Alistair kept himself leaning against the dresser, in an ideal world he has moved closer into the beautiful blond who sat before him. But this was not that case. She was hurt, maybe suffering from a concussion and of course, his soon to be sister in law's sister. Not that if the chance to add another notch to his bedpost with this woman he would decline. His eyes remaining focused on her, seeing the many cuts and small trickles of blood dripping down from the previously mentioned. At least the guards do there job when it's needed, which was a relief to think.<br/><br/>The prince's boyish smile making a swift return as she spoke about the laughing onlookers. It was clear she didn't see the funny side in all of this, however, the prince and the tourists watching the antics did. "You must see the funny side in all this? Trying to get past the guards before being tackled to the ground then being saved by the soon to be princess." Not intending to give this information out to her, but he had already assumed that Amelia would have informed her sister on what and who she was marrying. His brother and the first in line for the throne. "But on the bright side... you will become famous on youtube for it. A bit of notoriety." Not to the level has, or thought he had, but as she didn't recognise him it was clear he was not as famous overseas.<br/><br/>As the newly arrived woman said she didn't know who he was it was the first sign that she was truly told nothing about what her sister was marrying into. "Really? You don't know me... did Amelia not tell you anything before coming here... She is marrying my brother Ryan. Prince Ryan... Who will be the king one day." His voice clearly confused, his face expression going from the boyish charm to instead a confused expression. "I am prince Alistair... the papers dubbed me the Party prince?" But before he could say any more the sound of footsteps could be heard from which drew away his attention his head turned to see Amelia walking into the room.<br/><br/>Her eyes staring daggers at Alistair having seen he had done the opposite of what was said in the hallway. Letting out a small sigh as she looks at her sister. "It seems you have to meet Alistair already... I hope for a change he has tried keeping his cock in his pants." Her voice blunt and bitter making it clear her opinion of the male very much early on. "Always a delight aren't you Amelia." Pushing off the dresser and out of spite taking the alcohol pads off her before sitting on the best next to the blond, with a smirk on his face as he begun to peel off the back of the pad.