Alessandro and the boy talked for a while, when the subject moved away from Rei they spoke of the weather and the boy's family, of the season and how unusually warm it had been and they even briefly spoke about the marketplace and trader caravan's expected sometime soon. Alessandro rarely got to speak so freely with anyone and so he cherished the time he could with this boy. Still soon enough the prince was ready, black wig and all, with every strand of golden hair tucked out of sight and even his brows charcoal to match the black of the silken wig that fell across his shoulders in, what was to him, an uncomfortable fashion. Then the boy took the dirty dishes and left and Alessandro left as well, straightening his posture and righting his chins angle to the floor to proper carry the 'weight' of a prince. 

He did not think to knock upon Rei's door, the boy was a fae for goodness sake but further it was rather unbecoming of a prince to call upon his help as if to say 'when its convenient to you'. No, Alessandro slipped down the hall without a glance to the door that was the fae's room. He assumed, from the way he'd sneaked passed the guards and slipped into his room that night, the boy was able to handle himself and considered himself 'safe enough' to take himself out. His family were talking in low voices with the guests that had graced their halls, lords and ladies from prominent families, no doubt discussing his marriage to one of their daughters. There was no desire in him to sit there and smile graciously about the idea of being sold off as meat and so quietly he slipped behind cleaners and cooks until he'd passed the rooms doors and was out in the courtyard. 

His first port of call was of course his stable where a big black stallion was saddled for him, his present from his father, as if he couldn't rub it in enough, the horse in itself was nice enough fine bodied and sturdy but it was a war horse and built as such. He much preferred his dabbled grey filly and while his new horse -which he'd yet to name- was being checked he went to spoil the filly who whinnied in delight to see him approach and promptly began sniffing around his tunic trying to find her favourite treat. She was his favourite, while hardly a war horse she was built for riding not for war. Fast as the wind and yet the smoothest ride he had ever had, he had never felt so free or so blessed as when he had been gifted her, they'd been together for four years now and they had grown as close as a human and rider could have. He produced the treat, an apple, from his back and she happily snuffled it down as he scrubbedh er forehead and patted her neck.