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[Dimitri]

Well, this certainly didn’t sound like a happy occasion, and Dimitri almost wanted to retract his congratulations. It made sense, though; he got it... even if he did want to call Arthur a hypocrite for it. It had been him that convinced Dimitri to forget about social standings and give it a shot with Anya while Dimitri had been determined to just let her go and marry a prince, like she was meant to, and now here Arthur was doing just what all royals were meant to. It was one thing that it was hard to ever envy royalty for: the one luxury they didn’t get in life was the ability to marry for love.

“Right,” Dimitri said, unsure what he was meant to say in such a situation. Her and Arthur would marry, whether they actually truly cared for each other or not, and eventually she would have to bear him a child, or many children if need be. Still negotiating, maybe, but once it was all settled then their lives would be pretty much set in stone. They couldn’t travel the world, move to a new home, raise their children as they wanted. Everything would be dictated for them.

Suddenly his own problems didn’t seem so bad.

Oh, who am I kidding? They were still bad, especially since they were his problems. They were choosing this; Dimitri hadn’t chosen the hell that was happening to him. “Well I’ll wish you luck, then... though maybe I should reserve that for Arthur, he might need it more. I doubt you’ll have any trouble whipping him into shape.”

[Guinevere]

Gwen laughed and said, “Yes, you probably should. I realise I have a very long way to go but I will turn him in to the perfect husband if it’s the last thing I do.”

The doors opened to reveal a large cafeteria which had plenty of people, all shapes, sizes and magical species, wandering around getting their tea or lunch or midnight snacks depending on the hours they were currently keeping. Getting in to line behind what appeared to be a rather large troll in a lab coat she said, “But enough about me, I want to talk about you, and I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter.”

Picking up a tray she handed it to him, “And you may as well get something to eat as well. I can foresee you being a tough nut to crack so we may be at this for some time.”

[Dimitri]

Dimitri had no doubt that if there was any woman who could shape Arthur up, it was Gwen. Maybe she hadn’t been able to change Gaston, but he was nothing like Arthur. Wait... wasn’t the prince’s ex love Meg who Gaston had cheated on Gwen with? Interesting little love square, this was.

“I have no doubt,” Dimitri replied. Exiting the lift after Gwen, he paused a minute to take in all the strange sight around him. Sure, he’d been here in Tintagel a long time now, but most of the people around still seemed to look fairly normal... apparently not so much in this building, though. Recovering quick as he could, he stepped into line behind Gwen, boggling a bit at the troll in front of her. The distraction she offered by turning the subject back to him finally drew his attention back to the situation at hand. Her and Arthur really were well suited, though he was slightly more subtle in his relentlessness.

“I’m not really hungry,” Dimitri replied, though he took a few of the cookies she had recommended. “But get whatever you want, it’s on me.”

Despite his upbringing and current serious lack of cash, he was a gentleman and still had his pride. Just to drive this point home, he grinned and threw Gwen’s words back at her. “I”m afraid you have no choice in the matter.”

[Guinevere]

“Oh well aren’t you a knight in shinning armour,” she said, playfully punching him on the arm, “Fine, you can buy this time but next time I’m getting it.”

She wasn’t really all that comfortable letting him buy, after all she had plenty of money to spare and he earned…not even a quarter of that in five years? It really wasn’t good but she would find someway to pay him back. The thought however, was sweet, for someone who didn’t really have that much money offering to pay for the meal of a princess, it showed the heart of gold that was under the layers of rough and sarcastic exterior. Hopefully he didn’t know enough about her to know that she wasn’t picking the salad and the water because she was some kind of health nut, but because it was the cheapest thing there.

Placing the items on the tray she beckoned him towards the till area, skipping round the large troll who was still deciding what to eat. As they walked towards the till she asked, “So…do we need to be sitting down for this chat or can you start it now?”

[Dimitri]

“Sweetheart, my armour rusted long ago,” Dimitri replied, grinning at Gwen as he flinched a bit from the punch. “And the only reason I have any in the first place is because I stole it.”

It was probably a more accurate analogy than anyone knew, maybe even himself. He’d played the hero many times in the past as part of a con, but somewhere along the way he’d actually started playing the part for real, at least when it came to Anya. And now? Now he was just a washed up knight with rusted armour and not damsel to fight for.

Fortunately for Gwen, her food choice went right past him. He just assumed she was one of those women that only ate healthy, or barely ate at all, to stay skinny, which she definitely was. Giving the troll a wary look as if wondering if it would flatten him for skipping the line, Dimitri followed the princess to the till. Considering her question, he shrugged his shoulders after a moment and gave a sigh.

“I guess there’s no point putting it off, huh? Lunch breaks only last so long,” he replied, setting his cookies on the sidebar leading up to the till and stopping to fish a few coins from his pocket. “The portal won’t let me go home and I’m getting tired of getting the runaround. I need to get in and actually talk to someone who can fix it.”