It was odd to hear Scarlets story, for it was hard for any warrior to imagine being denied their chance to fight, to immerse themselves in battle. The Prince understood fully the role a woman was to play, especially one of such high standing. It wasn’t difficult for a peasant girl to cut her hair and dress like a man, that happened more then one would think. But for a Princess to go missing and be found serving in her Lords Army? That was apparently to much. Of course, the people of her land were rather peaceful compared to his. While they had fish and fertile fields, Alexander’s forefathers had the will and intelligence to go out and conquer. They’d done this for years, and now the Kingdom was massive with many vassals to provide the food to feed the Royal Army. Scarlets home was now one of these vassals, her people remain alive only because of their marriage. Yet the Prince was never going to bring that up, he didn’t need to. “I’m afraid to say my home can not offer beautiful lakes or fertile fields. All were used up years ago, an Army needs much to survive I suppose.”<br/><br/>The mysterious man she had mentioned trained her was rather interesting to the Prince, for he tried to remember a all of his trainers. From what Scarlet had said, it appeared as if the man had only one student, and that was the Princess right in front of him. “Odd, but I suppose it’s rather easy for someone of talent to slip through the cracks of society. It’s a difficult world when your not born to nobility. Even more so if your a woman it seems.” A hard truth, but a truth all the same. The least Alexander could do was grant his wife as much freedom as was in his power. “I suppose you’ll have to teach me your fighting technique when I get better.” One word was key in this sentence. When. He was trying to believe that he would survive and face a better future.<br/><br/>When his wife teased him, she didn’t realize that he could very well not be up to the task, especially if they took it further then they expected. It was true, Alexander cared for his wife deeply, perhaps he could say he loved her. Yet he was still concerned that he couldn’t do certain... things... that a man should be able to for his wife. Even if his sickness were to dissipate, he would need to work hard to get his strength back. “I will do my best, my lovely wife.” He offered a smile, though he did a good job at hiding any fears he may have. Though she was there to aid him if he needed it, he simply stood on his own and intern offered his own arm. “I don’t know what it is, but I feel a bit better today.” It was odd, but he had a bit more energy then normal. This was clear as they walked back to their room, Alexander had no trouble waking on this particular day, though it still troubled him as to why.<br/><br/>Once they had arrived back at their room, he was sure to open the door for his wife, allowing her to head in first as was customary. Once they were inside, the Prince ensured the door was locked so they wouldn’t have any unwelcome visitors. “What a mess...” he mutters, his armor was scattered about the floor along with the broken wooden stand it was resting on. “I’d be dead if not for you, I’m sure of it. How am I ever going to make that up to you?” He smiles, before making his way to their bed, taking a seat on the edge before patting the spot next to him. “I could try and pull some strings to get you some new weaponry, or maybe a set of armor? Anything you want, it is yours.” How would anyone repay the person who saved your life?