[Conrad looks down at Yuuri, his smile somewhere between proud and sad. His grip loosens, but doesn't let go just yet.] You're a wonderful King, Your Majesty. For this and so many other reasons.
[He can't bear to tell Yuuri that his own estrangement from Wolfram has nothing to do with what happened in Yuuri's room last night. It would be selfish, a desperate attempt to convince Yuuri of something other than the right thing.]
[And... it's better this way. The custom back home and every inch of common sense say so. And it might sting now, but all wounds fade. Soon it will be a dull ache, and then it will be just as it was before.]