Loving Aviana

"Why do you love me?" she asked.

"Because cara, tu sei il mio per sempre... You are my forever." He said simply, kissing her shoulder and pulling her back to his chest.

She sighed, leaned her head against his shoulder and said, "Whenever I walk through the village, all I hear is 'I pity Romeo if he has to marry that, puttana.' They think I'm the arranged marriage wife, not the one of your choosing."

His grip around Aviana tightened. "They call you a whore?" He asked furiously through gritted teeth.

Aviana turned around and took Romeo's face in her hands. "It's okay, caro. They just don't know who I am. You can't please everyone."

"But they have no right to call you that."

Aviana sighed and hugged him. "It's okay, caro."

"You are too kind, mi amore."

"And you are too protective, mio caro."

"Ti amerò per sempre."

Aviana grinned and pulled back. "English, caro."

He smiled.

"I will love you forever."