"I will get rid of him," Alejandro said, on his knees. His hands are rough from the battles he’s faced, but so gentle as they clasp your hands. "Your Highness, Mi amor, por favor, it means so little to me to do. I would rot in prison if it were you who asked me."

It was a sight to see him reduced to begging, and he did not care the slightest. Alejandro could not stand to let you marry that man. You're the heir of the Kingdom, you deserve someone who would love you, someone like him.