The grit and grinding of that stupid stone came crunching like nails upon a chalkboard to the King's ears. Gritting his own teeth, flattening his ears, the sovereign was quickly summoned from his chambers in the tower with the only intent of stopping that hell-raised ruckus, though it was as he strode with a scowl out into the inner courtyard that he noticed both Eden and Levi hard at work.
Perhaps the one thing he could think to excuse such a horrible sound was that it was hard work creating it, and so with and chomp of his grinded teeth he stood down. 

"Need a hand?" He soon chortled, kicking some stray chips of sandstone out of the boulder's path before he took his place beside Eden, shoving the nook of his own shoulder beside her own. Truly, Maxence did not know the name of this doe and knew little about her other than the fact that she was a warrior. Her seemingly blind devotion to him at a previous meeting was, well, flattering... but also concerning. What was her name? Her story? And what in Solis's name had prompted her to begin such horrid work on her own. 

Leviathan could likely move the boulder on his lonesome without too much trouble, that bloke was all muscle, though daintier things like the gangly haired mare and Maxence were less likely to pull off pushing a stone form one side of a courtyard to the other. 
Already he was keen to see what lay in wait behind the door it blocked, his blue eyes remaining clenched shut for the moment though as he heaved his weight against the rock, his skin pressed gently against that of his teammate Eden. 

Maxence hardly noticed how close he stuck to his comrades and, in truth, it was something he was quite used to among his brothers on the battlefield. A woman's musk was entirely different, so he did for a moment or so find himself ever-so-slightly curious. He wished to stop thinking about moving this solis-damned rock and instead ponder the feeling of her skin on his, it's temperature, it's silkiness.
Soon, though, the job was done and he was awoken from his reasonably rare trance with a shake of his lofty nose, his blue eyes looking with an even rarer lopsided smile toward the great soldier Leviathan who's height grew even more impressive each time Maxence encountered the beast. 

Eden's word of thanks was one brushed easily aside by the King; it was only his duty to help his people, but her thanks were accepted with a gratitude of his own. "No, thank you. It's about time someone moved this pile of shit. I am curious to see what lays behind those doors".

At the offer to go first into the room, Maxence simply shook his hea.d this was Eden's work, and she should be the one to reap the rewards. Maxence had only helped a little. Gestureing toward the door, maintaining eye contact with Eden, Maxence sought to usher her forth toward the door.
"Be careful" he would soon warn "You don't know what could be in there".

Squinting, the lion king tore his gaze upward to the stone ceiling as the behemoth beside him plucked his horn from it's crumbling depths. The sneeze that came next caused Maxence to close his eyes in disgust temperarily, perhaps half-expecting to be sprayed by a torrent of solis-knows-what from the inner corners of the giant's nostrils. Though, upon opening his crystalline eyes once again he found himself relatively untouched; save for the puff of sand now swept onto his legs that had been blown off the floor by Levi's monstrous sneeze.
Somehow his brows lifted even more and for once he was not frowning perpetually.

The swoop of Leviathan's hoof kicking a scuttling scorpion out of Eden's way was what truly caused the king to smile, a vibrant and toothy smirk lifting the air - it was a kind of laugh that was so rare it almost gave those who witnessed it the feeling of accomplishment and achievement. With haste he reached for the scampering critter, stomping once with his lightly feathered hoof to extinguish the tiny threat.
Though it did seem his work was done, he was nothing but proud of the two warriors and their initiative - particularly Eden, who seemed so willing to serve the court and it's people. With a content sigh, glancing once more around the newly exposed room, Maxence soon decided he best return to his duties and backed out of the small space. 
"Well done Champion." he spoke to Leviathan, though still his eyes grew sheepish over the warrior Eden "Well done Eden".

and with that, the king was off.