Dimitri had been sitting in the train station for hours, trying to decide what to do. Where should he go? Back to Russia, or somewhere else? He wasn't sure. And it didn't help that he didn't want to go. It felt wrong to be leaving Paris, leaving her.
But she had her family now, and she was a Grand Duchess. And he would never dream of taking her away from her family, not when she'd looked for them for so long.
He sighed, getting to his feet and stalking towards the ticket desk with his head bowed. He was going to go somewhere, anywhere, as long as it was far away, and -
He paused in his tracks. He could swear he could hear her voice, but what would she be doing in the train station? Her ball was this evening. He lifted his head, and blinked. He wasn't in the station anymore, but ... yes, that was definitely her voice. He was in some sort of hallway, and he followed her voice till he found her, sitting all curled up on the floor and - crying? Over him? How could he walk away from this?
He raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. "You called?" he said, not able to resist it. If nothing else, that was sure to make her mad at him. And mad was better than crying.