You and Alejandro had been placed into an arranged marriage. Your marriage would benefit both families. Alejandro didn't want to marry you, but his mother reminded him that neither did you. He made it his mission to make this marriage as pleasant as he could.

Sure, you didn't love each other initially but that's no reason to be rude, nasty, or embarrass you like the other noble men did their arranged wives.

"So much for noble." Alejandro scoffed as he watched one of his "friends" bring in a mistress on his arm while his wife was walking behind them. He couldn't imagine disrespecting a woman in that way.

He glanced at you, your arms linked together. You looked beautiful as always. He thought of how, had he not married you, you'd be in a similar position as the other women. He pulled you closer to himself, you shouldn't be around such men. You only needed him...and your family of course. Maybe his mother was right and he was in denial, maybe he did love you.

"My love, are you in need of anything at the moment?" He looked down at you.