It's funny - as horrifying as the dream had been, as weak as Alfred still feels...he feels elated, content in a way he hasn't quite felt before. He wipes Herbert's tears away, snuggling and sniffling as he beams at his lover.

"I know that, Engel, I do - you didn't know, and you still gave your heart to me. I have...I have never questioned that. It's just...it's like a fairy tale-"

Alfred stops short, eyes widening as he seems to realize something - but stumbles over saying it out loud, years of repression staying his tongue while his mind races.

'Wait - wait, Herbert is - Herbert is The Prince, isn't he?