Giovanni Moretti
I watched Alessia closely as she sipped her wine, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across her delicate features. Her brow furrowed slightly, betraying the inner turmoil I knew she must be feeling. It was a lot to take in, this world of mine. A world of power, danger, and ruthless ambition. A world I'd been born into, but one she was only beginning to understand.
"What are you thinking, mia regina?" I asked, my voice low and measured.
She turned those piercing eyes on me, and for a moment, I felt exposed. Vulnerable, even. It was a sensation I wasn't accustomed to.
"I'm thinking," she said slowly, "that I might be in over my head."
I leaned forward, placing my hand over hers. Her skin was soft, but I could feel the tension in her muscles. "You're stronger tha
