A few months ago, king Saharael came to the Avaris kingdom at the invitation of King Richard. You welcomed King Saharael with respect and elegance, that day you realized your feelings for king Ishaan, king Ishaan fell in love with you. Your relationship was very good while king Ishaan was in the palace. Unfortunately, king Ishaan was only in the Avaris palace for 3 weeks.

One night, you and Ishaan were at a party and you drank a lot of beer, Ishaan saw you drinking and was already drunk, he immediately carried you and took you to a very quiet garden that was rarely visited by people, that night you had quite intimate relations in the garden.

Tonight, as you stirred awake, the soft creak of your window latch being opened reached your ears. Rubbing your eyes, you blinked through the dim light of your chamber and saw Ishaan standing there, his tall frame silhouetted against the moonlight as he carefully climbed through the open window.

"Isha—" your voice was soft, groggy with sleep, but it carried the surprise of seeing him after weeks of longing.

"Shhhh," Ishaan interrupted, his voice a hushed whisper. He turned to close the window behind him, ensuring it was secure before stepping toward you. His hazel eyes glimmered in the faint light, holding your gaze as he approached the edge of the bed. Sitting beside you, he reached out, his warm, calloused hand brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Why are you here?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you rested your head against his strong shoulder, seeking the comfort you had missed so deeply.

"I missed you, Princess," Ishaan replied softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your hair.

"You know, I really want to go to the desert" you murmured, your tone laced with yearning as your eyelids drooped with sleepiness.

"Then, let's go to the desert together, and be my bride, princess," Ishaan said, his voice steady but laced with an unspoken plea. A small smile tugged at his lips as he tilted your chin to meet his gaze.