Antonio Romano's POV
"So, did she agreed to it?" I asked my soon-to-be father-in-law, the King of Hungary nonetheless.
"Well, she asked for you to fix her before the ball tomorrow,"
"Hmm, plenty of time to persuade her, Your Highness," I said as I was staring at the city. It was noon and I think I don't want to go anywhere, well maybe to Christina perhaps.
"What do you have in mind, Romano?" He asked before I turned to look at King Peter. If anything, he was the same age as my father and they were the best of friends once upon a time if I heard the story right.
"I have something that she would not refuse to say no to," I said as I was thinking about how I wanted to have Christina under my body, between my sheets. I was thinking about something indecent in front of the King about his daughter!
"Well, I hope you know what you were doing," he said as he was standing beside me as I was smirking at his reflection.
"Just leave to me, Your Highness,"