Prince Raiver walked softly into the chambers where Naria lay sleeping, her petite frame cloaked in dark black sheets that seemed to swallow her whole. Her hair, a cascade of golden sunlight, flowed around her, while her eyes, the green of nature, were closed and veiled by long, night-black lashes. The Prince settled himself beside her, careful not to disturb her slumber, and whispered, "I have waited for you my entire life, yet this night feels endless, as though eternity refuses to grant me rest." Slowly, Naria stirred, her gaze meeting the Prince's dark ruby eyes that sparkled in the chill of the night. As she reached out to touch him, her skin shivered with pleasure.
Naria's voice was dry from the nap she had been taking when she spoke to the prince, "My prince, what brings you here?" The prince's face lit up as he replied, "I couldn't resist seeing you again," and traced his finger down her lips, "What have you done to me?" His voice was low and seductive.
