When the Princess left the room, Alexander knew he had only a few moments to get dressed before she was finished. Wasting no time, he opened the dresser drawers and pulled out a suitable outfit, rather simple attire, but he believed no one would question the Prince on his outfit considering he’d been attacked the previous night. Yet the harder task of actually getting dressed had only begun. Quickly, he moved to the bed where he let his towel drop before sitting down, making things slightly easier. His underpants went on easily enough, but his pants were a bit of a struggle. He wasted much time in ensuring the pants were tightenfd and wouldn't fall down the moment he stood up. After this was done, he could move on to the hardest part of his dressing routine. Shirts. Be then simple common attire or armor, the pain he felt when lifting his arms above his head was tremendous, and often his body didn’t have the strength to do it.<br/><br/>Alexander tried and tried, yet in the end he was defeated. He sat on the bed, looking down at his shirt in sadness. What kind of man can’t even put on his own shirt anymore? It was humiliating, and it would be even more so when he need to ask his wife for help, like he was a mere child going to his mother. He waited a moment for her to exit the bathroom, her simple yet elegant dress conformed to her figure well, and the Prince May have stared a little to long for his own liking. But this admiration of her feminine figure didn’t last long, as he got up and approached her slowly, quietly beginning to speak “My lady, if... If it’s not to much to ask...” he sighs and avoids eye contact he continues “Could you help me put my shirt on?” From the tone of his voice one could tell that the Prince sounded defeated. He couldn’t even completely dress himself anymore, how was he to appear strong for the ruling council and his father?