@sealxiii said (inbox):
Arthur guesses it's fine if he has to take ONE KING out for dinner, he needs to take the other ONE out. "Rider, dinner at seven is ok?" He didn't even invite, he just declared that dinner will be at seven.
HOW DARE ARTHUR SPEND time with Lucius Tiberius! Did he favor that Emperor over HIM? The greatest king in the entirety of this universe and beyond? Why?! He could not understand what it was that they ‘liked’ best (a very poor word to use) in regards to that man over him! Was it how he held his blade? The way those eyes gleamed with passion (also a poor choice in words) as blades clashed? Thus, he sat upon his throne with cheek against his closed fist and a frown present upon his lips, sulking. At least until he caught sight of Arthur. The moment he saw that blond hair and those bright eyes, he sat up straighter, pretending as if he had not been brooding in the first place. ❝Holy Sword Wielder,❞ he said in his usual greeting, voice carrying easily in that vast simulation of his throne room. ❝How pleasant of you to visit. I had almost thought…❞
Wait…wait a minute – Had Arthur just invited him to dinner? No…not quite. It was more like he expected Ozymandias to accept it and was just giving out a time. ❝W-What?❞ He stumbled on his words, looking very much not like the proud king he often was as mouth hung slightly agape and eyes were wide with disbelief. ❝That is…what?❞ Realizing how ridiculous he sounded, he cleared his throat, head tilting back and usual haughtiness back into place to cover up everything that had happened moment’s prior. ❝Seven is fine.❞ Was that not usually the perfect time?