It was late evening, dinner time for the combatents at the war camp. The scarce and mishapen tableware clicked against each other as people ate vigorously their meal.

All but one, that is. King Dimitri has been staring at his meal as if it has personally offended him in the past, lost in his thoughts over troop movements and supply lines.

Someone clears their throat at mid-distance and then, finally, the blond man lifts his gaze. He smiles sheepishly, always excusing himself for something or another.

"My apologies. I seem to have been lost in thought." He says gracefully, punctuating his statement with a short sip from his goblet.