Alexander was a little surprised to actually suggest she cared about him, though it was only in the sense that she believed no one should be forced to wither away due to some disease. Yet this didn't remain on his mind for long, as his wife to be had asked a seemingly simple question.<br/><br/><i>"Besides, what have you got to lose, my husband-to-be?"</i><br/><br/>In truth, he had nothing to lose. He'd lost nearly all of his freedom, the only thing he had left to cling to was his honor. Alexander was raised to believe in all aspects of chivalry, and even in war he wasn't one to order whole villages to be put to the torch, nor allow his soldiers to do what they pleased with the local populace. He was one of the few individuals left in the world who truly believed that no one deserved to suffer, excluding those who had caused untold suffering. Yet there was an issue, and he knew exactly what to say to Scarlet "It's true, I have nothing to lose. But you do." He gently takes one of her hands in both of his, as if to ensusre she knew the full gravity of her choice. "We are expected to consummate the marriage tonight... and I'd hoped that perhaps I'd be dead before this day, but it seems we have to deal with it now." Sighing, he lets his eyes meet her own,  as he suggests "We need not do it, you know... If your efforts do not succeed... and you are not with child... then the only burden you need bare is that of ruling. This will also allow you to marry again, if you so choice... Perhaps you will find a man you do truly love?"<br/><br/>If Alexander were in her position, he would most likely accept this deal. Yet he suggests this for two other reasons, mostly having to do with what was to go on in their bedchamber that very night. His sickness had left him weak in more ways the one. To be blunt, he didn't think he could "preform" in bed, this was considered a great dishonor if a man could not please his wife, as it was considered one of his duties as a husband. Now, Alexander wasn't going to openly admit this, but it was a fear that he attempted to keep in the back of his mind. The sun had nearly slipped below the horizon when a few servants came to fetch the couple, both Royals knew all to well what this meant. It was time, soon they would be married. "I suppose this is it then." The Prince mutters, before the two were led through the halls, Alexander managing to keep pace and walk normally. The two were stopped at the doors of the garden, the servants directed the couple to place there hands together, Scarlet's on top of his own, before the doors were opened to a large crowd on either side of a stone path covered in red petals. The Prince looked to his wife to be one more time, not speaking a word, before they were directed to walk to the alter.<br/><br/>The wedding went by rather quickly, most likely to hurry and get the royal couple into the bedchamber. The only real noteworthy moment was when Alexander was directed to "kiss the bride". He of course complied, connecting his lips with the Princess's, a warmth formed inside of him and threatened to spread to his cheeks, but he managed to keep it at bay. While normal weddings would last longer, the pair were once again rushed away to the Prince's bedchamber, and soon it was just the two of them in a dark room, only a fire provided some illumination and warmth on this cold night. Around the room were different trophies and and war memorabilia, along with the Prince's armor (which was now a bit dusty). The Prince, still silent, moved to his bed and sat on the edge, every bit of his body was weary from the the day's events. "Please, sit. This is your room now as well." This was true, everything in hr castle was now effectively her's to. Yet that didn't matter now, it was just the choice they had. Do they attempt to produce an heir?