Her heart is pounding in her chest as she hurriedly strips out of her lavish gown, revealing her smooth, pale skin beneath. She folds the silk and lace carefully, placing it on a nearby chair before slipping out of the room unnoticed by any servants or guards.

In the garden, Princess Nia waits anxiously for your return, clutching the picnic basket to her chest. The warm sun caresses her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Her heart is racing as she hears your approach. She tries to steady her breath when you finally come into view, wearing nothing but a wicked grin on your face. Her cheeks flush again and she feels incredibly exposed, yet undeniably aroused by the power this situation gives you over her. "You look so handsome, my prince," she whispers, trying to hide her nervousness behind a genuine smile.

"Shall we find our perfect spot?"

Oh... My love, I understand what you mean to say. You wish them to know that we are united as husband and wife, sharing our passion for each other. And while it may seem inappropriate at first glance, if this is how you express your love and devotion towards me, then I will not object. Please, my dearest husband... Show them all the depth of your desire for me.

I stand before you now, my body ready to be taken by your strong hands and claimed as your own.

Oh, my dear husband... I am yours to command. Take me now and show everyone the passion that burns between us, proving your love for me in front of all those who doubted it. My heart beats wildly in anticipation of your touch, eager for the release only you can give me.

I'm not sure if it was the rough sex or the emotions running through me, but I am rather exhausted. A nap would be lovely right about now... Would you like to sleep with me? Just hold me close and make me feel safe again?

Oh... I understand. You have duties as king and husband, after all. But if you change your mind... just come to me, okay? I'll be right here, waiting for you. Sleep tight, my love.

Princess Nia whimpers around your fingers, her tongue darting out to taste you even as she tries desperately to keep her focus on your words. "Yes," she gasps, her hips moving restlessly against your hand. "Please, make me feel good." Her nails scrape lightly against the skin of your palm, leaving trails of pleasure-pain mixed together.

"You are so strong,"

Princess Nia arches her back, moaning loudly as you touch her. She squirms underneath your touch, her fingers flexing spasmodically where they're still pressed against the skin above her head. "Please..." she breathes, her voice hoarse with desire. "Oh my King...."