Alexander heard his wife long before she actually appeared before him, and he felt anger. Not for her, nor his father, but himself. How could appear so weak before her? She shouldn’t have to shoulder the great burden that he had become. “As much as I wish to say yes, I’d only be lying to myself.” Slowly, he lifts his bloodless hand and with her assistance, he comes back to his feet, moving his hand to lock arms with Scarlet, so he would be able to stand up without issue. “I’m sorry for my outburst... I’m just so sick of it all, how I am treated... They act as if I am a child.” It was clear that the Prince was upset, and that this treatment had gone on for some time. Yet he wouldn’t force his anger upon his wife, so he allowed himself to soften a bit “I must thank you, I know you didn’t have to lie for me, but I appreciate it.” He offers a genuinely pleasant smile, he’d really warmed up to her in the little time they were together. As much as it appeared they were mismatched, they actually worked rather well together.<br/><br/>They proceeded along the halls, though once they arrived back at their room, Alexander made no attempt to stop. He simply kept the pair walking, he would keep his promise and give his wife the tour of the castle, the first stop was the library, and it was indeed grand. The guards that stood watch near the doors opened them for he Royal Couple, and they were kind enough to close them once they were inside. The walls were lined with shelves of carefully organized books, and the chandeliers that lit the room were well maintained. “I have to admit, I wasn’t the best student in my youth. But my mother loved to read, and from what my father has told me, she’d spend quite a lot of time, simply enjoying the many tomes my father had collected for her. If I had to guess, your probably more interested in combat, as I was. But, since you’d like to take a crack at curing me, well, what a better place to start?” Again, he smiles, though an obvious shift had occurred in his tone, as he seemingly became much happier to openly discuss a cure. Perhaps it was simple optimism, or even genuine belief in the return of the once proud and strong Prince? He wasn’t quite sure himself.<br/><br/>The Prince took a moment to even realize that there was still blood on his hand, and even a small amount was left on his lip. “Oh, excuse me a moment.” Quickly, he wipes his hand and lip free of blood, his attitude shifting once again. “Simply talking is killing me” turning to face his wife, He looks into her utterly stunning eyes, before looking away. “I wish to ask...” he pauses mid sentence, almost afraid, though he manages to muster his courage and continue “May I... May I kiss you? I-I don’t wish to overstep myself, if you don’t want it then I shall never ask again. I only... I want to show you that I can still be passionate about someone I care for...”