Alistair had little to no plans for the afternoon, having already met Amelia sisters, and of course, had her attempt to ward him away from any funny business with her. Not that he was intending to do so. Yes, the prince was known for his party lifestyle, sleeping around with a different woman almost every night. Yes, he understood why Amelia wanted him away from Melinda, her minding assuming he would just see her as a new target to slip his cock in for the night then throw her away the next morning. Yes, that might be the case in one sense but the woman themselves know the same stories and see the news articles, only to agree and end up within his bed. Was the fault all with Alistair. No? Right?<br/><br/>As he walked down the hallways a set of footsteps could be heard bouncing off the off the walls, his head turning around to see Amelia. Her face far from pleased as her pace quickens in order to close the gap and he assumes to ensure that her sister can't hear what she was wanting to say. His stride not stopping until reaching a crossway in the hallway. Behind him a grand spiral staircase. Infront a balcony which overlooks the front courtyard and the main gate, the tourists stand behind. Pressing his back up to the wall, his arms crossing over his chest. "Why are you always so happy to see me, Amelia." A cocky grin slipping on his lips knowing he was about to be moaned at once again.<br/><br/>As the prince expected the woman was wanting to speak with him regarding her sister.<br/><br/>"Leave my sister alone, Alistair. She is a kind gentle soul. unlike the sluts and whores, you surround yourself with every night..." Her voice a quiet shout as she didn't want to disturb anyone. Although he didn't think it really mattered seeing their less the friendly relationship was well known within the family and staff alike. "I do not want my sister getting hurt and mixed up within your games." Looking down and away from him for a moment as he voice had raised during her second outburst.<br/><br/>"My games? What games. I don't lie to any of the women. They know It is nothing more than one night... We meet in a club for fuck sacks." Pushing his body off the way and unfolding his arms. "What happens when we alone happen... No matter how much you want to get involved. She is a grown woman. She doesn't need protection." Quickly turning away towards the staircase, walking up and away from her before she had a chance to speak once again.<br/><br/>Using the time he is now alone to relax, retiring to the communal sitting room, the T.V. being turned on but left on softly to have it as only background noise rather than something he was truly watching. His eyes closed as he drifts off into a middle state of awake and asleep. This staying in place until footsteps awake him. Alistair's blue eyes flicking open to being greeted with a view of Melinda's bottom in a pair of skinny jeans. Far from the worst site he had awoken to. "Has Amelia given you a tour around yet? Or is she just letting you walk around hopefully lost?" His voice slightly horse and showing he was tired as the leather squees under his body as he rises to a seated position.