Obviously, the Princess was not the type of woman who would give up easily. Unfortunately, Alexander was hoping she would be, now that she simply refused to let him die (though it was only because she didn't want to do everything on her own) things would be a lot harder for the both of them. Yet her anger was not something he was in the mood for. His hand came to a fist as he slammed it down onto the table, his eye's a flame with rage as he looked to her. "Do you believe I want any of this? I did not want you here in the first place. I don't want to die, but it's all that's left for me now. But the last thing I need is to have you attempting to live in some fantasy world. I will die, end of discussion!" He had nearly begun to heel when he realized what he was becoming, and that fire in his eyes faded, replaced by a soft sadness, it went deep, almost to his very core. "I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." he sighs and brings a hand to his forehead to wipe sweat away, these bursts of energy took a lot out of him, and it showed.<br/><br/>"I know you have no feelings for me, and the same could be said on my end. But we need to at least look like there is some sort of emotion between us. Just for this one night, then.. I won't stop you from doing whatever you please. I doubt I could anyway." Alexander had given up all hope for love, that faded a very long time ago. Who would even pay attention to a dying man? The only reason he was still acknowledged was because he was a Prince, without this title he would be left to die on the streets. It was difficult to accept, but life was indeed a cruel mistress. "Tell me" he paused in between his words before looking back to his wife to be "How do I look? Please be honest with me. The servants only tell me what they think I want to hear. I just want to know how bad it really is." It was a tragedy really, for such a beautiful, free spirit to be forced to marry a a dying man, confined to the stone walls of his castle. Any man in the Kingdom would jump at the chance to marry Scarlet, and yet here she was. Hopefully she would find someone else after he was gone.<br/><br/>While it was illegal to marry after your first spouse passes away (unless they give you no children) it was not illegal to take on a lover. Her life need not be one of loneliness as Alexanders had. Perhaps she might even find a good man that could help her take care of her child. This thought only brought on more pain, as Alexander truly believed he would never see the child he was to father. He considered not consummating the marriage at all, while this meant his bloodline would end, at least a child would not grow up without a father. "I... I must ask... have you found love before? Please do not tell me I'm taking you from someone..." It was a question he hoped she would say no to. It was hard to take someone away from there love, but bad things happened in the real world. Speaking of which, a servant had made his way out to the balcony and bowed before the two Royals, before saying "The wedding preparations are nearly complete. It won't be more then two hours before the ceremony begins." He then proceeds to the Prince, offering him his own more plain looking crown, which he places upon his head before thanking the servant, and allowing him to leave. "Why do I even bother with the crown... It's not like I'll ever be King..." he muttered to himself, just loud enough for Scarlet to hear it, though he didn't mean for her to. Alexander wasn't ready for any of this, but he had to at least appear to be.