Alessandro, once out the coach wears the look of his families honour as he did the wig, cloak or gloves, he gracefully slides out into the crowd and is soothed some to feel Rei so close beside him already. Alessandro wasn't one for large crowds, they made him nervous at the best of times but this was not open for negotiation, it was his royal duty and as he oft did he hid his insecurities away with his other 'unsightly' feelings to release when that wig came off and he could be himself again. A small wooden stand had been constructed in the center of town, a small set of wooden steps to climb so the crowd could see him and a small row of seat beside the raised area for his 'attendants' in this case the driver and footman. There was already quite the crowd with kids playing sword fighting and pretending their nights and women gossiping about the Prince, too handsome to be the beastly jinx that there were rumours of. 

Rei's words seemed to roll off of Alessandro without much outward response but it was no doubt clear to the fae that Alessandro took the fae's words seriously. A small nod of his head to confirm he heard the man, a slight tensing in the muscles of his hands and only briefly as he adjusted to the knowledge someone else may well try and kill him today and a barely perceptible sigh that almost hinted exhausted frustration. Then with the regal smile back on his face he, with shoulders back and head high, walking with the gait he'd been practicing before, smoothly and gracefully made his way to and up the stairs, there was only just enough room for him and Rei on there and while there were a few mutters the Prince turned his fathers stare to the crowd and silenced them quickly. The gaze was like cold steel, unyielding and unquestionable but at his side his hands briefly formed a fist, hidden by the wooden stand. 

"Good Morning loyal citizens of Leona!" His tone was smooth but his voice loud enough to carry to the gossiping women in the back who hushed excitedly to listen to the address, a brief cheer went up and Alessandro offered a warm smile although it didn't quite reach his eyes. "We thank you, we know the last few years have been hard, they've been hard for us all, I lost a brother and many of you lost husbands and sons and we are honoured that those brave men fought for this country's freedom." He looked to the faces of women who even now bit back tears of grief and still wore the mourning colours. "We want you all to know, that we have not forgotten their sacrifice, nor will we ever forget the victory [b]they[/b] won. Thanks to all of you we won that war and we sent the enemy running!" There was a cheer that rang up from the crowd as the Prince played his part, the notes left by the steward were rarely glanced at mind and the Prince continued the address by only pulling on they points of the snooty speech. "We have all seen dark days but the House of Castalan promises you a new day is dawning. Starting today with the restoration of the taxes." At this there was a heart felt cheered and excited talk from the entire crowd. During the war a lot of people had been taxed hard, almost to the point of losing everything, all in the effort to fund the war, usually the taxes were fair and their restoration meant a great deal to the people, a few women even broke down on each others shoulders at the news. Using his hands to gesture that the crowd grow still and quiet he continued, "Not only this but where I am standing, right now, will be the site of a memorial to our fallen soldiers, so that all who live here may have somewhere to honour their lost and so all those who visit know the courage and loyalty of our people." There was a shocked gasp from one corner which elicited more tears and more cheers in the various people. "We have spent the last month with expert craftsman from our own city to find what best suits the valiant nature of our people. A marble lion shall cast its shadow across the square before the full moon." Some murmurs and happy cheers filtered again from the crowd. 

"Lastly my good people of Leona, Our King has understood your need for time to mourn, as we too have needed time to mourn and now that the healing has begun Our King has decided it time that the Prince finds a Princess. Any woman of noble birth may present themselves to our good Steward so they may meet with the King for his approval for the role of future Queen of Albion." The women began gossiping even before the Prince had finished but the men and some of the older women were uttering something beneath their breath. "The Old, the True, the Brave!" The Prince spoke with pride to a chorus of the words returned chanted back to them. Turning to Rei he flashed a brief, honest smile.