Though this morning had been going rather well up until breakfast, it only took a moment for the mood to shift for the worse. Mind you, Alexander wasn’t attempting to convey this, but his features clearly displayed his sadness, though he attempted to hide it away. “I’m not very connected with my family, Scarlet. Yet it wasn’t always that way... I suppose my mother really held everything together. When she passed... things changed. It was slow at first, little things like eating meals separately. Now it’s to the point where I see him maybe once or twice every few weeks.” Pausing for a moment, the Prince takes a bite out of his sweet roll, though he was only capable of eating small amounts at a time if he wished to avoid vomiting later on. After a long while of silence and eating, he begins to speak once again, this time shifting the focus onto his wife “Enough about me... I’ve barely asked you anything, and that’s no good if we’re to make this work.” The Prince smiles, as if attempting to improve his mood. Sadness has dominated much of his life, it would be nice if he could just hear about somebody else for a change. In fact, he was actually a little jealous of her childhood. She had siblings and parents who were still involved in her life, or, they used to be. Now, she was stuck here with the most depressing man in the world as a husband, he owed it to her to make an attempt at making her happy. “Whats your homeland like? Oh, and do you mind telling me about your combat training? I really haven’t heard of a Noble Woman being trained in the art of combat.”<br/><br/>The entire time, Alexander had largely ignored his proper posture and table manners. Why should he care? It was just himself and his wife, and from what he could tell she wasn’t a very big fan of being a proper lady. In fact, it was actually rather attractive in the Princes eyes, being a military man. He wanted a woman who was strong willed, capable of understanding the experience of battle. It appeared Scarlet was indeed this woman, though she came with the extra qualities of beauty and intelligence, making her utterly perfect in the Alexander’s eyes. Perhaps in another world he could be her perfect man? “You don’t have to be proper around me, Scarlet. I want to know the real you, not the face you put on for the masses.” Both of them understood the need for both a public and private life. They needed to appear perfect to the peasants in order to reinforce their position as the rulers. Yet, they also needed to enjoy themselves in a private setting, with people they trust. To the Prince, Scarlet was that person.<br/><br/>After about half of the sweet roll was eaten, Alexander felt full, or at least didn’t feel sick just yet. “I’m finished, but please, eat as much as you like.” In his glory days, he could eat like a wolf, consuming more then his fill of meat and drink. But that was back in days as a leader of men, sitting atop his horse as he commanded, and often charged into the fray. He loved being a soldier, it’s one of the few things his father had done when him before he became distant. Now it was cousins and other distant relations leading the troops Wars that often lead in stalemate. They have no concept of strategy other then throwing peasant levys at something until it dies. “If you do happen to be done, well, why don’t we head back to our room and.. “Practice” a little more?” Now he was the one teasing, and it was rather uplifting for a man so use to keeping everything bottled up.