Pavel's blue eyes dialated slightly when his beautiful wife pressed herself against him. He knew she was only teasing him, but the offer was more than a little tempting. He would always desire his wife...he couldn't help it. Knowing the soldiers would ride their own horses to the docks, he gave her a heated look.<br/><br/>"Don't tempt me, my queen," he smirked, reaching out his hand to cup her cheek. Wordlessly, his thumb stroked the skin under her eye gently. He nodded when she talked about the man they both loved so dearly. "That is my hope for him," he admitted, dropping his hand, he looked out across the throne room. "I want him to find the joy that we have found in each other," he admitted, having his doubts. It wasn't that Alexei didn't deserve to find love, far from it. He just wasn't certain the younger man knew how. Oh, they both knew Alexei loved them both in his own way, but given his parent's marriage, and the end his uncle met....he doubted his cousin knew what romantic love was supposed to be. To feel that joy in your heart from the other person simply walking into the room. He hoped Ingrid of Sweden was just the person to teach him.<br/><br/>"I know, my love," He remembered the young girl that had arrived from France all those years ago. At first, she had looked at him like the devil incarnate, as if he would eat her at a moments notice. Fifteen years later, he loved her with every fiber of his being. And was fairly certain she loved him as intensely. In hindsight, he wished he would have thought to find her a friend that had experienced the same. Someone to make her transition easier. "She would be foolish to turn away your help...and from everything I have been told about the girl, she is no fool," he reassured his wife,  holding his hand out for her to take as he escorted her from the throne room toward their carriage.