“Are you seriously thinking about how good you look? Your vanity astounds me.”
He smiles as he fastens his tie.
“Celeste, if I knew you married me thinking I wasn’t vain, then I would have called it off on the grounds that you were under the influence of something or another.”
She laughs. He walks over to his bed and sits down next to Celeste. After a few minutes of silence she speaks.
“Your still seeing me, huh?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“They say this stage shouldn’t last too long. They say other people get through it quicker.”
“Well I’m not other people.”
“That Bulan guy, is he still annoying you?
“He just gets into everything I do. It’s like he’s micromanaging me but he’s not even my boss. We are equals, whether his stupid Kow-sh*it rules say so or not. I mean, I’m just trying to rule a country here. I’m the Prime Minister of Cielearda, Goddamit.”
There is a pause of silence between them.
“Don’t give me that look.”
“That one. That, ‘we all know where your really from, Dyfed’ look.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“You do though, don’t you? Yeah, I thought so. You know what, I don’t even care who knows.”
“Who knows what?”
“THAT I’M FROM Andrearda!”
There is silence again, but a longer one this time.
“You do realise you are the one people can hear, don’t you?”
“I’ll try and keep my voice down.”
“Thank you. How was Diego?”
“Odd. I don’t know what was up with him. His hotel got burned down, you know. Some anti-imperialist nutcase. Probably has a relative from the occupation or something.”
“You know, it’s okay that you are different. That you are from somewhere else. I’m from somewhere else.”
“Yeah, I know. Mantesa.”
“That’s not what I meant. You know where I’m from now. Where I live. You just don’t want to come to terms with the fact tha-“
“Khan’s sister seems nice. A bit off the rails but if that psychopath was one of your 12,000 siblings, who wouldn’t be?”
“Is she... ‘taken’?”
“Not this AGAIN!”
“Dyfed, you can’t just spend the rest of your life like this. You were recluse enough anyway before-“
“Good. Now, you’d better get off, it’ll be starting soon.”
Synnove gets up and opens the door. Then he shuts it again, just for a second.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
With this, he opens the door again and walks out of the room.
“Who were you talking to in there, sir?” Asks one of the security guards.
“No one.” Says the Prime Minister. He smiles slightly, and then walks off to the front door of the Ministerial House. He gets into his car and drives off.