"It isn't." Rhy breathes out, reaching for Wilhelm's hand again. His voice is kind, understanding, despite the next words. "For most people. But a prince has to think about more than just himself. So does a queen. It doesn't make how she's treated you excusable, or your feelings about it invalid. But it certainly... does complicate things, doesn't it?"

It's too bad, even after all those drinks, he's beginning to feel all too sober again. His chest tightens, and he gives Wilhelm's fingers a squeeze.

He doesn't usually bother telling people, not because he's hiding it, but because it simply doesn't matter here. It brings him more heartache to keep saying his title, who he is, when it is impossible to be what he is supposed to anymore.

"I am my country's crown prince. I know what it means to be more than just yourself. And I know what it means to be selfish with that responsibility, instead."