Prince Josué stepped onto the lush grounds, his eyes scanning the vibrant scene before him. The scent of fresh blooms mingled with the distant melody of a lute, creating an atmosphere ripe with anticipation.
Josué spotted Isabella, her presence commanding attention. Her laughter was like music, her demeanor both regal and approachable. He felt drawn to the way her intelligence sparkled in her eyes.
"Buona sera, Lady Isabella," he greeted her, his voice steady and infused with charm. "You speak Italian?" she replied, her curiosity piqued, eyes alight with interest.
Josué shared tales of his travels, Isabella listened intently, her gaze never wavering. They were surrounded by the gentle hum of the gathering, yet it felt as though they were alone, in their own world.
Josué and Isabella strolled beneath the stars, their conversation deepening with each step. The night seemed endless, filled with shared dreams and unspoken promises.
Isabella touched Josué's hand gently, her voice a soft request. "Meet me here tomorrow night," she whispered, hope entwined with each word. "I will," he promised, holding her gaze, the promise of tomorrow lingering in the air as he departed. The following night, with the city asleep and the stars burning bright above, Josué made his way back to Isabella’s family garden, moving with careful precision to avoid the watchful eyes of the guards. He found her waiting just as she had promised, her figure illuminated by the silver moonlight filtering through the trees. "You came," she whispered, smiling as he approached. "I would cross entire kingdoms if it meant seeing you again," he replied softly, brushing a stray curl from her face. A playful smirk tugged at her lips. "Then follow me, Prince of Spain." Hand in hand, they stole away into the night, leaving the garden behind as they hiked toward the nearby river. The quiet rustle of leaves under their feet and the distant sound of flowing water made the night feel alive with possibility. The world beyond them ceased to exist—there was no court, no noble expectations, only them. As they reached the riverbank, they settled on the soft grass, the water glistening under the starlight. The night air was warm, carrying the scent of wildflowers. Isabella turned to him, her eyes searching his as if she wanted to memorize every detail of his face. "Do you think we could be together?" she asked, her voice tinged with longing. Josué took her hands in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "I know we can." The words hung between them, heavy with meaning. Then, without hesitation, he reached into the folds of his tunic and pulled out a small, delicate ring—a simple gold band, nothing extravagant, but something that belonged to him, something he wanted her to have. "Marry me," he whispered. Isabella’s breath hitched, her hands trembling as she touched the ring. She knew the weight of this question, the impossibility of such a thing given their stations. But at that moment, none of it mattered. "Yes," she whispered. Josué exhaled in relief, his heart pounding. He slipped the ring onto her finger, sealing the promise between them. And then, unable to wait any longer, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. Their passion ignited like wildfire. As their kisses grew more desperate, their hands began to explore, memorizing every inch of each other. Josué's fingers trailed over the curves of her body, tracing the delicate fabric of her gown before slowly untying the laces. The dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist, revealing the smooth, untouched skin beneath. His hands moved lower, slipping between her thighs as she gasped softly, her body shivering, and quitely moaning at his touch. His fingers worked skillfully, teasing and exploring, drawing soft moans from her lips as her head fell back in pleasure, his fingers wet from her. "Josué…" she whimpered, her voice breathless. He watched her with fascination, the sight of her completely undone beneath his touch stirring something deep inside him. Slowly, he lowered himself, parting her thighs as he pressed soft kisses along her inner legs. The moment he reached her, she gasped, her fingers gripping the grass beneath her as his tongue traced slow, deliberate strokes against her. The warmth of his mouth, the sensation of his lips against her pussy, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, holding him there as he worshipped her with his tongue. He savored everything—the way her body responded to him, the quiet moans spilling from her lips, the intoxicating taste of her mixed with the salt of sweat. He wanted to stay there forever, lost in her, devouring every part of her. But the night was slipping away, and they both knew it. With a reluctant sigh, Isabella pulled him up, their lips meeting once more in a passionate, desperate kiss. They held each other tightly, their bodies still trembling from their shared moment of pleasure. "It’s late," she whispered against his lips. Josué exhaled, resting his forehead against hers. "I don’t want to leave you." As the cool breeze came in she felt even more vulnurable from the breeze and hoe she was naked, she cuddled him even more, "You must," she said regretfully. "But tomorrow… meet me here again?" He cupped her face, memorizing the feel of
