Scarlet's green gaze focused on the form of her husband-to-be, watching him intently for any signs of weakness or other abnormalities. She was certain that the suddenness of this marriage and his pale and sickly looking form were linked. Was the prince sick? He certainly looked like it. She was torn from her thoughts as he reached her and took her hand to place a soft kiss across her knuckles. He was every bit as handsome as described, if not more. Still, the princess couldn't help but think there was more to this than met the eye. "The pleasure is all mine," She said softly, movement catching her attention as she turned to see the king approach.<br/><br/>The red-headed princess was silent as he reached them, carrying a small crown with him. Realizing his attention, she bowed her head so as to make it easier for him to slip the piece of jewelry upon her head. Once it was settled, she lifted her head and smiled at the king. "Thank you, your majesty." She didn't look at Alexander, focusing on the king. When he announced when the wedding was, her eyes widened by a fraction. She was expected to marry so soon? She was definitely not getting out of this, it seemed.<br/><br/>She should have run when she had the chance. Now she was stuck in this arranged marriage. This was just not her day. No sign of her unease showed on her features, though. A smile remained perched on her lips, but to a keen eye, they would notice that the light didn't reach her eyes. It was a fake smile. One she had practiced to perfection so it seemed real.<br/><br/>Once the king left, her expression darkened slightly as a frown pulled at her lips. She was clearly upset about this. She glanced at him finally, green eyes staring at him in mild suspicion, though she didn't say anything in response to his compliment. "Yes, I would very much like an explanation," She said finally, taking his offered arm with her own.<br/><br/>She was silent as they walked, green eyes gazing ahead as she fought the urge to sigh. His words took her off guard and she looked back at him, the look of surprise melting away to a look of indifference. "You are dying?" She questioned, wondering if she had heard him right. This was a joke, right? They really expected her to marry this dying prince, produce an heir, and raise the child mostly on her own while leading a kingdom? She had thought it was unfair but now it was certainly worse. How was she to do this alone?<br/><br/>As much as she wanted to relish in the fact that she would be without him when he died, there was still the part that she would be left with such a heavy burden. This simply would not do. Their best doctors had to be missing something. Perhaps if she was allowed to look into his illness, she might be able to find a cure. She didn't want to be married, but she didn't want to do everything on her own. Her mind whirled as her body moved on autopilot, sitting down in the chair opposite of him.<br/><br/>"No, I will not accept this. You are<i>not </i>leaving me with all of this to bear on my own, do you understand me?" She glared at him, looking positively angry. Her temper was showing its ugly self. "There has to be a cure. Your doctors have to be missing something."