His mind was clear, and this decision was one he'd had an answer for since their talk on the balcony a few hours ago. "You can say no, while we are caged in this castle, we still have some power. In this issue, that power is over our own bodies. We are Prince and Princess, heirs to the throne. No matter how long we have those titles, we can still make a decision now, and I say our marriage will remain un-consummated. Yet I'm not the only one making this decision." His gaze conveyed what his words could not. They were going to make decisions together, this insured they could at least have some kind of trust and friendship. "Go have a look in our dressing room. I'm sure the servants have already brought your things, Don't think I don't notice you squirming in that death trap you call a dress." A slight chuckle passed his lips, though even this brought back his cough. "I'm sorry, it's difficult to laugh these days." It was a sad truth, his sickness wouldn't even allow him to show joy with pain. It was a miracle he was still alive, he could have ended all of his pain bus how own hand long ago.<br/><br/>Once their little issue was settled, Alexander once again found his cane and made his way over to an elegantly designed wooden chair by the fireplace. Once there, he simply looked deep into the fire, watching bright oranges dance across the burning wood. A momentary distraction from the real world, but it was still a peaceful place, being stuck in his own mind. Of course, he ended this brief peace once his wife had returned, prepared for bed (not to mention she looked much more comfortable then before). But there was something.... different, now that she was in her more natural, relaxed state. Once the layers of properness were peeled away, she remained a beautiful, strong willed, and stubborn woman. It was a same she hid it from the world, though that probably wasn't her choice. Now that he did think about it, they were very similar. Both caged, one for the sickness that will most likely kill them, and the other caged simply because she was born a woman. Life is indeed cruel, but they can only live with what life has given them.<br/><br/>Once it was the Prince's turn to prepare for bed, he did it rather reluctantly. There was a fifty-fifty chance wether or not he would have a peaceful night of sleep. When he didn't, he was often left to suffer for hours, there was little servants or doctors could do for him. It was his willpower that got him through most nights, though no one truly understood what he suffered through. The expensive, uncomfortable outfit that he'd worn finally came off, and the only comfortable outfit Alexander had went on. A simple cotton tunic with a matching pair of trousers, though most of the time he slept with his upper half exposed to help cool him off. The bit of his chest that was exposed revealed the little muscle he had left and the scars he'd earned from battles past. Once he had returned to the bedchamber, he made his way to bed, leaning his cane against a small desk before sitting down and working with the covers. "If you'd like, I can sleep in the chair." He offered a polite smile to Scarlet, attempting to ease tensions between the two. "It's not a problem. I've slept in worse places."