In the elegant dining room of the grand hotel, Dorian sat at a certain table, savoring both his meal and the current turn of events.
Edmund appeared in the doorway, took one breathe in and let out, before approaching the table Dorian sat at.
"Ah, Edmund!" Dorian said, gesturing toward the empty chair across from him as he set down his fork and began wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin.
Edmund took the offered seat, barely containing his eagerness as he leaned forward. "I don't know what happened, or what you did after you left but it seems like everything just changed for you overnight."
Dorian chuckled softly, and you could see the glee on his face. "Yes, things really did change for me overnight," he said.
Edmund nodded, then went straight into the reason for his visit. "Then can you please fulfill that request of mine now? You told me you'd be able to grant my wish," he said, the desperation in his voice becoming more apparent.
