Alessandro smiles faintly, it was ntot untrue that he felt awkward and uncomfortable. While the wig was the finest in the land it was still jsut a wig and it itched after a while, it had taken him quite a while to adjust to wearing it too. When he was younger and his brother was still with them the King and Queen weren't so bothered by his appearance, they kept him out of the public sight as often as possible with concerns over his ill health but now they had little choice but to let him mingle with the public. It was about that time the rift surfaced, it had always been there of course but with his brother alive no one had really paid it any mind. Alessandro grinned faintly, "Now, if you said that to many other people I'm sure they'd think you were hitting on them." He was of course teasing the young fae but he couldn't help but find it rather flattering that he was interesting to someone like Rei. 

The prince was utterly unprepared for the fae's follow up questions and while the young man removed the remainder of the evidence of his earlier kill Alessandro pondered in silence upon the question. It was just one of those phrases, he'd never really given it much thought before and yet now that the bright haired boy had asked the Prince was left pondering quite seriously on the matter. After some thought and some perplexed brow furrowing he finally, cautiously began to answer, "I guess...I guess it sort of feels like embarrassment. That horrible hollow and yet knotty feeling you get inside, somewhere near your stomach when you've done something you know isn't sensible or smart. Almost like you're falling and you are close to the bottom...I guess that's sort of how it feels. I should be more careful with my words, I feel like I've been dressed up like a doll, this isn't me and it makes me...nervous to be dressed like this."

With a sigh though he glanced to the door as a soft knock and call for him came. Pulling open the door he found his servant offering him a meek smile and relaying the message that his 'goodly father' would 'kindly ask' for his company in the main hall as it appeared there were guests for him. They of course both knew that that wasn't quite the truth, they knew it had been arranged prior, they knew it was not 'kindly' asked for either but the pair shared a secret grin before the poor boy seemed to get nervous. "Y-your father...I mean...T-the king has asked...that you leave...your body guard here. He said it would be offensive to his guests to see such a man..." The prince offered a much kinder smile this time around and lightly ruffled the boys hair -likely the source of the habit with Rei- to which the boy pouted faintly but chuckled none the less and attempted to flatten his hair back down. "Don't be so frightened, I'm not truly that ugly am I?" He jested, to which the boy went scarlet and protested profusely, "I mean not that i'm attracted to you or anything. I mean Not that I wouldn't be, your a very handsome man. I'm not a girl though so it would be strange if I liked you. I mean I like you but..." Alessandro laughed cheerfully and ruffled the boys hair with both hands which promptly had him grow quiet, red in the cheeks and mumble something about his 'troublesome mouth'. "If I had a little brother I'd want them to be just like you." He teased his servant to which the boy looked aghast and prouder than a man ought to all at once. 

Leaving his poor servant baffled Alessandro strode down the hallway, heading down the stairs towards the main hall. He took a deep breath by the large doors as the guards announced him and opened the doors for him and released it subtly and quietly through his nose. Adjusting a smile on his face both unassuming and wise he approached the King and Queen and their company. The royalty were sat on their high chairs of course, seated at the head of the room and elevated by seven stairs above the main floor where a selection of nobles from this kingdom and the visiting one were lined up to see the first meeting of the two royals. Further in the back of the room, in the darker and less comfortable areas were the serving staff for both households who looked as proud as the nobles in front of them. Standing by the kings throne was a slender man, lithe without being scrawny who stood half bent in deep and seemingly humourous conversation with the King. Stood at the bottom of the steps was a dower looking woman whose hair was pulled back so severely it was a wonder it hadn't fallen out. She wore a dark maroon gown that reminded him of a vulture somehow and her beady eyes seemed to glint like coal though he was told they were in fact grey in colour. Beside her was a less severe lookign girl, her light brown hair allowed to be loose unlike her mothers and fell dead straight down her back. She wore a mint green coloured dress with golden embellishments and ties, she had a sweet looking face until she smiled or laughed at which point it looked sharp and angular. She had two hand maidens at her side which she gossiped with readily as the Prince approached, giggling with a high pitched, shrill sort of laugh that set the Prince's teeth on edge. They in comparison were far lovelier looking ladies and seemed to have more of the makings of a lady than the daughter he was to meet. 

With all the practiced ease of a man forced to put on a show he walked the carpet to the echoed hush of the room, chatter starting again not long after he passed by, when he reached the lady his father addressed him, introducing the Lord and Lady of a neighbouring city, to which Alessandro bowed deeply before being introduced to their daughter who readily thrust out her hand for him to take. Taking it he dropped low to one knee and kissed the back of her hand as was custom and the lady quickly withdrew it, feigning a blush and giggling quietly to her hand maidens. The King seemed pleased for now and addressed his son, "I am afraid the dear sweet Lady is awful bored of our talk of politic's and empire's, we thought it might be kinder if you took her on a tour of the castle grounds, she has mentioned she is very fond of flowers so perhaps the garden?"
"Why of course Father." In front of so many people he was not to address him as 'my king' lest peopel suspect the bad blood between them, "It would be my honour, if of course my lady would like?" 

The girl stuck up her nose in what was perhaps supposed to be cute but looked snobbish and offered him her hand once more. This time Alessandro took it gently to the crook of his arm where he allowed her digits to comfortably rest in the nook of his elbow, with a sweeping gesture he led the Lady out of the busy main hall and managed to spot his sister who looked rather unhappy and mortified for him at the same time.