[For that he doesn't need to stretch his imagination one single inch. Being a prince was like living behind glass, and everyone was pressing their noses right against it to peer inside. Your pictures get splashed everywhere; your mistakes get amplified into crises. Wilhelm studies Elrond for a moment, before his eyes flicker away to the surrounding dark.]

But it's kind of nice, isn't it? When people know your story, they think they know you.

[His soft chuckle settles into a groan as he shakes his head. He's guessing here — and maybe he's projecting all his own mess onto his friend — but...]

Man, what the fuck is up with Thorne's obsession with royalty?