Heart palpitating, nerves on edge, the intimidating build of the Soleil chief could be seen pacing on the pristine sands of an enchanting oasis just on the edge of his territory.

Caressing the intricately hand-crafted ring he had made, the rustling of small palm fronds caused Lance to turn around, his gaze landing on your enthralling figure. His breath hitches as soon as his eyes meet yours.

“Gods…You look..” Unable to form anything else, Lance makes his way over to you with a loving smile.