One would imagine that due to the past his back displayed so visibly it was unlikely that the young Prince had ever really felt much kindness upon that area, as such it was his Achilles heel, his weakness and his mind automatically went to guard it. While he was not ashamed of the scars he was morbidly saddened by them and so he visibly flinched when the fingers of the fae first touched upon them, his shoulders shuddering as if to push out a chill while his spine instinctively pulled in awaiting the first blow. However in the millisecond it took for him to realise there was no strike to come his body relaxed and he made no attempt to pull away. It felt oddly pleasant to have warm fingers against his skin rather than the cold rod, much to his fathers approval Alessandro had never taken a bed with anyone, his purity still intact and so the feel of anyone aside his wet nurse -memories of which were faded from time- to lay a hand there had rarely if ever been a good thing. 

When Rei removed his hand and ran off Alessandro followed the fae with his eyes, whatever he had planned to say and whatever he had thought had slipped from his mind as the touch removed. Rei was right of course, it shouldn't happen, not by family, not unless for extreme reasons and that was part of the sadness he felt. If ever he had kids he would never allow a soul to strike them, there were ways of teaching that didn't need violence. Then again ordinarily a parent could show their grief but a King was not an ordinary man. All the same Alessandro abhorred the idea of violence against children, it sickened him. 

Alessandro crested through the gap while Rei finished loosening the Grey, it was a harder climb up -for a human- than it was down and he heaved a deep breath in relief as he made it through. Heading over to the place where the horses were tethered he grabbed the wig he was forced to wear and carefully replaced it, using the reflection in a small puddle to make certain his golden hair was tucked away properly and that the wig sat both properly and squarely as the maids had shown him the first year or so he had been forced to wear it. When it was settled he sighed, kicked the puddle idly and turned to the Black. 

Already the beast seemed fiesty and uncomfortable with the Fae so nearby but Alessandro took it's reigns, pat it's neck and whispered words into it's flickering ears to calm it, the Stallion knickered a moment then seemed to still long enough for the Prince to swing up into the saddle. Once up the horse padded uncertainly a moment before relinquishing to the riders demands and Alessandro glanced to Rei. "I'd say lets race back but apparently a King should only ride fast into battle. We'll come out here again though, if you like?" He gently urged the horse into a comfortable and respectable trot and lead the way out of the ruins and back towards the city road.