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Ren looked away, looking quite cozy on the couch. "Children are disgusting," he uttered and looked at her again. "And you are annoying," he said on a quieter note and put a hand to his forehead. His headache was growing. Yet her concern was feasting on his sanity and Ren couldn't exactly feel comfortable any more. He covered his eyes, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through the mouth to calm himself. He did this for two minutes until he felt slightly better and opened his eyes again.

Ren stared at Alai before giving her an indifferent expression. Her worried face made him smile though. And boy, he wore such a devilish smile. "Please remind me again. I...seem to have a hard time remembering after such a long time," he murmured, his eyes hungry. He was ready to tease her some more, if only for his entertainment.

Ren waited a bit, for her to finish hugging him before he spoke. "You..." He looked down at her before grabbing her hair, pulling it back so that she was face to face with him. He wasn't exactly amused.

"What were you expecting, Alai? Were you expecting the sweet Prince from years ago?" He stared at her with an intent stare. "Because you should stop looking if you are," he said coldly. He paused and exhaled, blowing air in her face.

"If you did that, playing with the work around here, and I hear about it, well, there is no doubt that I'll send you right back to the South. And how would your poor mother feel if she knew her daughter was a whore when she is engaged? Don't be mistaken, this marriage isn't some kind of treaty. It is the South's apology for attacking Atlas initially. But right now, I'm not exactly feeling very forgiving. You'd have to convince me," he muttered and let her go, a look of irritation on his face. He stood and passed by her as he went to one of the windows to open it, trying to soften his head ache.

Ren stayed by his window, solemnly looking out the window at the weather, which was still bright and cool.

As Alai opened the kitchen doors, a knife was thrown at the wall besides her head. The cooks looked awfully suspicious but shook their heads; they even went so far to deny throwing the knife, which could've potentially killed her. Surely, Alai would come to realise Northerners had ill sentiments on the South still and had still held their grudge against the neighboring country.

Ren appeared behind her, with a frown as he glared at his cooks. He glanced at the knife and glanced back at his cooks who immediately got to work. He took a step forward, puting his arm around Alai's shoulders as he lifted his voice with authority. "If you have enough energy to play around like fools, then you'd have enough energy to make a whole table full of something delicious for our lovely guest here," he ordered. He squeezed Alai's shoulders as he mentioned her, but did not look at her.
The cooks bowed their heads into their work. Ren watched them for a bit, knowing well that they were probably cursing him under their breaths right now. He gave a coy smile before taking Alai out of the kitchen. "If you're hungry, it's best you don't go to the kitchen. Please ask one of the butlers. They are much better at behaving," he muttered, still refusing to look at her.
Eventually, when they reached a wider room, Ren let go of her and pocketed his hands as he glanced at her. "Sorry...About before," he offered, quietly and quickly before turning back and walking down the hall.

Ren would think it'd be very good to go take a stroll.

At that, Ren scoffed and leaned back, both at her actions and her words. He didn't expect her to like dark chocolate anyways. As for marriage, he put his hand on her head and began to mess up her light hair. "Where did you get that notion in mind?" He crossed his legs and chuckled darkly. "Didn't your mother tell you? You can't just go back to get married, Alai. Or do you wanna start another unwanted war? Think about it."

Ren let her sit there to think about it for a moment before speaking up again. "We have to get married. That was the final agreement to the treaty. My father thought it up himself," he murmured. He let go of her head and blew in her face. "You were a fool to think you had a choice or the chance to do as you please. The royals are just tired of having to deal with the war so they arranged out marriage. Go ahead and beg, I doubt your mother or you father will let you out of it. I know I've already asked my own parents*," he said in a rather disheartened manner.

* Remember, Ren's mother was a whore who ended up dying a little before the war. But Alai wouldn't know that; she just thinks that the king and the current queen are his real parents.

Ren watched her, only slightly amused that she jumped quickly to her solutions. She was like a child, having not changed in the slightest. He listened, if only to to entertain himself with her fantasy-like fancies. If she could only but understand...if she did not marry him, then the treaty would be broken and the two countries would continue warring. It was their marriage that would inevitably keep their countries unified in peace.

Ren did not comment though, not wanting to dissappoint her. As she crwawled into his lap, obviously happy in flaunting herself in front of Ren, he leaned back slightly to let her laugh herself silly. "You...okay?" He was unsure after her episode and watched her with only slight concern. "You say those three little words so easily, Alai." He pinched her cheek, his eyes playfully glaring at her. "You know nothing about me, nothing at all and yet you could just jump to the conclusion of having children." He took her chin so that he held her face to look at him. He was clearly serious; he was not fond of commitment and he certainly didn't like the idea of children. And that fact that Alai could easily dismiss all worries and just...well, Ren could not handle it...her outgoingness and carefree personality.
Ren wasn't the type of character to just forget and to just live life...He couldn't just play around. If he did that, well, he'd very well just unleash a demon.