Dimitri could glean enough from Felix's shouting and insistence that the king was dead that something had pulled them apart. He did not know the depths of it, but with the Empire ruling, with Felix alive and him dead? It did not bode well.

He was content to sit in silence, uncertain himself. But when Felix finally spoke again, the faintest hint of a smile twitched the corner of his mouth. How familiar.

"You're right. Lucky I've you to keep me in line." He joked. Sort of.