He didn't reply to the first part. He was not prone to despair, at least, or if he was he covered it swiftly with a driven need for action. He did not linger in his despair. To do so was to die.

So, perhaps, Mingyu was right.

He froze when Mingyu caught his wrist, and turned his gaze down to him.

"I am no king, Mingyu," he replied quietly. He couldn't even consider himself ever having been one, though he had, for a short time. No. He thought of himself as the traitorous Crown Prince. And that man was dead. "Here or anywhere."