With an over dramatic bow, full of pomp and queer flourish, punctuated with, "As my lady wishes." And a giggle from his sister he moved to the window and threw open the curtains, pinning them back to allow the last lights to fall into the room, before moving to light the candles that formed his night time illumination, "As you well know my darling sister, the dreary dullness suits me of occasion but I often wonder if you are not part flower the way you crave the light." 
"The world is full of darkness is it not? So I will always take any light I can to fend its approach." As she spoke on Rei however the Prince glanced over to him, he seemed to contemplate something for several long moments, wondering what exactly to say and to whom. The fae was unlikely to listen to him if he suggested anything that might put him in harms way and yet this was his sister, of all those in the castle he didn't think for a second, or so he hoped, that his sister would ever do him harm. He knew she was afraid of his hair, it was all he could do not to reach for the wig and pull it on just to get rid of that look of uncertainty and bad taste that she wore despite her regal appearance. However all through his life she'd been his only confident, hell at one point she'd threatened their brother with a stick when he'd been beating Alessandro a little too thoroughly. 

"I'm afraid my darling sister I can't get him to stop, I've tried, believe me, he's like an owl don't you think?" He grabbed a clean handkerchief and draped it over Rei's face. "There." His sister tutted with a shake of her head, "You can't do that to your guard, silly." She smelled of violets and vanilla as she gently pulled the handkerchief from Rei's head with slight mirth in her eyes but a hint of pouting scolding aimed at her brother. "There we go." She uttered, turning to her brother.
"What? He doesn't mind."
"Oh really?"
"Well maybe."
"Alessandro." She intended to sound chiding but she sounded more exasperated as she took a seat on the edge of his bed. The mirth was gone from the both and Alessandro took a seat next to her. "Why do you have to make things so difficult? Isn't it bad enough your hair is the colour it is, why do you purposely anger father?" Alessandro couldn't lie, it stung to hear her speak such a way, as if he'd purposely chosen to be born blonde rather than brunette, however he knew it was what she was taught and he could bare her no grudge for speaking the words of her tutors. 
"He doesn't make things easy for me either Evangeline." 
"I know but he's our father, you have to give him patience and understanding."
"He has never given me any."
"He's a King, he doesn't have to." 
"If a King can't love his own children how is he supposed to love his people?"
"If a King loves his children how is he supposed to have enough left for his people?"

There was a long pause where neither said anything, both looked only at their hands in their silence, Evie's eyes stung with confusion, torn between the brother she loved, despite his deformities and the father and King she served. What was a girl supposed to do? All the same Alessandro looked like he was in great pain, torn between speaking his mind and sparing his dear sisters feelings. "Father would be angry that you've removed your hair already, the sun is still up, someone might see."
"Is it truly so terrible sister mine?" Evangeline forced herself to look at it and with a hesitant hand she reached up, brushing her fingers into their warm, fluffy strands, "On anyone else they would be enviable, handsome." She paused and dropped her hand, frowning lightly, "Not on the head of a Prince of this realm, they are only...hideous." Alessandro couldn't help but flinch slightly at that but it was his own doing, he'd asked. Nodding lightly he closed his eyes a moment, regaining his composure lest he do or say something terrible. 

Evangeline's soft lips pressed to his a moment and his eyes opened, "I do love you my dear brother, please, try harder with father, if to for yourself for me. I can not bare the squabbling between the two men I love most in this world." Alessandro offered a faint smile and another nod of his head, meeting her as she drifted backwards to kiss her forehead. "For you then my sweet sister." The Princess smiled faintly, "I must away, Father would scold me for being here while he's still so angry with you. Please...come to breakfast tomorrow? The Queen and King are busy and I shall be alone otherwise." Alessandro nodded again and with a final parting grin the princess left.

Once she was gone Alessandro's smile faded away and he fell back against his breath with a heavy sigh, he loved his dear Evie and Evie loved him, perhaps more than she should have, yet every meeting with her left him feeling exhausted and worthless. "Sorry...for the handkerchief thing." He muttered up at the canopy, assuming Rei was still close enough to hear him.