I know. [And he'd loved Dimitri, and Felix, and he'd at least thought Claude was cute. But --]

We never said anything. None of us did. I was ready to watch you become King, and then I would go home to Gautier to take my title. It was over.

[Sylvain knows he should say more. He also knows he shouldn't have so casually dropped this information on Dimitri -- that the war had been won. It held far too many implications for their fates, least of all the ones tied to their love for one another.]

I'm sorry.