[ As strange as it is, it's surprisingly nice to have close company. It's not often he meets a touch that isn't the steel edge of a blade. Huddled up like this, it's almost a little like childhood—shivering thoughtlessly and chatting beside a friend.

Though their conversation is on a decidedly un-casual topic. ]

Ah, I suppose. [ It's as noncommittal an answer as anything, but between all the very pleasant tea and snacks, after a pause, he pries loose some details. ] I'd already inherited my father's throne, but it was just a few years ago. My days as a prince are still fresh in my mind. So yes, I think I can relate.

[ He usually dodges mentioning it; it feels a little pretentious to talk as a king, considering the fact that they're all dead. But they're like souls, at least. ] Though it sounds like things were more... tumultuous for you.

[ Dimitri's father had never been openly disapproving of him when he was alive. ]