Alessandro was soon proven right in his assumptions, the fae honestly didn't' know what was wrong and it was further proven as he continued to talk on about the lesson and how it was taught wrong. Oh his tutor was a real demon that was for sure but to learn from an assassin seemed fundamentally wrong. What next? Rei would teach him how to sneak up and slit someones throat? The very thought bought a shiver down his spine and he shook his head lightly. While the look on the old mans face would be priceless if he suddenly walked in doing the lesson perfectly, it would raise suspicion. Rei's footfalls were silent, a Kings weren't supposed to be, it was just creepy. What worked for the fae who had spent a lifetime -as far as he could tell- learning how to murder people without being seen and being naturally gifted with grace and agility, was unlikely to work for a much taller, stockier built human. The same way what had worked for his sister and mother would not have worked for his father or brother, each person was different, it was finding the natural rhythm that was key, or so he'd been told by his sister. His problem was that try as he might as he took his etiquette lessons he could not concentrate, the idea of being King a foreign and unsettling feeling. 

"I appreciate the offer Rei but I will be declining it for the time being. While the man's approach is less than perfect it raises a whole lot less questions than if I ask for tutelage from you. Thank you. " Spoken in a calm and level headed tone the fluster and embarrassment from before forgotten the time being, while still annoyed with himself, out here in the sunshine and fresh air it hardly mattered. With the dogs yapping happily at the sight of him the last cobwebs left by the lesson were blown from his mind and he gave Rei a polite little nod of his head before heading to the kennels and slipping over the gate to be more or less pushed down by the large wolf hound crosses. Hunting dogs the lot but all yips and barks and slobbery tongues running over the princes face. They snuffled his pockets and his wig, they headbutted their way under his arms and legs or onto his lap and finally, with a lot of encouragement, they settled down enough to be lightly petted, their ears being stroked before tickled behind and a quick caress from neck to tail base of each of the mighty hounds. As he'd thought the water dish was empty again, often times the large, boisterous dogs knocked it over and often times it was left empty for the better part of the day. Though on a day such as this it was unacceptable in his mind and so slipping over the fence again; among whines and yips, he fetched a pail from the nearby water trough and placed it into the kennels where the dogs quickly set to trying to barge for head space so they could get a drink. 

With them suitably distracted he returned to Rei, "I have to go to the tower for history lessons, please do not correct the teacher." Crossing the courtyard proper one could seem a looming tower, it was not very much bigger than the castle but large and central enough to be of some importance. Alessandro had been taught -and now informed Rei- that it had been built to serve as a refuge during any war crisis. If the castle true should fall the multitude of archer windows and stairs would deter most attackers. There was a basement pantry and simple cooking means on the bottom most floor and tucked out the way and the spiraling staircase lead to a large room, with a secret passage for quick escape that only the royals knew of, where the women and children would hide during times of war. It had since been turned into the records and history room where most of the intellectual tomes were kept.