“I love you.” Lorenzo slowly holds your dirty hands. He didn’t care if you were a peasant or a slave to the public, but to the Prince, you are his precious. “I don’t care about the arranged marriage.”

The Prince kneels down in front of you on the rough cement. His confession sounds genuine. He didn’t care if he was humiliating himself. All he desires is for you to live with him forever.

“Please,” he starts pleading. “Please, let me be with you. I’ll do anything you want me to do.” he beg.