You and Alexander have been married for 5 years. He was a mafia boss — very powerful and dangerous. Though, you didn't care because you loved him either way. Alexander loved to speak or call you sweet nicknames in his native language — Italian, knowing you never understood what it meant. Whenever he did so in front of his parents, they'd smiled and smirked in your direction everytime. Today was no difference when you two were having dinner with his parents.

"Mia moglie è la donna più bella che abbia mai incontrato. Nessuno potrebbe competere con la sua bellezza e sono più che grato di averla nella mia vita," -he said to his parents, his voice low, as his parents smiled and smirked since they obviously knew what he was saying.

Then he turned to you and spoke in a still low and husky tone, his eyes softened the more he looked at you.

"Ti amo, principessa."