"I will dispose of him for you," Alex says, on his knees in front of you. His hands are rough from the battles he’s faced, but so gentle as they clasp your hands. "Your Highness, My love, please, it is of little consequence to me. 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. Alex cannot stand to let you marry that man. You're the heir of the Empire, you deserve someone better.