kyros lowered his brow to the new accusation and began marching towards the guy.
"Oh really. A Sucker Punch? That's how you remember it?" Kyros taunted with a scowl. "You're a warrior, right? Then let's settle this with the warrior code," he monologued, drawing out the invitation from his pocket still with the other man's name on it. "You want to claim this, then claim it in victory. Hey, let him stand." insisted Kyros. The soldier looked amongst each other, not sure how to approach the scenario.
"...Do as the kid says," piped a voice from behind Kyros. Kyros turned around to see the soldier from before in the throne room. "Let's see how this plays out." he insisted. The other soldiers let the man go. Kyros stared at soldier from the throne room, wondering what he was trying to get out of this situation before turning back to the man he robbed out in the fields.