After his little show of annoyance the prince set to simply ignoring the horse handlers, it was too pleasant a day for gossips and ne'er do wells to ruin it, with the beast mostly controlled and the brief change in Rei undetected by him he pat down the neck and kept the stallion somewhat still. It still seemed uncomfortable, unhappy even but such was the way with any new horse and while likely it was that Rei did not help he doubted fully that the Stallion would be any less of a handful if Rei were not around. The Beast when ushered to move took steps diagonally backwards and Alessandro calmly lead the reigns and the horses head until the Beast was moving forwards and coming closer to the fae. He spotted how calm his lady was and he was relieved to see she was still as calm as she ever was. 

when the fae announced his readiness the Prince gave a small nod and moved the Beast, with a little difficulty out and into the streets that lead out of the city. The people reacted in two ways, falling out the way of the horse and rider who came by or running up closer to get a better look, the women chatted about how regal the prince looked with his black hair, how they'd known it was all a lie that he had been blonde with the beggars hair colour. They spoke about the babies they wanted with him and how they'd all have his thick, black hair and how everyone would call them Queen Lucky for their luck was just so. Alessandro paid them no mind, no more mind than they paid him as he slunk through the streets with golden locks a tumbling across his shoulders. No one spoke of how they wanted to marry that prince, that dark dirty prince that even now they whispered about, the mistake they called him, the curse. The men looked on in awe and equal parts jealousy and hatred, their whispers were fouler. They spoke about derobing the prince and seeing if his crown matched his cock, a joke about his hair colour, for the men knew there was only one brother left and didn't it seem odd that golden brat now had lovely jet black hair. Some didn't say anything they just watched and more still carried on with their work. 

All through the ride through the city he kept his regal pose, shoulders back and head held high no matter what insults or rude words were spoken in his ear shot and he didn't blush for a second or show any weakness. while most saw him as regal, well bred he actually looked intensely uncomfortable and stiff. Once they were free of the city though and passed the gate guarded by their men his shoulders relaxed and he seemed to become human again rather than a statue. With a kick to the stallions side the mighty black horse partly reared then galloped off with Alessandro laughing and grinning ear to ear as he held on for dear life. "Keep up if you can!" He called back with an energy ot his voice that had the same components of freeness and contentment that he'd shown upon their first meeting.