For a moment, Alexander was concerned for his wife. She seemingly ignored everything he said to her, and evaded eye contact. She was looking at him, but her focus was on his bare chest. In no way did the Prince believe the light shade of pink that appeared on her face was due to attraction. No, he believed Scarlet was yet to be comfortable with his exposed skin, and rightly figured she had never seen a man without a shirt. It was a believable explanation, as his advisors had not told him otherwise. “My lady?” He asked, attempting to regain her attention. She was swift to answer his questions and rush into the bathing chambers, the door closing behind her. “Such an odd woman.” The Prince says quietly, a smile appearing on his face. It was rather funny to see his usually stoic and collected wife become so distracted.<br/><br/>Once this little moment was over with, Alexander went about his normal routine as if it was a normal day before he met his wife. He scanned the room for his cane, though he was disappointed to see the simple wooden device had actually broken in two in the scuffle with the assailant the previous night. “Damn.” He mutters, before slowly making his way toward his dresser. Each step was dangerous, he could feel that same horrible feeling that had become more prominent as of late. The weakness in his legs became to much for him, and he just barely caught himself by grabbing onto the dresser. Yet this wasn’t the end of his troubles.<br/><br/>Soon he began to cough, and the a tiny amount of blood appeared on the hand he was using to cover his mouth. He didn’t want Scarlet to see him at his weakest, he only needed to let it pass as all these little fits did. He continued to cough, attempting to keep them as quiet as possible, though that was rather impossible. He had no control, only able to let it happen. As quickly as it had come, the fit was gone. Alexander looked at his hand only to see how truly bad these fits had become. Unable to stand up, he slumped against the dresser and laid his head back against the hard wood, waiting for any of his strength to return to him.