On his eighteenth birthday the young prince, Aleksei Leonardo Romero, was to be wedded to the Royal Greek princess. It was an arranged marriage that his great grandfather signed before his death.
Having pressure on to be the best king the country to...
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Somewhere in Italy, A man walks through the front door to the mansion. He has a blank expression on his face and seems to be a walking robot.
The familiar sound of the door triggered his sons as they came running up to him.
"Papa!"
"Daddy!"
Their calls were almost in sync as they both jumped into his arms. A huge smile formed on his face as he bent down to pick up his sons.
"My boys" He greeted, hugging them.
"Papa, you said you'd be home by 6. Its almost 8." His elder son Vincenzo who just turned seven years old pointed out. He smiled nervously while putting both of them down and ruffling their hair.
"I know, and I'm very sorry. I got caught up in some work" He tried to defend.
"Mommy's mad again" His youngest son Matteo pointed while motioning towards the living room. The man sighed and nodded at his son.
"Why don't you boys go to your room?" He said but Vincenzo just looked at him with raised brows.
"Sorry Papa, I wanna see mama yell at you. It's entertaining" He said bluntly while Matteo just followed and agreed with everything he said.
The man's jaw almost dropped but immediately his face turned into a glare as he looked at his son who looked almost exactly like his wife and also carries her stubborn personality.
"Room. Now" he ordered sternly and the boy pouted before turning around and going to his room reluctantly.
"You too" He said looking at Matteo who almost threw a fit at getting caught but also gave up and followed his elder brother.
The man turned around and slowly headed to the living room realizing he had to face his wife.
He entered the room and saw she was watching her regular show. She noticed his presence but merely acknowledged it like it was an ant crawling next to the television.
He cleared his throat making her look up at him with a blank expression. His smile turned into one of seduction as he approached her.
"Before you say anything, You look beautiful. Magnificent. Radiant my love. I mean you're practically shining with-" His rant was cut off immediately.
"One hour in forty seven minutes and counting." She said.
"I know amore. I'm so sorry" He pleaded with a thick italian accent while sitting next to her and reaching out to kiss her.
(Love)
"I said One hour in forty seven minutes and counting" She repeated pushing him away with a glare.
"I will make it up to you for that time. I promise Amore" He pleaded. This time the women laid back and looked fairly amused by his tone.
"Oh and how do you plan to do that?" She mocked him.
