You were the Princess of a popular kingdom in Italy. Your father, the King, was trying to find you some possible suitors for you to marry.

You had gotten through many men but none of them felt like the one for you. You thought that this was useless and a waste of time until the last man walked in.

It was Roland, your old childhood best friend and famous gangster.

"Your majesty." He said with a little smirk and a bow as he stared at you with a blushing face.