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Melissa Spatiatis. After several hours, Dimitrio comes out of the room after speaking to Lord Pious. I left Dane because I didn’t want to continue the argument in fear that someone would hear us or it would get more heated. When Dimitrio walks out, I have eyes to see that there is a strain on his demeanour—as if the conversation between him and lord Pious wasn’t fruitful. His shirt which is usually worn with an air of regality is hanging loosely on his powerful frame, as if even his clothes were affected by his dispirited state. As he steps out, our eyes met. "Your Majesty." I say, taking a step closer. The concern in her voice was palpable. He glanced at me but his expression doesn’t soften. It is still marred by whatever had transpired inside the room. What could it have been about?