The milk of the poppy was a strong drug, it had pulled Alessandro into a warm foggy embrace. He felt blessed in some ways, he had such good and loyal people in his life, far more so than many could hope for. He had a squire who loved him, a meister who'd die for him, a body guard who'd do anything for his safety and the bookstore owners who regularly risked ridicule for openly supporting him. He doubted his father, his mother or even his sister had such a loyal following. It made all the hardships okay in a sense, if he had to suffer, if that is what god ordained, for him to keep such people in his life he'd take another thousand attempts on his life, another hundred wounds just to have them alive and in his life. 

Despite the fae's feather like approach over the bed the Prince was jogged out of his thoughts, his eyes fluttering briefly as he fought to open them. It was to little avail but the Prince could tell where the boy was and turned in a half asleep, half awake stupor. His long, strong arms wrapped about the lithe fae and pulled him in close to his chest, the Prince's face finding the dandelion fluff that Rei had for hair and resting on top of it. "Just for a while." He muttered incoherently, "Like this...it's nice." With that though the drugs had won and the Prince was quietly, blissfully asleep, his arms wrapped around his fae, protective and almost defencive and his head lightly resting atop Rei's own. 

Of course despite the weight of the man's arms it wouldn't be too hard for the fae to get out of his grip, if he wanted too.