After the short but passionate kiss the two had just shared, Alexander was completely unsure of how he preformed. Even if he has felt her press the kiss, that could simply be Scarlet’s attempt to appease him. The last thing he wanted was for the relationship between them to be one sided, yet it seemed he was dreaming up the worst scenarios. Not only did she enjoy the short kiss, she actively wanted it to last longer then it did. The final nail into the proverbial coffin was definitely her suggestion that they try and practice kissing more after they finish their meal. From this moment on, there was no reason for the Prince to doubt that Scarlet was at least attracted to him. He wouldn’t lie, her offer was definitely one he was interested in. “I’m... I’m certainly not opposed to it.” His smile said it all, he was certainly smitten with the fiery Princess. Really, they were quite a bit alike, though Alexander’s Fire has dimmed since the disease took hold.<br/><br/>Things got ever slightly more serious when Scarlet mentioned studying up on his disease. Honestly, he didn’t like talking about it. No one had ever seen this disease before, so it wasn’t like there was anyone who could understand the pain and loss of simple every day abilities. His own wife witnessed this first hand when she helped dress him that very morning. “I’ll tell you everything, though it won’t be pleasant... for either of us.” He extends his arm, once again offering it to the Princess. “Lets not worry about that right now. First, let’s see what the cooks have prepared for today.” After he once again had her arm, he led her out of the library and back into the hallway which they had walked for most of the morning. Door after door went by until an opening appeared, this led to the feasting all. There was no party going on this early in the day, so the entire room and the large table were open for the Royal Couple. “My father won’t be joining us, he’s taken to skipping breakfast as of late.” Alexander took his seat on one side of the table, while directing Scarlet to then sear directly across from him. This was most definitely going to be a new experience, actually eating with someone.<br/><br/>As the two got comfortable in their seat, a servant appeared out a closed door and bowed before the both of them. The Prince was very poignant about time, and he always ate breakfast around the same time, so, the Kitchen staff knew when to have a meal ready. Today, it was two sweet rolls with a glass of milk to wash it down. “Thank you.” The Prince says, while the servant only smiles and bows before leaving the room. “This is a little odd for me... I’m use to being alone at this table, no one really rushes to eat with the dying Prince.” He chuckles to himself, though his wife may not think it’s all that funny.