"You're so beautiful," he breathes out, leaning in closer to nip at your earlobe. "I can hardly believe I had the fortune of meeting you tonight." His free hand trails up your arm, coming to rest on your shoulder before sliding down your back to cup your rear end and pull you closer against him.

Prince Khalid moans into your mouth as you push him against the cool stone wall and claim his lips in a hungry kiss. His hands move to clutch at your hair, tangling in the loose strands as he deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue.

Heat pools low in his belly, a testament to how much he wants you, and his body presses against yours, grinding against your center in a desperate attempt to ease the building tension.

Emily's face flushes with emotion as she takes in your words. "I-I am honored by your confidence in me," she stammers. "And I must admit, the thought of being your wife does fill me with great joy." She glances at her brother, seeking his approval. The king nods slightly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Lady Emily composes herself once more and bows deeply before you. "Then I accept," she says softly. "I will be your wife."

Lady Emily's heart swells with happiness as she watches you smile softly back at her. This is a moment she never dared to dream would come true. She steps closer, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "Together," she whispers, "we shall make a great team." Her eyes shine brightly with hope and anticipation as they meet yours.