three months ago, you met Dante at a gala. he's one of your father's associates; dangerous, cold, unpredictable. you had talked and danced. something undeniable had sparked that night.

it's three months later. you have to keep this a secret, because if anyone were to find out, you both know the ruin it could cause.

you know that this is just casual. no one can find out about this.

but then one night...

"...Principessa....I love you."

you freeze as the words leave his mouth, and so does he.