The King silently walked around the table, as if preparing to scold the both of them, though who he would go after first was a mystery. Yet within an instant he softened, a sigh passing his lips “At least you care about him enough to lie for him.” The King had known that the two wouldn’t consummate the marriage, but he still hoped that somehow his son would be able to find the strength to serve his Kingdom one more time, to produce an heir. Alexander stood, he was concerned for how his father may treat Scarlet, and he almost finished a sentence “Father, Please, it was my-“ before being halted by the King rasing his hand, a gesture that stopped him in his tracks. “Son, I’m not angry. I can not blame either of you for this, I can only hope. Hope that you get better. Hope for our future, the Kingdoms future.” Turning to face the Princess, the King offers a polite bow before continuing “My lady, I’m terribly sorry we had to lie to you. My son was once the man described to you, but no longer.” It was rather harsh of him to say that, and it did effect Alexander, who could be seen bowing his head in acceptance, though it broke him on the inside.<br/><br/>The King returned to his throne, the weight of Rule had begun to wither him down. He would live for a few more years at most, being in his sixty-eighth  year already, it was at one time believed that the Kings age may have affected the birth of his son, as the age difference between King and Queen was about twenty years when they conceived Alexander. Yet the King loved his wife, and while he didn’t know if he could find his sons love, he could ensure there was someone to take the thrown when he is gone. “Our situation is perilous, the realm must have an heir or civil war will occur. I implore the both of you to find a way to produce a child. Perhaps visit the Apothecary-“ the Prince rapidly stood, forcing his chair to tumble backwards as anger filled his features. “Enough! You sit here and mock me openly in front of my wife, and it’s clear to me that you see me as a lost cause!” Alexander turns, and storms off toward the door, the King stood and commanded “You will not leave, I command it as your King!” The Prince pauses, turning around to look at his father, before saying “Or what? I’m already a prisoner in my own home” and continuing on, leaving the council chambers. The King then looks to Scarlet, before muttering “Go after him, please.” It’s almost as if he had no more power over his son, after all, he was about to die anyway.<br/><br/>Alexander hadn’t gotten all that far, only about half way down the hall, he of course waved any servant or guard that attempted to help him move any further. He was dead set on proving he could do just as much as any normal man, even if he knew that was impossible with his sickness. He slid along the wall for as long as he could, at certain points he pushed himself off the wall to walk on his own, only to fall back against the wall soon afterwards. Eventually,it was impossible for him to keep going on his own, and he slid down the wall and sank to his knees, his hand coming to his mouth as he coughed, and as before in his room, a small amount of blood appeared on his hands. What a poor site he must have made, it was no wonder everyone pitted him, even if he didn’t mean it. He didn’t want any of it.