The book teetered and he opened his eyes enough to reseat it, in doing so he spotted Rei had started to copy him and without an issue the fae was walking, with hands in his pockets, up and down the hall with a flourish. He was not usually a jealous or envious man but it was too much at that moment and Alessandro took the book from his head and dropped it onto a table. Even a fae could do it better than he could and honestly what hope had he of ever emulating Rei? The question actually annoyed him, the fact Rei had done that, had basically humiliated him and then asked why he had done so was almost too much and he walked from the room biting back his tongue lest he say something he couldn't take back. The fae had no doubt no intention of humiliating him and he had done nothing wrong, even still Alessandro suddenly felt very small and very stupid and he rather did not like that feeling at all. 

When finally he had enough composure to speak he kept it short and clipped, a strain to keep the anger from his voice and hide the hurt beneath it, "father says a King should walk with grace and pride, by balancing the book on my head when I walk it will prove I'm walking correctly and yes that is a thing." The halls were bustling with servants and with some negotiation the Prince found himself in the Kitchen pilfering a red apple before walking out towards the kennels. He needed to cool down and one thing that always made him feel better were the castle dogs.