"The pleasure is all ours, my lady." The King gestures to his son, suggesting "Go greet the Princess." Alexander had watched her from the moment she entered the room, and he noticed two things. One, she was most definitely putting on her own little act. Two, she had most definitely noticed him, and was actively trying to figure out why he supposedly handsome Prince was so pale and sickly. Now it was his turn to act, and it was going to take a lot out of him to do so. His movements were focused, he put everything he had into looking confident and keeping balanced as he walked to the Princesses. Onc she was standing right in front of her, he gently took her hand into his own and placed a soft kiss to the top of her hand. He released it soon afterward, saying politely "It's an honor and a pleasure to meet you, Lady Harveir." He then stood at her side as the King rose from his throne and approached the couple, in his hands a jewel adored crown just small enough to fit upon the woman's head. The King stood before her and slwoly placed the crown upon her head. "With this crown, you are here by declared the future Queen upon my death. Long may you reign."<br/><br/>This sentiment was echoed by the other nobles in the crowd before they offered applause, the King slowly rasing his hand to silence the crowd. "The wedding ceremony will commence this evening, all present are invited to attention the Castle gardens. For now, we shall allow our Prince to introduce his wife to her new home." The King carefully leans in and whispers to his son "Do whatever it takes." These words had been echoed many times before. He was to simply give the woman next to him a child. After that, he could die as everyone expected him to. With an understanding nod, the King left the two and followed the crowd out of the throne room, leaving the two Royal's alone. "You did well today." The Prince finally says "I could tell you aren't entirely excited about our situation. I also agree with your sentiment, but for different reasons." His arm came up with a little effort, before politely asking "Please, walk with me. I should at least explain why our wedding is so rushed."<br/><br/>Perhaps it would be easy. Perhaps she would understand why this marriage was a joke. Yet it would be no easier to tell her the first man she would marry was going to die. For awhile, he was silent as they walked through the stone halls, no largely empty besides a few guards. "I suppose there's really no easy way to put this, so I will be blunt with you. My father wanted this marriage to happen on such short notice because... I'm.. I'm not expected to see the end of the year. Our Kingdom's greatest doctors have been called, and yet they say nothing can be done for me. I'm dying, Lady Harveir. I don't wish for you to be forced to remain here in my final days, but it seems I have no say. I'm a Prince without power, most view me as little more then a walking corpse at this point." After a few more silent moments of walking, they arrived at a set of large wooden doors, and after some effort, Alexander pushed them open to reveal a large balcony overlooking the capital.<br/><br/>This was when the Prince finally felt the strain on his body, and he used the rest of his energy to make his way to a wooden chair, quickly taking a seat. "They expect only one thing of me, to give you a child. After that? Well... Everyone else expects me to be dead. You will be in charge, Queen regent." It was hard to admit he wouldn't be King, as he was lead to believe he would one day take up the crown, yet now it was a distant dream. All that glory and honor was now gone. "Please, sit with me for a little while, make yourself comfortable. You certainly don't look like you enjoy your attire." A gentle chukle passes his lips, followed by a few coughs. "So, tell me, who is the real Princess Scarlet Harveir? Behind the face you wear in court I mean." Even if their time togeather was to brief, Alexander wished for her to have good memories of her first and last husband.